what does everyone think of the punchline king

by **jrad** » Mar 11th, '07, 19:02

im obviously talkin about lloyd banks here. his flow is crazy and the way he plays with words is rediculous. im hoping he drops something/anything soon, any1 got info on that?

by **Sleepy** » Mar 11th, '07, 21:37

yea he a good freestlyer and do get some nice punchlines but rotten apple flopped bad if u want ill send u some mixtapes

by **albsilk1** » Mar 26th, '07, 22:51

Banks is da BEST.. his last album sold over 500K. He really is the mixtape king..

by **,-,'-{Bar}-',-,** » Mar 26th, '07, 22:54

albsilk1 wrote:Banks is da BEST.. his last album sold over 500K. He really is the mixtape king..

sold over 500k hahahahahaha what is that supposed to be good ? game got 1.6 mil. and he isnt as good as banks so banks should be goin 3 times plat at least, his heart wasnt in his last album,

and he isnt punchline king, hes good but not king not even top 10

by **albsilk1** » Mar 27th, '07, 20:12

Yo dude how can he not be in your top ten at least.. I would like to see UR list dude cause banks is real cleaver with his words man. Your opinion on his last album I agree but he is a good MC...

by **,-,'-{Bar}-',-,** » Mar 27th, '07, 20:47

albsilk1 wrote:Yo dude how can he not be in your top ten at least.. I would like to see UR list dude cause banks is real cleaver with his words man. Your opinion on his last album I agree but he is a good MC...

my top 10 ok

rakim
nas
KRS one
redman
2 pac
big pun
biggie
eminem
Proof

in no order

by **Shady4lyfe** » Mar 27th, '07, 20:56

i love banks, his flow and lyrics are always on par for me
all his mixtapes never disappoint me
make MORE albums banks

by **albsilk1** » Mar 29th, '07, 02:01

AGREE

by **$0 R3@L** » Mar 29th, '07, 02:02

i never understood why he was called 'mixtape king'.Everything ive heard hasnt been half as good as stuff from redman,immortal tech or even buck.

by **albsilk1** » Mar 29th, '07, 02:32

Banks was the mixtape artist of the year in 2005

by **Inches** » Mar 29th, '07, 02:54

albsilk1 wrote::king: Banks was the mixtape artist of the year in 2005

Holy DIckrider!

by **B.A.D.** » Mar 30th, '07, 20:40

jrad wrote:im obviously talkin about lloyd banks here. his flow is crazy and the way he plays with words is rediculous. im hoping he drops something/anything soon, any1 got info on that?

by **Lil Pimp Tell 'Em** » Mar 30th, '07, 20:51

he won the mixtape award in 2003. even i know that, some fan you are.
Banks sucks, i dont know how many times ive heard him rhyme Mano Y Mano, and alot of his rhymes arnt anything like WOW sick shit, like you get from Big L, Pac, etc etc etc, you gunit fans need to learn that none of the artists on there are worthy of top 10, not even top 50, and i know what your thinkin gayme dickrider! well no, i wouldnt rate game in my top 50

by **albsilk1** » Mar 30th, '07, 20:59

READ THIS AND TELL ME BANKS SUCKS -[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga.- BANKS " WORK OUT"

by **Lil Pimp Tell 'Em** » Mar 30th, '07, 21:06

It sucks

(1st verse)
This is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack
Steamin' ___, speedin' navigatin' the map
Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home or not
It's that no mood to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas don't wanna battle
Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom boom- this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust another shot from the Glock

(Chorus)
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues

(2nd verse)
Here we come now
Turntable spin like a merry-go-round
Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood where we go surround
Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial grounds
This is the track that made Theodore wanna scratch
The track that caused the first kid to spin on his back
And then we saw, kids spray-painting the wall
While some of y'all was waitin' for war breakin' the law
It's no antidote it's what you can't provoke
So just relax with your girls or your mans and smoke
And take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel quick
It's real thick, this is that ol' real shit
This is the description of designs for you to listen to
Reminiscin' the times and nothin' in particular
Keep you goin' just like a whole pot of coffee
Have you and your shorty doin' 80 in a 40

(Chorus)
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs

(3rd verse)
You know what this is
Yeah kid, give up your riches
Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of niggas
Or witcha missus, gettin tropical kisses
Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her tongue hits
Suck her neck or just peck, better to funk it
The EP is in effect from dusk to sunset
She want a rim shot all over her drum set
Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough sex
50 ways to keep a love wet
Down and up the steps with crazy positions left till she upset
Damn, baby, you ain't come yet?
Hell, no- doomstick big as a elbow
Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll grow
And all you gotta do is play the track again
I'm ready and revived, baby, back again

(Chorus)
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
[Canibus]
Yo!
Check it, Yo!

I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert
in twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen
It takes me thirty minutes to eat'em, forty minutes to digest'em,
and fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines
So ask yourself a question?(What question?)
Can the Canibus rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, confuse niggas
Like somebody try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up signs with there left hand
Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband
God dam eggplants, niggas getting' me vexed man
Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav
And I can't seem to get away from it
I dreamed that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that
I played trumpets, to warn you that I was comin'
There's one billion ways to die, and I already tried
nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line
While the art of emceeing is steady dieing
Canibus and Rakim Allah is still in there prime!

(Chorus)
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues

thats a sick rhyme, not that shit you posted

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