Author Topic: VIDEO Frank Alexander On 2pac's Falling Out With Fatal And Big Syke (Read 1121 times)

That's what I'm saying. He dropped a few dope verses alongside Pac, don't get me wrong. I enjoy his verse on Picture Me Rollin and a few other songs. A lot of rappers were inspired by Pac's energy to go beyond their natural talents. Pac collaborated with plenty of wack artists who sounded better when they were on a track with the greatest of all time.

I wouldn't be surprised if Pac wrote a bunch of Syke's verses, because the quality of Syke's verses when he's on songs with Pac is vastly superior to his solo material. Pac had lyrics for days - he probably was happy to lend some of them to a big homie with a small brain.

jory · « **Reply #22 on:** August 19, 2014, 04:37:35 AM »

Big Syke - Be Yo Self

Verse 1:

Fool can you see yo self?
Everytime I come around you's somebody else
Gettin' played to the left cause you steady changin'
Never quoted in but you bangin'
Part time slanga, one in the chamber for the anger
That you build inside but you never ride
Homicidal tendencies, niggas please
Shakin' fleas, three hundred an' eighty degrees
Trained and schooled by Gs, you can check
Pickin' up my minum, hit 'em, leaving 'em wrecked
Fuck yo set, now I'm older wid boulders and birds
Overseas bringin' kis to the su-burbs
What's the word not this imitation rap shit
Niggas make up shit, so they counterfeit
I don't feel that shit, from this nappie generation
Cause they full ah perpetration
Bitch made niggas they follow they copy
I'm authentic motherfucka can't stop me
Carbon copies the essence of some, presence
Don't call me for no motherfuckin' reference
Nigga be yo self

Verse 2:

Have you really flipped keys, about yo cheese, stackin' Gs
Or is it all fictional thoughts that you perceive?
Many fleas get in the rap game but claim something different
Like being a hog from a iffant, what is it?
That makes imitations speak on legend ways
No affiliation wid nothing on ya resume
Became a rapper now G overnight
Soaking up game like a parasite alright
I'm tired ah weenies and beanies in Starter hats
And killin' everythang on these fuckin' raps, per-haps We need to throw a meeting in yo hood
Nigga don't know me catch a beatin' in my hood
It's understood from the West to the Eastside
Slide wid the riders and suiciders, life biters
In the mix full ah tricks and they phony
Ya own homie told me...
You ain't being yo self

Verse 3:

You heard my style but not the voice wid it
Somebody bit I guess it fitted

Verse 4:

Baby I can't forget about you
You want reproduction of yo whole crew
Outfits shows the center of your character
Split personalities like an actor
Had to backtrack it cause they counter off
Tryna make a thug nigga go soft