A far cry from his mixtape material in subject matter, Banks retains his clever vernacular and imaginative control over language. That of a storyteller, capable of conjuring striking images and emotional impact, never once diluted by an expansive three verse structure. Though high caliber punchlines were expected on a Banks LP, “Till The End” unearthed additional depth in the young emcee. Yet that changed with the release of his debut album The Hunger For More, an album that boasted classics like “On Fire,” “Warrior Part 2,” and arguably the greatest track of Lloyd Banks’ career in “Till The End.” With the bulk of his reputation having been cultivated on the mixtape circuit, which in itself encourages bars over structure and substance alike, it was initially difficult to assess Banks’ potential as a solo artist.
Many are quick to cite early cuts like “That’s What’s Up” and his breakout “Victory Freestyle” as a testament to his lyrical prowess. Considering that the G-Unit rapper has been widely recognized as The Punchline King, it’s fair to assume that his bars have left an impression. It’s difficult to imagine what prompted DMX to discredit Lloyd Banks in such a public fashion.
You can hear me on your T.V.Lloyd Banks revealed the depth of his lyricism on "Till The End," a song that stands as one of his greatest artistic achievements.Īuthor's Note: The article was originally written prior to DMX's clarification that he confused Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo. I been spittin that sh*t ever since coke crushed They rather see my moms make funeral arangements I donate my heart to them n*ggas that ranĪnd, those n*ggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes onĮvery single night me and my mack get our groove onĬause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea) Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya home Look homie I'm down for that day-time action You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check meġ2 in the afternoon we can start the clappin You ain't gotta like or love me but you gone respect me You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chromeĮvery breath I take, every step I take, every move I make They say "God bless the child that could hold his own" I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your f*ckin janitor Some jake, tryin to watch every move I makeĬause my diesel will make fiends do the up-town shake Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea) Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the nina's is wit me Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro
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I'll have n*ggas post up on ya block like I'm shootin the free throw Now I know to keep low when the heat blow Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game Pus*ys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaidsĪll of a sudden I'm gassed, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wave Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids I'll give my next door neighbor the finger (f*ck you) Just yesterday guns is blastin with red dartsĬause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin won't be the only one the carpet My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC To me f*cking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start You will, die by the gun if you ain't droppin ya sword You grimey as birds sh*ttin on the top of ya fords Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards See every now and then I smile just not today Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray G-Unit n*gga that's what's up (repeat 6x) G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeayou no my gun -bozarcool come back naggae,respect a gun city fly my yellow dream sleep for cheak to me That's What's Up by Lloyd Banks (Chorus- Banks)
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