Let's look at this album for album, picture a concert scenario:

Round 1:

Kanye:

All Falls Down
Jesus Walks
Through The Wire

Drake:

Over
Find Your Love
Fancy

Round 2:

Kanye:

Touch The Sky
Diamonds
Golddigger

Drake:

Headlines
HYFR
UGK/Crew Love/Take Care (idk any one of these lmfao he still get slapped)

Round 3:

Kanye:

Can't Tell Me Nothing
Stronger
Good Life
Homecoming ?
Flashing Lights ?

Drake:

Started From The Bottom
Hold On, We're Going Home
Worst Behaviour
The Language ?
Tuscan Leather ?

Round 4:

Kanye:

Heartless
Love Lockdown
Paranoid/Street Lights ?

Drake:

Energy
Know Yourself
10 Bands

Round 5:

Kanye:

Power
Monster
AOTL
Runaway

Drake:

One Dance
Pop Style
Controlla
Hotline Bling

Round 6:

Kanye:

Otis
N*ggas In Paris
No Church In The Wild

Drake:

Jumpman
Big Rings
Diamonds Dancing

Round 7:

Kanye:

Mercy
Clique
New God Flow
Cold
Don't Like

Drake:

Passionfruit
Free Smoke
Fake Love

Round 8:

Kanye:

Black Skinhead
New Slaves
Blood On The Leaves
Bound 2

Drake:

Gods Plan
Nice For What
In My Feelings
I'm Upset

Round 9:

Kanye:

ULB
FSMH
FAMOUS
PT. 2
WAVES
REAL FRIENDS
NMPILA
SAINT PABLO
WOLVES
ALL MINE
YIKES
KSG
JIK

Drake:

TBD

GAME OVER, THANOS

album for album yeah, going diss track for diss track though I'm pretty sure Drake would have us being ashamed to be Ye stans.

you really wrote all that lmao

Kanye the better artist but Drake can out rap kanye anyday

why yall do this s***

love drake love kanye

If we're comparing discogs Drake has absolutely no chance

Drake's ghostwriters > Kanye's ghostwriters

Just shut up already holy f***

Kanye's discography dwarf's drake. Drake would kill kanye in a diss battle though, literal goldmine of material to make a diss on.

stop these threads bruh, 2 legends from our time let them be

Not sure what OP is on about. But yes Kanye's discography is immensely better than Drake's. Drake is dope though

Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me

its bait yall. Dont fall for it please.

People who do bait threads are my sons

I f***ing hate all of you a******s. I come on here every day and try to talk about Drake and the new album and good Fridays and all I get are f***ing copypastas and memes that aren't even funny to a 4 year old with autism. I am a moderator and could ban you all at the click of a button but I feel sorry for all of you and don't want to ruin your life by banning you from the one thing you have going for you. I hope you enjoy your s***posting because I'm actually doing something with my life. I f*** 3 different b****es a night and make $125,000 dollars a year while you all sit at make 125000 posts a year on a forum dedicated to another man. I know you all sit home and jerk off to daisy ridley and wish you could be successful at something. but guess what, s*** for brains, you're all pathetic. you are better at speculating what kind of underwear Drake will wear tomorrow than on how to get your f***ing lives together. I can't believe I wasted 2 years of my life on this s***hole with all of you. I think I literally contracted autism and lowered my IQ to dangerous levels by even being associated with all of you for this long. I can barely even take a s*** without saying doot doot to myself. I went into a store right before closing time last night and said "inb4 ban" to the manager, that's how much you all f***ed me up. f*** this forum, f*** Drake and f*** you all. I'm done.

I f***ing hate all of you a******s. I come on here every day and try to talk about Drake and the new album and good Fridays and all I get are f***ing copypastas and memes that aren't even funny to a 4 year old with autism. I am a moderator and could ban you all at the click of a button but I feel sorry for all of you and don't want to ruin your life by banning you from the one thing you have going for you. I hope you enjoy your s***posting because I'm actually doing something with my life. I f*** 3 different b****es a night and make $125,000 dollars a year while you all sit at make 125000 posts a year on a forum dedicated to another man. I know you all sit home and jerk off to daisy ridley and wish you could be successful at something. but guess what, s*** for brains, you're all pathetic. you are better at speculating what kind of underwear Drake will wear tomorrow than on how to get your f***ing lives together. I can't believe I wasted 2 years of my life on this s***hole with all of you. I think I literally contracted autism and lowered my IQ to dangerous levels by even being associated with all of you for this long. I can barely even take a s*** without saying doot doot to myself. I went into a store right before closing time last night and said "inb4 ban" to the manager, that's how much you all f***ed me up. f*** this forum, f*** Drake and f*** you all. I'm done.

I f***ing hate all of you a******s. I come on here every day and try to talk about Drake and the new album and good Fridays and all I get are f***ing copypastas and memes that aren't even funny to a 4 year old with autism. I am a moderator and could ban you all at the click of a button but I feel sorry for all of you and don't want to ruin your life by banning you from the one thing you have going for you. I hope you enjoy your s***posting because I'm actually doing something with my life. I f*** 3 different b****es a night and make $125,000 dollars a year while you all sit at make 125000 posts a year on a forum dedicated to another man. I know you all sit home and jerk off to daisy ridley and wish you could be successful at something. but guess what, s*** for brains, you're all pathetic. you are better at speculating what kind of underwear Drake will wear tomorrow than on how to get your f***ing lives together. I can't believe I wasted 2 years of my life on this s***hole with all of you. I think I literally contracted autism and lowered my IQ to dangerous levels by even being associated with all of you for this long. I can barely even take a s*** without saying doot doot to myself. I went into a store right before closing time last night and said "inb4 ban" to the manager, that's how much you all f***ed me up. f*** this forum, f*** Drake and f*** you all. I'm done.

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that nigga can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

I f***ing hate all of you a******s. I come on here every day and try to talk about Drake and the new album and good Fridays and all I get are f***ing copypastas and memes that aren't even funny to a 4 year old with autism. I am a moderator and could ban you all at the click of a button but I feel sorry for all of you and don't want to ruin your life by banning you from the one thing you have going for you. I hope you enjoy your s***posting because I'm actually doing something with my life. I f*** 3 different b****es a night and make $125,000 dollars a year while you all sit at make 125000 posts a year on a forum dedicated to another man. I know you all sit home and jerk off to daisy ridley and wish you could be successful at something. but guess what, s*** for brains, you're all pathetic. you are better at speculating what kind of underwear Drake will wear tomorrow than on how to get your f***ing lives together. I can't believe I wasted 2 years of my life on this s***hole with all of you. I think I literally contracted autism and lowered my IQ to dangerous levels by even being associated with all of you for this long. I can barely even take a s*** without saying doot doot to myself. I went into a store right before closing time last night and said "inb4 ban" to the manager, that's how much you all f***ed me up. f*** this forum, f*** Drake and f*** you all. I'm done.