Who's Got Bars

Who Got Bars? TDE

Y’all have probably had millions of conversations about this, who’s got the most bars in the TDE camp. Well, okay, Kendrick might be the obvious unanimous winner, sure. In terms of being an overall artist, he is hands down the best. That doesn’t mean you can’t have favorites. That doesn’t mean you wont hear Jay Rock jumping on a verse and taking the shine away from K.Dot – that has happened.

You got Q with Oxymoron which he dropped last year. For a lot of people it wasn’t as good as his other project, Habits & Contradictions, but he got to display some nice wordplay on Oxy.

[Verse 1]
Crazy, got my stash somewhere in her Mercedes
80’s, get these off new shoes for my baby
Oxy, I don’t know no Pablo or no papi
What you know about a pill, plus a 8-ball
You gotta re-up 50 times just to get a rack off, ungh
I can get a hundred of ’em, make over 3 G’s
Only took two days, only re-up’d one time
Where the sun barely shine and it rain for about
Nine months out the year, man it’s something right here
For Seattle nigga, cheers, when I look up at y’all city like lookin’ in the mirror
Damn near had a career, just might shed a tear, ungh
Man, this shit right here for my niggas who ain’t make it home
Sitting on a tear, got a dap to a nigga bright in here, feeling life ain’t fair
If I was in your shoes, I would’ve copped, don’t care
Had a scene, had the medics like clear, ungh
Big body cold like a Polar Bear, ungh
I done sold more shit than hookers, expensive tees, resemble a push up
Stopped selling crack, cause white don’t fuck with niggas
Vanity slave, got whips and chains
Dirty money, clean money the same, even if I got life, I ain’t saying a name

Maybe Ab-Soul had a misfire with These Days…
But Ab can still spit and is a dope lyricist.

[Verse 1]
This verse was ghost written by Capital STEEZ
I’m high cause I fly with Loriana’s angel wings
Not cause I smoke weed, we in the era of the Pros
If you peepin’ this your speaker Is worth 47 Karat gold, Soul
Yo, correct me if I’m lyin’, you got a Hublot, but we both know
You still check your iPhone to tell the time
Only time will tell, you’re atomic as my microscopic
You tryin’ to spit a verse, I’m trying to crack the macrocosms of the universe
It’s all Mathematics!
I multiply division like I was fitted for glasses
The difference between me and you is
All you do is subtract, all my tracks sub
To sum it up that ain’t adding up, I’ve had it up
To here with this shit I be hearin’ These Days
Marvel Comics’ superheroes in capes with marbles for brains
But I’m the Peter Parker in this World Wide Web
Spider senses tingling, move like I have 8 legs
I got next, cause I show them how to use their head
Rip the arms of a grizzly with my bare hands
I bet you play dead and I bet they think
That I’m delivering babies the way I bring in the bread
And I hate to address it but niggas wearin’ dressses now?
Hey, it do cost a lot to live this here lifestyle
Cash money talk, bullshit walk a million miles
And I don’t even write, where am I supposed to draw the line?
If skills sold, truth be told, I’d actually be Rapsody
Half of these niggas sell pussy after the
Top Dawg that mastered this craftsmanship
Ain’t cop these Margielas to go back to the ave then Crip
To make you more jealous cause now we getting paid per view
Cash stacks in the plasma, that’s a Pay-Per-View
And I still remember what Pac’s Pop told us
“Keep your enemies close nigga, watch your homies”
And it’s the ones that smoke blunts with ya, troll your insta
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya
My little sister just did molly for the first time
While I’m rolling with models, forgetting I’m a role model
Who else you know who shot across the whole nation
No MTV Jam or radio rotation
So don’t ask me about Kendrick and Q
Jay Rock, Zaywop and SZA’s sexy ass too
Cause I was thinking Long Term before I met them
I’ve been through Hell and back I deserve Heaven
And I thank all of yall who supported the ‘These Days Tour’
For 47 cities there’s 47 Bars
And this is the 47th bar

Isaiah Rashad made a fantastic debut – even if it was supposed to be an EP – still fucking dope, Cilvia Demo was and is amazing.

[Verse 1]
Alright, now if I die today, bitch my legacy is straight
I’m the best they never heard, I’m your brother, just relate
I need diamond teeth, livin’ like it’s 1998
Like when Percy was the king, back when Juvie was the great
Bitch this doobie is the bait, Patton taught me how to pimp
Like one day you here, then gone, that’s why Chad was downin’ shrimp
I’ve been ridin’ out, since I thought my Huffy was the shit
Chattanooga pool of sharks, don’t you slip and lose a limb
Slow it down, we losin’ ’em, I’ve been on the booze again
Shit, that sober livin’ Hell, free Guwop if he in jail
Nigga taught me ’bout the scale, it was vivid, I was there
I was on my first offense, I hope they gon’ give me bail
Screamin’ mothafuck a 12, bitches ain’t shit
Cops ain’t neither, they huntin’ my people
Codeine I’m back, leanin’, I cope with my demons
The best is not perfect, the rest is not worth it, wake up!

Did Jay Rock body Kendrick on “Money Trees”?

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
Imagine Rock up in them projects
Where them niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus don’t miss them stockings
Liquor spillin’, pistols popping
Baking soda YOLA whipping
Ain’t no turkey on Thanksgiving
My homeboy just domed a nigga
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue
Every day I’m hustlin’
What else is a thug to do
When you eatin’ cheese from the government
Gotta provide for my daughter n’em
Get the fuck up out my way, bish
Got that drum and I got them bands
Just like a parade, bish
Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don’t see my stash
If they do, tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass
From the gardens where the grass ain’t cut, them serpents lurking, blood
Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs, but it’s all good
Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is
Take your J’s and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree

But everyone can have a favorite. Who’s yours?


Shoutout to SZA. She may not be a rapper, but she still dope. And we also need a Black Hippy album already.

But we got ScHoolboy Q as the gangsta, Ab-Soul is the politically conscious, possible conspiracy theorist. Jay Rock is the enforcer, you’re gonna have him finish out a song and clean up everybody’s mess. Isaiah is just dope. And Kendrick is the most ambitious out of all of them. They all got bars. But who’s got the best?

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