Lloyd Banks VS Royce Da 5'9"

[Peace_79]

Two of my favorite rappers, both of them are underrated AF and overshines by who they work with (Em for Royce and 50 for Banks) but both are in my top 10 honestly.

I think Id have to give it to Banks just based off of his extensive ass mixtape catalogue. Dude has 5 legit classic mixtapes that play like legit albums while Royce has The Bar Exam series and that's about it. FNO & Bar Exam 2 are two of my favorite mixtapes of all time.

Id have to vote Banks if forced.

Fair and measured assessment. Although Royce has quite a bit more than the Bar Series.

He's torched a lot of features on Slaughterhouse and his Pryhme series is extremely promising.

My question was more on pure lyricism, flow and talent as an emcee rather than body of work. But to each his own.

 

[ReppinTime]

Niggas always vote off name recognition. I already know most of the people who said rove either never listened to banks or haven't listened to him in 10 years. Know for a fact they have listened to none of the V series or Cold Corner series. As a Detroiter I've heard Royce since forever...banks is a more talented rapper in ever category and in comparison to banks royce has fallen off while banks better than he ever been.

Royce flow now is almost unlistenable he off beat at least a few bars per verse. Banks better lyrically, flow, musically, etc. Yea royce got Em once or twice but he edged him, banks got Em on every song they ever done together and he's renegaded him not just no squeaked by shit. Royce never did Em how banks did him on "Don't push me". When Royce finally got the balls and dissed Em he backed down soon as Em threw a small shot back.

Listen to the YouTube link posted a few posts up, royce not capable of that at this point.

Wtf? Lol. More talented rapper? Royce's old freestyles w/ Em shits on Banks career. Banks is just a punchline rapper, in the same mode of Fab, Buddens etc. That shit played out. Royce is different breed of mc. In no shape, form or fashion will Lloyd Banks EVER be in the same category of Royce. Flow, ryhme patterns, metaphors etc...

You came to talk about rap or eat some dick??

Sound like you came to chew cock. Soon as you say Banks a punchline rapper you expose yourself as a groupie who doesn't listen to music but has a opinion anyway. Banks stopped being a punchline rapper in 2006 and turned into a Eminem tier lyricist. He the only one from the punchline Era to do that. I been listening to Royce since before anybody not from the city knew who he was. The only category you could argue Royse tops him is in content and even then banks stepped that up and raps about more than money and cars. I'm bout to post a song in a minute and kill this dumb he can't rap shit.

 

[just.might.b.ok]

What Lloyd banks album is better that PRhyme tho

 

[nujerz84]

Niggas always vote off name recognition. I already know most of the people who said rove either never listened to banks or haven't listened to him in 10 years. Know for a fact they have listened to none of the V series or Cold Corner series. As a Detroiter I've heard Royce since forever...banks is a more talented rapper in ever category and in comparison to banks royce has fallen off while banks better than he ever been.

Royce flow now is almost unlistenable he off beat at least a few bars per verse. Banks better lyrically, flow, musically, etc. Yea royce got Em once or twice but he edged him, banks got Em on every song they ever done together and he's renegaded him not just no squeaked by shit. Royce never did Em how banks did him on "Don't push me". When Royce finally got the balls and dissed Em he backed down soon as Em threw a small shot back.

Listen to the YouTube link posted a few posts up, royce not capable of that at this point.

Wtf? Lol. More talented rapper? Royce's old freestyles w/ Em shits on Banks career. Banks is just a punchline rapper, in the same mode of Fab, Buddens etc. That shit played out. Royce is different breed of mc. In no shape, form or fashion will Lloyd Banks EVER be in the same category of Royce. Flow, ryhme patterns, metaphors etc...

You came to talk about rap or eat some dick??

Sound like you came to chew cock. Soon as you say Banks a punchline rapper you expose yourself as a groupie who doesn't listen to music but has a opinion anyway. Banks stopped being a punchline rapper in 2006 and turned into a Eminem tier lyricist. He the only one from the punchline Era to do that. I been listening to Royce since before anybody not from the city knew who he was. The only category you could argue Royse tops him is in content and even then banks stepped that up and raps about more than money and cars. I'm bout to post a song in a minute and kill this dumb he can't rap shit.

Hunger For More 2 Says your post in this thread are bullshit.

 

[nujerz84]

What Lloyd banks album is better that PRhyme tho

Aint a Lloyd Banks Album better than Death Is Certain, Street Hop or Success is Certain nevermind Phryme.

 

[just.might.b.ok]

Success is Certain is half assed imo.

 

[nujerz84]

Success is Certain is half assed imo.

yeah i take it back.. HFM 1 is better.. Rotten Apple and HFM 2 is on same level of Success is Certain especially Rotten Apple.

 

[ReppinTime]

Lmao niggas ain't even heard cold corner 2 but tryna speak authoritative. It's like Im in cheapseats with teens talking about niggas they never even seen play. Anyway cornballs

"Banks can't rap"


Since I know yall don't listen to rap

Weed all morning and then it dawned on him;

The niggas they calling “the best”, I moonwalk on ‘em

Don't add gasoline, I’ll put the torch on ‘em

They gon’ keep wavin’ the bull until these horns on ‘em

The alarm before it start stormin’

Ain’t really no competition – I rip apart all ‘em

Go call ‘em – I serve niggas till it get borin’

Midnight, midday, mornin’

the booth aint for errbody I make it look simple G

I wipe the floor with MC’s, stack triple cheese

Me, Fif and Yay’ jus’ copped – now that’s triple beams

My PLK ring hold weight, i cripple knees

Traitors get the trey, tramps get to lick on these

I light the room bright as lamps, nigga pick a sleeve

You know you can’t get with the camp, lucky you get to breathe

Please, they ask me how I’m livin’ when I lift my keys

Brand new spankin’ Franklins

I land where it’s ancient, they race to thank him.

A million miles away out in space jus waitin

Cookin’ up that Crack, Gucci apron bakin

Listen! – Cause I ain’t got the time to blog

The Words will lift a strugglin black man, bars hard as Obama job

F-uck my enemies – I tell they momma slob

Drop a bag, tie niggas up like Amistad

Shit-talkin’ cause I'm armored car'd

Leap in the drama frogs get slept when the karma start

Suppose I lose it – These old niggas entrees

You thinkin’?  Cause I been drinkin’ like Kanye

Ain’t nuttin changed but the change in the groove of life

Hop out, shoot the dice, pause for the blue and whites

And my new Lou’s they lucky if I do ‘em twice

About to catch my flight to Nice – Cause I’m nice

Dime after dime I’m the man, yeah

Her ass spillin all over the damn chair

Her titties stand up like Pam Grier

I give her wide walls and damp hair

Slow fellatio in the lamb’, yeah, let’s camp here

See nine times out of ten, I’m kinda rocky

I’m dressed up so I pose for the paparazzi

Furs by the row– Extreme shopper hobby

Twenty, thirty racks on deck in a cream Maserati

How you gone turn your back on your back bone?

Must wanna be in the front, than be in that zone

Leanin’ on that Pat-rone– There’s no chill in me

My lifestyles fast dome – Roamin through Italy

I got your shorty and her bed game serious

The pussy only really yours on her period,

Period– wrong move, check mate boy

Mansion man don’t turn me to the sect 8 boy

 BANKS! – Nigga name a nigga you know nicer (huhh?)

I’m shittin’ – gone need a sumo diaper

I move like the Spyker, two door Viper

Negative energy’ll get the crew all hyper

“Mary Jane” wifed her – The only chick that gets it from me

I’m on top of mine missionary with the money

I’m hearin’ all the comparin’ and the shit is funny

We’re not the same I’m different, dummy

Your boy back rappin’ his ass off, a brick to glass jaws;

My flow “Predator” with the mask off

Black leather tint on the fast horse, the last Porsche

Ball like mad sports, passports, I’m back forth

One man attack force

The 9th wonder, eight other planets past Ross

You wore a badge boss

Headed on a crash course– My hearts ice

Future brighter than my last thoughts – You’re all mice

On air i wouldn’t fall off if the floor dropped

I melt mic's, I'm shit out the mall hot

And everything that you're not

A warlock– Back block Sure shot

Keep your mouth shut, and your door locked

Cause speakers go home in a long box;

It’s all lies he’s gonna call cops

You ain’t a MC, you a fat bitch; I get you Swiss cheese from Mac clips

Nose dives, takin’ one-knees and backflips – All over rap shit

End ya whole crew at the same time

I'm calm, alley-oop when it’s game time – And I ain’t even in my prime

My waistlines’ a grey Nine; that’ll make your ass run like a great dane –

Chase a dollar bill don’t chase fame.

These niggas really bummy in fake chains

If there wasn’t so many I’d name names, I got brigade aim

Hungry like a nigga with no fridge

Strange, I ain’t grow up like most kids

Pain, bulletholes and broke ribs

Stains over clothes and close deaths

Denials, heavens clouds and no stress

The game’s full of fouls and no refs

Complaints from the crowds and no love

We bring the guns out when we go club

Bottles and Bud– Thick models and drugs

Six Hollows and snubs she dipped out with a thug

Dicked down on the rug, I skipped town with her love

Line who? – Take these big diamonds in blood

And ain't no corny punchlines like royce and he switched up flows without going off beat once, unlike royce with his failing Eminem impersonations.

 

[bck145]

Lmao niggas ain't even heard cold corner 2 but tryna speak authoritative. It's like Im in cheapseats with teens talking about niggas they never even seen play. Anyway cornballs

"Banks can't rap"


Since I know yall don't listen to rap

Weed all morning and then it dawned on him;

The niggas they calling “the best”, I moonwalk on ‘em

Don't add gasoline, I’ll put the torch on ‘em

They gon’ keep wavin’ the bull until these horns on ‘em

The alarm before it start stormin’

Ain’t really no competition – I rip apart all ‘em

Go call ‘em – I serve niggas till it get borin’

Midnight, midday, mornin’

the booth aint for errbody I make it look simple G

I wipe the floor with MC’s, stack triple cheese

Me, Fif and Yay’ jus’ copped – now that’s triple beams

My PLK ring hold weight, i cripple knees

Traitors get the trey, tramps get to lick on these

I light the room bright as lamps, nigga pick a sleeve

You know you can’t get with the camp, lucky you get to breathe

Please, they ask me how I’m livin’ when I lift my keys

Brand new spankin’ Franklins

I land where it’s ancient, they race to thank him.

A million miles away out in space jus waitin

Cookin’ up that Crack, Gucci apron bakin

Listen! – Cause I ain’t got the time to blog

The Words will lift a strugglin black man, bars hard as Obama job

F-uck my enemies – I tell they momma slob

Drop a bag, tie niggas up like Amistad

Shit-talkin’ cause I'm armored car'd

Leap in the drama frogs get slept when the karma start

Suppose I lose it – These old niggas entrees

You thinkin’?  Cause I been drinkin’ like Kanye

Ain’t nuttin changed but the change in the groove of life

Hop out, shoot the dice, pause for the blue and whites

And my new Lou’s they lucky if I do ‘em twice

About to catch my flight to Nice – Cause I’m nice

Dime after dime I’m the man, yeah

Her ass spillin all over the damn chair

Her titties stand up like Pam Grier

I give her wide walls and damp hair

Slow fellatio in the lamb’, yeah, let’s camp here

See nine times out of ten, I’m kinda rocky

I’m dressed up so I pose for the paparazzi

Furs by the row– Extreme shopper hobby

Twenty, thirty racks on deck in a cream Maserati

How you gone turn your back on your back bone?

Must wanna be in the front, than be in that zone

Leanin’ on that Pat-rone– There’s no chill in me

My lifestyles fast dome – Roamin through Italy

I got your shorty and her bed game serious

The pussy only really yours on her period,

Period– wrong move, check mate boy

Mansion man don’t turn me to the sect 8 boy

 BANKS! – Nigga name a nigga you know nicer (huhh?)

I’m shittin’ – gone need a sumo diaper

I move like the Spyker, two door Viper

Negative energy’ll get the crew all hyper

“Mary Jane” wifed her – The only chick that gets it from me

I’m on top of mine missionary with the money

I’m hearin’ all the comparin’ and the shit is funny

We’re not the same I’m different, dummy

Your boy back rappin’ his ass off, a brick to glass jaws;

My flow “Predator” with the mask off

Black leather tint on the fast horse, the last Porsche

Ball like mad sports, passports, I’m back forth

One man attack force

The 9th wonder, eight other planets past Ross

You wore a badge boss

Headed on a crash course– My hearts ice

Future brighter than my last thoughts – You’re all mice

On air i wouldn’t fall off if the floor dropped

I melt mic's, I'm shit out the mall hot

And everything that you're not

A warlock– Back block Sure shot

Keep your mouth shut, and your door locked

Cause speakers go home in a long box;

It’s all lies he’s gonna call cops

You ain’t a MC, you a fat bitch; I get you Swiss cheese from Mac clips

Nose dives, takin’ one-knees and backflips – All over rap shit

End ya whole crew at the same time

I'm calm, alley-oop when it’s game time – And I ain’t even in my prime

My waistlines’ a grey Nine; that’ll make your ass run like a great dane –

Chase a dollar bill don’t chase fame.

These niggas really bummy in fake chains

If there wasn’t so many I’d name names, I got brigade aim

Hungry like a nigga with no fridge

Strange, I ain’t grow up like most kids

Pain, bulletholes and broke ribs

Stains over clothes and close deaths

Denials, heavens clouds and no stress

The game’s full of fouls and no refs

Complaints from the crowds and no love

We bring the guns out when we go club

Bottles and Bud– Thick models and drugs

Six Hollows and snubs she dipped out with a thug

Dicked down on the rug, I skipped town with her love

Line who? – Take these big diamonds in blood

And ain't no corny punchlines like royce and he switched up flows without going off beat once, unlike royce with his failing Eminem impersonations.

yeah and his voice gets drowned out by the beat how often? the cold corner mixtapes turned me off of banks, lyrics are on point.....flow is boring and I can't listen to lyrics if you can't hear the man's voice

hunger for more banks had better flow and his voice was fine just a few years later his voice was trashed

 

[Peace_79]

 

[supergangster]

LLoyd banks won we all know that stew made new accounts

 

[emaculate]

Man this thread makes me think of the Remember The Titans track off Mood Muzik 4.

Bank$ had a dope flow

Royce had a dope bars

This ones tough...ill be back to vote.

Acid out the Baggie this is more than dope flawless flow fucking every horoscope done wore my robe...

Don't call us if the bitches ain't flawless

If they are than we can hang

Like Aretha Franklin braless

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[mackanaven]

Royce all day. he's improved so much over time.

 

[Tommy bilfiger]

Royce is nothin but a black em.Another geek who rage raps jamming as many words in as many bars possible and he talks about nothin 99% of the time

Phryme intro dope tho.Banks is way better

 

[_God_]

Neither one come close to stack bundles