The 10 best rappers of the 90s (Complex)/ your thoughts ?

[ronnie56]

Ronnie, for someone who is seemingly in love with rhyming and rhyme schemes, I'm surprised you aren't a fan of Big L or are calling Snoop a better rapper.

L got taken too early to really show off, it's a shame.

i am a big l fan that's the thing but i can be objective about this though at no point was big l a better rapper.

snoop had multis too.

You say that as if you have reason to believe that the rest of us aren't being objective..

I honestly have never heard anyone say that Snoop is better rapper than L. You're entitled to your opinion but I've never even heard it called it a close comparison tbh

i hear you fam to each his own but i truly believe that snoop dogg in his prime was a better mc then big l like i said if u want to go verse for verse we can do that.
I'll read if you want to post it but no I'm not particularly in the mood to do that. I'll definitely check it out if you want to though

[ronnie56]

he's not talking only about multis ronnie and i dont remember snoop having great multis in the first place, i cant even remember many from the west in 90s with really good multis.

snoop dogg kurupt daz cube pac ras kass d.o.c mc ren yukmouth anybody from souls of mischief heiro etc
all had multis.

i mean if multis are what they mean which is just rhyming more then one syllable and not matching them in terms of number of syllables then i mean they all had them.

[ronnie56]

Fuck...I dunno, if it were up to me I'd include DMX, half of the Wu-Tang Clan, and Big L to that list, but that would go past 10. Hm. I could do a top 15 but it'd sorta nag at me if I included one of them but not another or whatever.

I guess maybe replace Lauryn Hill and Snoop with with Ghostface and Method Man for me and a little bit of re-ordering. That's the best I can do. But it's a pretty cool list to begin with.

Fuck, DMX gets slept on hard here imo.

dmx first two albums are classic imo

[ronnie56]

Hm...could you consider Canibus at a top 10 contender in the 90s? He's a joke now, but he actually was a fucking problem back then.

hell yeah his freestyles and guest verses were ridiculous his first album was kind of allright imo

[King Lance]

he's not talking only about multis ronnie and i dont remember snoop having great multis in the first place, i cant even remember many from the west in 90s with really good multis.

The west has its own sound tbh, emotion/storytelling/laid back sound

The West

[ronnie56]

he's not talking only about multis ronnie and i dont remember snoop having great multis in the first place, i cant even remember many from the west in 90s with really good multis.

snoop dogg kurupt daz cube pac ras kass d.o.c mc ren yukmouth anybody from souls of mischief heiro etc
all had multis.

i mean if multis are what they mean which is just rhyming more then one syllable and not matching them in terms of number of syllables then i mean they all had them.

you are right but im talking about more complex mutlis

what does complex multisyllable rhyming means.

[ronnie56]

Yo, I'm ashamed X to the Z isn't even an honourable mention. Y'all acting like At The Speed Of Life ain't a lowkey classic.

also that is a classic but nobody mention scarface black thought or common sense.

[SG.]

No love for Big L?

Nas is up there doe

This is the best post I've ever seen.

[Rattle1]

Meth had the industry in a choke hold from 94-98, he had the biggest budget from def jam for T2 but after that X took over at def jam.

[ronnie56]

Fuck it. Just for the fun of it. As long as this stays friendly haha. Some of them might be a little off. I was being pretty general for the sake of getting it done. I also took some lines out because it's long as shit. Next time I'll pick a regualr 16 haha

Fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expanding my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
With both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, selling blow in the park
Counting g stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark
Forever hottie hunting, trigger temper I'm quick to body something
You looking at me like I'm probably fronting
I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hanging around y'all cause niggas like you
Be praying on my downfall, hoping I flop
Hoping I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe smoking the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you
Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead
My game is vicious and cruel
Fucking chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from?
So what you acting for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga something, before I crack his jaw
You running with boys, I'm running with men
I'm a be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all niggas like "damn it this nigga done done it again"
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm making wonderful figures
I don't fuck with none of you niggas
I might pull out this gun on your niggas
And rob every last one of you niggas

With so much [b]drama in the L-B-C[/b]
It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G
But I - somehow, some way
Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's? (yeah)
And make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze through
2 in the morning and the party's still jumping
Cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving til 6 in the mornin'
So what you wanna do? Sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yea
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

not all of these are multis there are some inners and end rhymes mixed in with the multis

[ronnie56]

Fuck it. Just for the fun of it. As long as this stays friendly haha. Some of them might be a little off. I was being pretty general for the sake of getting it done. I also took some lines out because it's long as shit. Next time I'll pick a regualr 16 haha

Fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expanding my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
With both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, selling blow in the park
Counting g stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark
Forever hottie hunting, trigger temper I'm quick to body something
You looking at me like I'm probably fronting
I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hanging around y'all cause niggas like you
Be praying on my downfall, hoping I flop
Hoping I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe smoking the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you
Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead
My game is vicious and cruel
Fucking chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from?
So what you acting for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga something, before I crack his jaw
You running with boys, I'm running with men
I'm a be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all niggas like "damn it this nigga done done it again"
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm making wonderful figures
I don't fuck with none of you niggas
I might pull out this gun on your niggas
And rob every last one of you niggas

With so much [b]drama in the L-B-C[/b]
It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G
But I - somehow, some way
Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's? (yeah)
And make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze through
2 in the morning and the party's still jumping
Cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving til 6 in the mornin'
So what you wanna do? Sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yea
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

not all of these are multis there are some inners and end rhymes mixed in with the multis

[ronnie56]

Fuck it. Just for the fun of it. As long as this stays friendly haha. Some of them might be a little off. I was being pretty general for the sake of getting it done. I also took some lines out because it's long as shit. Next time I'll pick a regualr 16 haha

Fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expanding my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
With both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, selling blow in the park
Counting g stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark
Forever hottie hunting, trigger temper I'm quick to body something
You looking at me like I'm probably fronting
I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hanging around y'all cause niggas like you
Be praying on my downfall, hoping I flop
Hoping I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe smoking the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you
Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead
My game is vicious and cruel
Fucking chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from?
So what you acting for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga something, before I crack his jaw
You running with boys, I'm running with men
I'm a be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all niggas like "damn it this nigga done done it again"
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm making wonderful figures
I don't fuck with none of you niggas
I might pull out this gun on your niggas
And rob every last one of you niggas

With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G
But I - somehow, some way
Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's? (yeah)
And make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze through
2 in the morning and the party's still jumping
Cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving til 6 in the mornin'
So what you wanna do? Sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yea
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

not all of these are multis there are some inners and end rhymes mixed in with the multis

[King Lance]

STA won

[ronnie56]

With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G
But I - somehow, some way
Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's? (yeah)
And make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze through
2 in the morning and the party's still jumping
Cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving til 6 in the mornin'
So what you wanna do? Sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yea
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Nobody can take nothing from Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more cash than Gotti, you don't know, you better ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins
And get ends and commit sins with sick friends
Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga
I flows so one of my shows, wouldn't be clever to miss
I'm leaving competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz
I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the mission
Or survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of hell
Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell

[Trilla]

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz
I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the mission
Or survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of hell
Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell

Oh my god

did you really

wow

oh my god