Public Enemy "Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos" I got a letter from the government The other day I opened and read it It said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me given' a damn I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn About a brother like me and myself Because they never did I wasn't wit' it but just that very minute... It occured to me The suckers had authority
Truly some great poetry our children's children's children will be quoting for time immemorial. It's like a Shakespearean renaissance in here...
If what they say is ("Nothing is forever") Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE? (Love exception) So why you, why you Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial When we are not happy heeeerrreeee... Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance and I have to add this part Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just wan't to make you cumma OHH OH)
All these great lyrics posted in this thread just further prove how powerful and meaningful rap music can be...I still look forward to the day when when artists like Mos Def and Talib Kwali start topping the charts and become as mainstream as -- say -- 50 Cent.
Well, let's not get carried away. Sarcastic Shakespearean references aside, many of the lyrics quoted here won't get much play in future literature classes. Although "Hey, hey we want some p*ssy" has a pretty universal appeal.
There's the "party" side of Hip Hop, and there is the other side of it that's represented by the likes of Nas, Talib Kwali, Mos Def, Tupac, Kanye West, Common, among others...heck, even so-called 'gangster rappers' have songs that are meaningful and of some substance, going beyond the mere "I was getting some h***" trash getting air time on your local radio station. Much like the rock n roll era, there is plenty of socially conscious work out there to choose from, despite the presence of music/artists that glorify over-the-top materialistic desires, drugs, and everything else we deem as a 'social evil'. BTW, are you a hip hop fan?
Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought me And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level they can't Stop me or pop me ***** they got me **** naw Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down So quick to test bullet yes declare war Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror For what the did it all pause for the cause and I Fin to pull a nine or pistol little ***** wit mine **** dem *****s it's on All y'all fall Bizzy gettin b****es test me bless the floor In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets Deep in the leaves I'm alone ***** believe That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland BIZZY BONE THUG LUV. THE FASTEST VERSE IVE EVER HEARD
http://juicy-news.blogspot.com/2006/06/kanye-west-wants-to-make-album-better.html According to Kanye West, his line from Ghostface Killah's "Back Like That" is the best line of the year: "She ordered Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neal..."
Whoever's on the microphone let it be known You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this Binary Star, Reality Check.
Strange old Thread . . I wonder if there are any updates "Powerful IMPACT . . BOOM FROM THE CANNON" - Busta Rocket River
I think most avid hip hop fans are familiar with most of the classics. I think it would be a bit more challenging to try and find a catchy verse from a modern day artist; you don't want to reinforce the perception that substantive rap music is dead, do you?
I'll go a little unconventional here and quote Mr. "Raps Happy:" LOST When you a slave to the biz Wit no care for the cost of what you sayin to kids FOUND Is when ya lyrics are a test of time And your mom hears that your spirit is blessed, divine LOST Is when you rhyme til your throat gets sore But you don't even believe what you say no more FOUND Is when you bleed heart into the mic And the pain you sustain it can change a life LOST Is when you hide behind the freedom of speech While sure you're free to do it But what it mean to do it Did you mean to do it Did you need to do it Did you take time to think about the seeds you ruined FOUND Is ESCO, dead PREZ and them FOUND Is Lauren Hill FOUND Is Rakim FOUND Can be you if you felt the message and ask yourself this questioin [CHORUS] Why should I try to sound like ya'll sound That's what's wrong wit the rap game right now Why should I try to flow the way ya'll flow Or do a show like ya'll show Naw that ain't where my head at now Ya'll in the hip hop lost and found Man, that's wrong with the rap game right now It's like a circus wit a bunch of clowns Wit a bunch of clicks I'll probably rap circles around --Will Smith, "Lost and Found" 3rd Verse
Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know That I won't fly by that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought me And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level they can't Stop me or drop me ***** they got me f**k naw Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down So quick to test bullet yes declare war Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror For what the did it all pause for the cause and I Fin to pull a nine or pistol little ***** wit mine f**k dem *****s it's on All y'all fall Bizzy gettin b****es test me bless the floor In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets Deep in the leaves I'm alone ***** believe That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland
Most underrated lyricist and hip-hop artists ever: DMX Just a few of his gems: DMX - "Look Thru my Eyes" For the same reason that fate, chose to give me away Take away hate, now I'm supposed to love the one that cursed me The one that wouldn't give me a cup of water when I was thirsty It was always his versus me, but now I gotta teach him Personal feelings put aside, cuz now I gotta reach him What I'd like to do is turn my head, like I don't know him But it seems like I've been called on to show him So I'ma show him And if you never met me, then you've no right to judge me I've got a good heart but this heart can get ugly DMX - "Let Me Fly" I sold my soul to the devil, and the price was cheap A yo it's cold on this level cause it's twice as deep But you don't hear me, ignorance is blisning and so on Sometimes it's better to be taught dumb Shall I go on You don't want no real, what the deal is a mystery How is it I can live and make history If you don't see it then it, wasn't ment for you to see If you wasn't born wit' it then, it wasn't ment for you to be But you can't blame me for not wantin' to be hound lock down in a cell wit' a soul gettin' dwelled This is hell, go get the devil and get me the key but can't be worst than the curse that was given ta me It's what I live for, you take away that and I'm gone There's a difference between, doin' wrong and being wrong and that ain't right Just keep it fair baby Put me in the year, and I'll take it there baby DMX - "The Convo" You tell me that there's love here. But to me it's blatant. Nothin' but all the blood here. I'm dealin with Satan. Plus with all the hatin' it's hard to keep peace. (uh huh) Thou shall not steal, but I will to eat. I tried doin' good, but good's not too good for me. Misunderstood, why you chose the hood for me. Mean I'm aiight, I just had to work hard at it. Went to gran'ma for answers, she told me that god had it. So now here I am, confused and full of questions. Am I born to lose, or is this just a lesson. And who it's goin' choose when it gets turned around. And will it be layin' in my own blood and on the ground. Put down the guns and write a new rhyme. You'll get it all in due time. You'll do fine. Just have faith cuz you mine. (uh huh) And when you shine it's goin' be a sight to behold. So don't fight to be old, or lose sight when it's cold. See that light down the road, it's goin' guide you there Two sets of footsteps, I was right beside you there. But what about them times I only saw one. Those were the times that I was under the gun, It was then I carried you my son. Led you to safety. It just wasn't your time to face me. (uh huh) Ayo a few of them times I thought you would erase me. But all you did was embrace me. Prepared me for the worst. Offered me eternal light, and scared me with the hearse. And the curse turned to grace. When the hurt turned to faith. No more runnin', (uh huh) and slidin' in the dirt cuz I'm safe.
now if i died to night, would you cry for me would you get high for me and if you now who did the deed would you ride for me, or did you squeez the shot jelous cause i put hustle to the fullest makin it hard for you to bleed the block.- one thug-z-ro, just one of the many dope lyrics this man puts out probally the best lyricist out right now and nobody gives him credit and hes from are very own houston
Z-ro is one of the ugliest people ever. All white boys love DMX. and these are my 2 favorite Rap verses/quotes ever. Starin' at the world through my rearview - Tupac Amaru Shakur Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops *****z is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies feed when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my *****z in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug ***** rollin with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) [repeat 2X] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my mother****ers Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a ***** so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection *****z hate me in the section from years of chin checkin Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya Talk to my guns like they fly b****es All you bustas best to run look at my b****es Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true Still starin at the world through my rearview (Spoken) Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin The world, the world is behind us Once a mother****er get an understanding on the game and what the levels and the rules of the game is Then the world ain't no trick no more The world is a game to be played So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us *****z know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it It's all about the papers, money rule the world b****es make the world go round Real *****z do they wanna do, b**** *****z do what they can't Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be It ain't hard to Tell - Nasir Jones It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's death I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin Cause in my physical, I can express throuh song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Nas, stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el Inhale from the L, school a fool well, you feel it like braille It ain't hard to tell, I kick the skill like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills I'm Ill plus Matic, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek Jam like a tech with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabatoge me I leave em froze like her-on in your nose Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, *****z is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stallone in Cobra Packin like a rasta in the weed spot Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdropT Though they need not to sneak My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas's raps should be locked in a cell It ain't hard to tell
