i wasn't saying trag has more rhymes, i was saying BETTER, and more range meaning he can drop all types of shit on one album, check still reporting or against all odds. And the reason i even mentioned 'nerd rapper' is cuz I'm sick of that even being brought up in a discussion, who really cares (so we agree forget that shit). And you cant say Yak's 'who do u believe in verse' is better than tragedy's whole career, is quit ignorant seing u havent followed all of tragedy's career, I dont think any of us have, hes been around for a WHILE. And I agree that this whole comparison is silly, just cuz they have similar names I dont know why ppl are even mentioning it.
Truth is Tragedy's been around for too long and is way too talented to be compared to some dude that lived in 2pac's shadow his whole career, and like u said, never even got around to doing a solo project. Maybe Yak may have grown to be a more full artist, but at the point which he passed away he was just some dude that could throw in some mediocre verse into a track and outshine the outlawz. Anyways hers a lil comparison, between 2 verses
Faith in Allah, believe in me and this plastic
Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets
With they chest plates stretched like elastic
And what's worse I'm on front line, holdin down camp, still mashin
Heard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block
Just came home October of '95 back in Yardsville stuck
with a three to five, if he don't act up, now he realize
If you don't stay wise, then in this game you fucked
Talk to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard
One of the grimmies is snitchin, Diamond a stool pigeon I talked to him
He said he didn't, my man said he did, in fact he's sure
Cause he just came home off of bail
... c'mon dude didnt even have continuity in his verse... and what the hell did this verse have to do with the rest of the song?
anyways heres one by tragdy off "Permanently Scarred"
Ma this song is for you...cuz i love you
My tears fall on the paper as i write this ryme
Its like somewhere in my life a part of me died
And through my eyes a forgotten pain...rott in vain
Escapin the hell fire runnin from flames
Seein moms on the kitchen floor
Not knowin that the dope she injected this time was to raw
Saw myself trapped in the womb tryin to get out
Consumed by this hell flamed pain i spit out
On the day we rest may our souls be free
I aint mad cuz this world made a cole like me
I forgive her cuz my mother gave us all she could
Just another black girl lost enslaved by the hood
I would trade my existance to give you breath
Guess the only guarantes in this life is death
As I look around seein im the last one left
And the things i cant change I just gotta accept
~peace