There are more good white rappers than black

[Master Chief]

I'm talking about quality not quantity

You're telling me that

-trina feelin
she the villain
need a ceilin
plead in millions
read in billions
feet are grillin
heat is buildin

are better rhymes than

lost pathetic dreamer
walkin dead demeanor
coughing emphysema
coffins in between a
Andre Nikatina

or that

ill enough
killin us
will erupt
hearlin her

is better than

playin sick as a teen
raise a fist for the dream
david lynchian scenes
rage against the machine


Come on man.

No.

I picked the wrong song/verse. Once I find the right song, I'll post it and claim victory.

[classthe_king]

We'll see

[Master Chief]

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Moral is shorter
My heart and my brain and spirits out of order
And now the lord of falice have thou recorder
Fallen angel warrior at the bottom drained to boiler
All remains a horror destroyer
In the middle of saddam and gamorda
Punk shit all around
Everybody been calling clown
The crawlin town
Get wicked rip this sickness is fallin down
Over this basic gay shit erase it face it
Wake this hatred and make this place get APESHIT!
No kinda way you stoppin this
Flow gonna make apocalypse
Powers stop lots of mockin shit
Lot of us often is blockin this
Optimists positive hope for the futures loss of awesomeness
I can get boss and alot of us will rot and pop like hot sausages
I am not the light I am the opposite
Through narcassistic awfulness
I'm keeping tech off of this rocker
Black heart im darker peep it this is the thesis wrote in fesus
I'm as beast as broke in leashes little secret I am in Seepage

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Do you believe it KOD
Yes when you see them nod
He's in season the reason
light is leaving he's even odd
All 6's and 7's mauled bitches and reverends
Frauds quick gonna get stepped in
When the hog pit it is in heaven
Dog shit if he's the messenger
when he take a threat then bless a wet nigga
Instead of getting a strech and put death on a replica
That is the weakest piece of release
But the seepage has no disgretion for
Check in bro with a plethra is to lession ya
Big Yates he's stuck in the sick state
Some speakin that his fate to be wack when he gets cake
Well he gets cake and the critics they spit hate
But the siniter shit shakes so long to the mixed plate
I just ate put a punane and mustard
Cycles in lust stars eating seepage these nuts charred
What I got to say to the people who pick at and gut stars
Thinkin Imma lose the ability to bust hard you fucktards

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
The KOD's a hothead
The shocks and the socks red
And the darkness is not dead
Regalide up like mop-heads
Chop heads off soldier like my name was ack-med
Alahua ackembah rogget ardem dantes yates
Oh, muhfuckas im coming out of his nose
I'm running out of his toes
His throat and clotted his soul
Peep his crowd as it grows
No matter what route is chose
He's climbing right out his globe
Dont doubt it how loud it blows

I don't feel like bolding it and I just copied and pasted it without looking at it. Decide for yourself while I look for other songs that are better in quality

[FreeSpeech]

For what it's worth, comparing Tech's multis with another rapper's is apples and oranges. Tech's style kinda limits how many multis he can fit in while still having his sick flow.

[classthe_king]

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Moral is shorter
My heart and my brain and spirits out of order
And now the lord of falice have thou recorder
Fallen angel warrior at the bottom drained to boiler
All remains a horror destroyer
In the middle of saddam and gamorda
Punk shit all around
Everybody been calling clown
The crawlin town
Get wicked rip this sickness is fallin down
Over this basic gay shit erase it face it
Wake this hatred and make this place get APESHIT!
No kinda way you stoppin this
Flow gonna make apocalypse
Powers stop lots of mockin shit
Lot of us often is blockin this
Optimists positive hope for the futures loss of awesomeness
I can get boss and alot of us will rot and pop like hot sausages
I am not the light I am the opposite
Through narcassistic awfulness
I'm keeping tech off of this rocker
Black heart im darker peep it this is the thesis wrote in fesus
I'm as beast as broke in leashes little secret I am in Seepage

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Do you believe it KOD
Yes when you see them nod
He's in season the reason
light is leaving he's even odd
All 6's and 7's mauled bitches and reverends
Frauds quick gonna get stepped in
When the hog pit it is in heaven
Dog shit if he's the messenger
when he take a threat then bless a wet *****
Instead of getting a strech and put death on a replica
That is the weakest piece of release
But the seepage has no disgretion for
Check in bro with a plethra is to lession ya
Big Yates he's stuck in the sick state
Some speakin that his fate to be wack when he gets cake
Well he gets cake and the critics they spit hate
But the siniter shit shakes so long to the mixed plate
I just ate put a punane and mustard
Cycles in lust stars eating seepage these nuts charred
What I got to say to the people who pick at and gut stars
Thinkin Imma lose the ability to bust hard you fucktards

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
The KOD's a hothead
The shocks and the socks red
And the darkness is not dead
Regalide up like mop-heads
Chop heads off soldier like my name was ack-med
Alahua ackembah rogget ardem dantes yates
Oh, muhfuckas im coming out of his nose
I'm running out of his toes
His throat and clotted his soul
Peep his crowd as it grows
No matter what route is chose
He's climbing right out his globe
Dont doubt it how loud it blows

I don't feel like bolding it and I just copied and pasted it without looking at it. Decide for yourself while I look for other songs that are better in quality

He still uses very basic rhymes

shorter
order
lord of
corder
warrior
boiler
horror
stroyer

all around
calling clown
crawlin town
fallin down

basic
gay shit
rase it
face it
wake this
hatred
make this
place get
ape shit

stoppin this
pocalypse
mockin shit
blockin this
optimists
postive
awesomeness
sausages
opposite
awfulness


You'll never win

[Satire]

When he calls those multis basic he makes me feel like I was such a shitty writer
Anyways, this would have been the perfect 10 in the OP to defend against Class:
Prince EA
Tech N9ne
Ludacris
Kid Cudi
B.o.B aka I.wanna.B.Andre.3000
Nas
Hopsin
Biggie
Chino XL
J. Cole

[Master Chief]

They tend stray away from me because I'm different
And its been this way with me ever since I was an infant
Other kids were jealous, they say the look off in my eyes seen hellish
Never knowing later in life I would relish,
The thought of me ballin living my life and sell it
I blame it on program directors, go and request us no damn selector
But if you got a lot of dough man they bless ya, sure can depress ya
When you knowing that there aint nobody better mayne
Stuck off in the cold when the bad weather came
Now they gotta see me livin it up and cheddar gain
Coming from forever pain till it never rains
So I throw up the finger, to everybody who got a tore up demeanor
Thinkin that Tecca Nina was sho nuf a dreamer
But the flow is so heavy that it could show up Katrina
Now its time to take it, and you all must face it
Tech Nina is sacred, all you hating fagets couldnt see me with lasik
Red Nose, the leader so follow, you gotta get ready to get up and go is the motto
Made it through everything negative, bravo
The money thats coming to me feel like I won the lotto
Now I'm bout to put the slay on auto
Swoop down on the djs tell em all to quit the replays
Make em put Tecca Nina in the Sorado

[classthe_king]

different
infant

jealous
hellish
relish
sell it

program directors
go and request us
no dam selector
dough man they bless ya
can depress ya

better mayne
weather came
cheddar gain
never rain

You can't say the actual rhymes are better lmao

[Master Chief]

different
infant

jealous
hellish
relish
sell it

program directors
go and request us
no dam selector
dough man they bless ya
so' (sure) can depress ya

better mayne
weather came
cheddar gain
never rain

You can't say the actual rhymes are better lmao

Ey, by now everybody breathin' should be into this
With us even have a membership lovin' me when I begin to rip
Betta be some that when I hinder the sinister nemesis
Cuz I'm grim a bit, I am at the end of what I'm finna get
Intricate I'll finish it witta diss fun of his but I get no benefit
I am not a demon cuz I'm always beamin' and on some sinner shit
This shall replenish this menace in glimpsed up minutes set on my syndicate
This genesis will spit and diminish shiiiiit

Last one and I'll post my response.

[classthe_king]

Ey, by now everybody breathin' should be into this
With us even have a membership lovin' me when I begin to rip
Betta be some that when I hinder the sinister nemesis
Cuz I'm grim a bit, I am at the end of what I'm finna get
Intricate I'll finish it witta diss fun of his but I get no benefit
I am not a demon cuz I'm always beamin' and on some sinner shit
This shall replenish this menace in glimpsed up minutes set on my syndicate
This genesis will spit and diminish shiiiiit

into this
membership
begin to rip
nemesis
grim a bit
finna get
intricate
finish it
witta diss
benefit
sinner shit
replenish this
menace in
syndicate
genesis
minish shit


Come on man

[ThomasJ]

V1 (24)
Oh lord I’m suffering, torn, struggling/
The world’s a gutter with poor plumbing I’m slumming in/
Wars funded by false governments, Whores, guns and when
Everyday is more trouble than the one in front of it
Some of the luster of living will fade/
Hustling for minimum wage, just to fit into my cage, the injustice is killing my faith/
I used for hope for tomorrow, now I just soak and I wallow in death & debt/
Knowing that my child’ll follow my steps/
How you can I rest with a thousand immense pounds on my chest/
How do I keep a clean conscience with god, when my thoughts are a mess/
I could mop it I guess, and ring it out without honest regret/
And still manage to fall to the faults of the flesh/
And on top of all this, the loss of a friend to an awful event/
Shot in the head – when they could have only robbed him instead/
Homicidal intent for 90 dollars & cents/
By a con sentenced to 20 years but got off within 10/
Why in the fuck we got laws to protect all of us, when/
Parole officicers can send a heartless killer walking again/
keep a cautious defense, as some kids are taught to dissent/
They’re born with no natural remorse, and all form of conscience is dead/
And it’s hard to depend on congresses when/
They impose embargos that leave throngs of small children starved and unfed/
Some have called it the end, the last days of this system and times
If that’s the case – it’s a gift for the dying.

V2 (24)
I’m not a humanitarian,
I’m just a selfish fuck like you – looking for ways outta this grave we’re buried in/
I’m not embarrassed – we ALL carry that pair of chromosomes for carelessness
We inherited from our parenting/
But the more I stare at it, The more it becomes glaring… Life isn’t fair is it?/
So why fight what I find impairing?
Shit, when the time’s right, then I’ll die without merit/
No hereafter with it, cause my body and my mind are tied to my spirit/
No divine interference, we wonder why history’s cyclical,
Why the wicked’ll prosper, all while the timid are miserable/
Why is shit so impossible, while for him it’s so typical/
Why do the gospels point to the times we live in as critical/
Now, I’m getting biblical… aww, fuck it – I’m trying to somehow rationalize/
And I’m tired of being so cynical/
My, what a pitiful state of affairs this is/
When you’re simultaneously ready to die and scared to exist/
A subway ride, that was once second nature, is now taxing your wits/
Asking if this, blast really hits, will a casket be fit?
Frazzled to bits, with prescription Paxil and shit/
Trapped in a ditch of a dead-end job, cause you’re two months back on your rent/
Laughing – cause if that shit happens you guess that would be it/
Eyeing every passenger standing, cause that could be him/
So, you sit back and pretend, you’re relaxed and content/
Knowing that if you go today, you unhappily went
But when nothing happens you wince, and the impact makes you glad you exist/
Sadness desists and you miss your family, friends/
As you reexamine your presence, the apathy lifts/
Knowing that in the face of death, you found passion to live.
There’s an equal amount of life within a last gasp and a first breath.
No matter how hard it gets, no one truly prefers death/
And if the hurt ends, you’re sure blessed/
Remember the determination of your first step.
And keep walking. Keep walking. Keep Walking.

[classthe_king]

How many verses with average rhymes are you guys going to post?

[Satire]

Honestly MC you'd have a much higher chance of victory if you became Dead Prez and started debating with the flow/delivery category. It's easy to make an argument that flow is as important as lyrics.

[classthe_king]

Honestly MC you'd have a much higher chance of victory if you became Dead Prez and started debating with the flow/delivery category. It's easy to make an argument that flow is as important as lyrics.

I already said his flow and delivery were better

[Master Chief]

Tech N9ne is a quantity rapper.

Sadistik is a quality rapper.

I made a false statement saying SMAG is better quality-wise. This argument is a tie.