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rap appreciation thread - Corile - 10-06-2016 Post with lyrics if possible. RE: rap appreciation thread - Tanakira Yukihara - 10-06-2016 This is for Chelsea Manning This is for Edward Snowden This is for all the Whistleblowers who we'll never know And this is for Anonymous This is for Avaaz The following lyrics are going to be particularly HAAA-AAA-AAA-AAA-AAR-shh How long before they're storing all of it? They know my lyrics before I've recorded them *****'s getting more and more Orwellian How long before they hoard everything? They know my Facebook wall messages They can read my e-mails and it's all effortless They know my porn preferences and dwarf fetishes But they don't know what the difference between laws and ethics is But know we've all found out what the F it is We better give them a lesson in etiquette You wanna heckle the Bolivian President You better give me some evidence It'd be evident if you were meddling In another government up in this web we're in So I'm sending this to the President You're setting a sickening precedent Said I'm sending this to the President You're setting a sickening precedent Oh now that I've written a threatening letter This kid is a dissident rebel We better get him on the list of significant threats With the rest of America If you love your country, your country should love you too But how can you trust someone who doesn't trust you? Prism is a prison and the prisoner's your mind Pulling out their pecker and they're pissing on your rights So let's take a leaf out of their hands And take a leak every opportunity we can If you love your country, your country should love you too But how can you trust someone who doesn't trust you? I'm watching you, watching me We're a drama scene But the chemistry's not there There's no Bonhomie Mr.Obama needs to heed the words of Romney Cause he's got binders full of everyone It's morally ***** [Hook] The clock strikes thirteen on the dot Another Whistleblower finds a little glowing spot Right between the eyes in the middle of his forehead For revealing lies his prize Is that he falls dead I'm watching you, watching me Watching you, watching me And between us there's a lot to see We'd probably rather not have leaked I'm watching you, watching me Wondering to what degree Your intercepts infringe my intellectual property [Hook] The clock strikes thirteen on the dot Another Whistleblower finds a little glowing spot Between the eyes in the middle of his forehead For revealing lies his prize Is that he falls dead Someone at the National Security Agency Could blatantly be paid a fee Create a breach to basically mean any shady people Are safe and free To take a peek Look I don't believe in Evil But I believe in greed or paranoia Power hungry, that's abusive Absolute power corrupts absolutely And I'll hammer that home 'til they have to shoot me I'd be happy to head down to the bookies And bet That they're getting a good look at my cookies They're up all night to get cookies They're up all night to get cookies They're up all night to get cookies They're up all night to get cookies And who took the cookies out the cookie jar If you can't see that, then you ain't looking far [Hook] The clock strikes thirteen on the dot Another Whistleblower finds a little glowing spot Right between the eyes in the middle of his forehead For revealing lies his prize Is that he falls dead When the NSA watches everything we say We got to make sure we say what we really need to say So hey there NSA How are you today? RE: rap appreciation thread - Shiki - 10-06-2016 RE: rap appreciation thread - Tanakira Yukihara - 10-06-2016 I wasn’t taught how to get a job but I can remember dissecting a frog I wasn’t taught how to pay tax but I know loads about Shakespeare's classics I was never taught how to vote they devoted that time to defining isotopes I wasn’t taught how to look after my health but mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell Never spent a lesson on current events instead I studied The Old American West I was never taught what laws there are. I was never taught what laws there are. Let me repeat - I was not taught the laws for the country I live in, but I know how Henry the VIII killed his women. Divorced beheaded died, divorced beheaded survived glad that’s in my head instead of financial advice I was shown the wavelengths of different hues of light but I was never taught my human rights Apparently there’s 30, do you know them? I don’t Why the hell can’t we both recite them by rote?! I know igneous, metamorphic and sedimentary rocks Yet I don’t know squat about trading stocks Or how money works at all - where does it come from? Who controls it? How does the thing that motivates the world function? not taught how to budget and disburse my earnings I was too busy rehearsing cursive. Didn’t learn how much it costs to raise a kid or what an affidavit is but I spent days on what the quadratic equation is negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4ac over 2a That’s insane, that’s absolutely insane. They made me learn that over basic first aid How to recognise the most deadly Mental disorders // or diseases with preventable causes // How to buy a house with a mortgage // if I could afford it ‘cause abstract maths was deemed more important than advice that would literally save thousands of lives but it’s cool, ‘cause now I could tell you if the number of unnecessary deaths caused by that choice was prime. Never taught present day practical medicines, but I was told what the ancient hippocratic method is “I’ve got a headache, the pain is ceaseless what should I take?” umm... maybe try some leeches? “Could we discuss domestic abuse and get the facts or how to help my depressed friend with their mental state?” Ummm... no but learn mental maths because “you won’t have a calculator with you every day!” They say it’s not the kids, the parents are the problem Then if you taught the kids to parent that’s the problem solved then! All this advice about using a condom but none for when you actually have a kid when you want one I’m only fluent in this language, for serious? The rest of the world speaks two, do you think I’m an idiot? They chose the solar over the political system So like a typical citizen now I don’t know what I’m voting on which policies exist, or how to make them change mais oui, je parle un peu de Francais So at 18, I was expected to elect a representative For a system I had never ever ever ever been presented with But I won’t take it I’ll tell everyone my childhood was wasted I’ll share it everywhere how I was “educated” And insist these pointless things #DontStayInSchool RE: rap appreciation thread - Venkman - 10-06-2016 Look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted. In one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs, But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down, The whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking how, everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow! Snap back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that Easy, no He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that but he's broke He's so sad that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo This whole rhapsody He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him [Hook:] You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go (go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime (yo) You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go (go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime (yo) (You better) The soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a new world order A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to postmortem It only grows harder, homie grows hotter He blows. It's all over. These hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose it's old partner, but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da da da [Hook] No more games, I'mma change what you call rage Tear this ***** roof off like two dogs caged I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher Best believe somebody's paying the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family 'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and it's getting even harder Trying to feed and water my seed, plus Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a primadonna Baby, mama drama's screaming on her Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's gotten me To the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot Success is my only ***** option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go it's my shot. Feet, fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got [Hook] You can do anything you set your mind to, man RE: rap appreciation thread - Corile - 10-06-2016 RE: rap appreciation thread - Mímir - 10-06-2016 Oh, my, God Becky, look at her butt It is so big, she looks like One of those rap guys' girlfriends. But, ya know, who understands those rap guys? They only talk to her, because, She looks like a total prostitute, 'kay? I mean, her butt, is just so big I can't believe it's just so round, it's like out there I mean gross, look She's just so, black I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung, want to pull up tough 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But with that butt you got makes (me so horny) Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin You say you want to get in my Benz? Well, use me, use me 'Cause you ain't that average groupie I've seen her dancin' To hell with romancin' She's sweat, wet, Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette I'm tired of magazines Sayin' flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back So, fellas (yeah) Fellas (yeah) Has your girlfriend got the butt? (hell yeah) Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it) Shake that healthy butt Baby got back RE: rap appreciation thread - Shentheman - 10-06-2016 Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits wear it. I’ve become a freak of nature all the kids stare at. Who walk around bumping RAW with the ***** blaring, saying ***** school and dropping out like a miscarriage. I’m embarrassed, and I’m ashamed I’ve played a part in this devilish game making your common sense perish. But I ain’t taking the full blame cause most of you chumps running around here ain’t never had strict parents. All of your brain cells rotting from weed. You feeling like if you ain’t got it your life’s not as complete. You having sex with every ***** body you see. With a past so dark, that Satan'd jump out of his seat. But still you out in these streets, thinking you hot as can be. Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep. Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean. While your favourite rappers like, yeah he got it from me. You’ve been brainwashed by a fake life that you used to living. When I say the word fun, what do you envision? Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew and chilling with clueless women you try and bang, bumping new edition. Is that all you think life really is? Well if so, then you’re a ***** idiot. I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it. Matter fact, you don’t even deserve a brain, GIVE ME IT. Do you even have any goals? Aside from bagging these hoes. And packing a bowl. Well let me guess, NO. You’re only in school because your parents make you go. When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros. Yo, society’s got you living for a whack cause. You’re a ***** adult with no skills at all. You don’t read any books or play ball. You don’t draw, you literally do nothing at all. Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits you don’t have, cause you idolize rappers that do. And all they say is, ‘I got money and it’s stacked to the roof’. And now you think that it’s gon’ magically just happen to you? How? Your lazy ass don’t commit to labour. You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two-minutes later. Then you complain about your life cause it ain’t getting catered. Now whoever tries to call you on your *****’s a hater. You want to succeed you have to try. Or one day you’ll get older and regret it all cause you can’t provide. Your friends are low-lives don’t act surprised. Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice. Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo. *****! That’s a ***** lie. You always talk about how every man’s fake and you can’t take it, and you want something real, shut up tramp, save it. Twice a week you put on your make-up and damn bracelets and head to the club, half naked with your ass shaking. Pulling a low-life ***** who claim he cash making. Till you let him hit and find out he works at a gas station. One of them niggas got you pregnant, and you can’t raise it. But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement. You want Romeo? Then act patient. And stop fronting, like he in the club, posting in the back waiting. It’s the club, where guys put on a new persona. After they get loaded with a few Coronas. They always shouting and wile out with habits that very few condone of. Then they look for beautiful, brainless ***** like you to bone ‘em. Then when they leave you, you cry and cry. Talking ‘bout, "Oh my god I can’t find a guy, I’ve spent so many years and I’ve tried and tried, why am I even on Earth? I should die." You want Romeo, you’re not worthy, you’re cock thirsty. You’re nasty and probably got Herpes. Sometimes the secret to find, is to stop searching. Try a new formula, cause your last one’s not working. The term ‘real *****’ is publicly used. And I need to know what it means, cause I’m ***** confused. Are you one? For always busting your tool, with nothing to lose, or something to prove, to homies up in your crew. Is it because you selling drugs to get loot And brag about how done been shot and stabbed, like it's fun to be you? But your life’s a struggle right, you just hustling through. Nah, you hamster ass *****, you just stuck in the loop. Man, why do black people got to be the only ones who can’t evolve. Cause you in the streets acting like a Neanderthal. It’s clear you can’t stand the law, you lost as an abandoned dog. And all you interested in is fighting, rapping and basketball. I can’t even ***** with you. Cause if we out in public you gon’ get caught stealing some ***** and get my ass in trouble too. You’ll get old and be nothing. Living life in these streets thugging, and starting ***** with anybody, mean mugging. Look at you, a real *****, thinking your life’s cool. Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you. Till you grabbed their heart and shoved a spear head right through. Then they regret it because it wasn’t the right move. Your real ***** talk seems bogus. A real ***** don’t brag about being real, as long as he knows it. And his future doesn’t seem hopeless. A real ***** stays out of jail, handles ***** and he keeps focused. So all you rappers whose soul is out on the wrong. You inspired the issue I wrote about in this song. You go to prowl on the young. Who roam around in the slums. See this is what happens when rap is overcrowded with bums. Hope the hour is long, when I’m rolling out with your tongue. The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong. All you menacing freaks, are only in this for cheese. And the mass controlled limit was breached, ***** Hip Hop. They only in it for cheese. And any eye witness can see, they purposely making the innocent weak. My existence on this planet’s for you, I ain’t only here to benefit me. Yo, we need to make a change while there’s still time. It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine. I can guide you if you feel blind. I just need you to be willing to journey into my Ill Mind. RE: rap appreciation thread - Corile - 10-06-2016 [Verse 1] Hype boys, hype boys, everyone's a killer Drug dealer with a nine mill-a That's not sensible, and I can sense the bull That's why these rappers couldn't see me coming If they were vaginas, with spectacles And I've got the testicles to testify the truth Half these rappers are only gangsters in the booth And they ain't never been to no Pen, they just hold one Me, I be no gangster, I'm just telling you the truth But I run up in the game like "Bang bang bang bang" That's why, that's why everybody keeps saying Have you heard Sway? He's "Nang nang nang nang" That guy that guy's heavy in the game And I've said: why buy this "Fe-Fi-Fo"? But them guys could never defeat my flow Sway, all the way from the U to the K Roll up with Bacardi in the tee-total Getting over the CDs I've sold in it I don’t want them to know that's the gold, innit? That's the goal, innit? Half the haters they ain't doing nothing with a mic but holdin' it, they slow with it So they could never bring the game into the new school I play too brutal Plus I’m out of control like a cross-eyed teacher’s pupil People down in England ain't all wild But some places in Britain ain't the place to raise your child Cos even the royal family ain't all smiles Cos everybody knows, Harry don't look like Charles See me, I've never been to court And I've never been on trial, boy Never been caught even though I've been around, boy What’s that thing in your hand? Put it down, boy Cos you're not a killer, you’re a sound boy [Hook x2] Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang [Verse 2] The pound is stronger than the dollar, holla Sway, I ran up in this game like a robber without a rubber And now I been around and I'm pro Won a couple of awards, now a round of applause And now I'm making Ps and I'm pleasing my people Not even a Jamiroquai hat could fit my ego ‘Nuff of these rappers ain’t real, they’re just rapping hype Why you shouting all the time? Don't you have a mic? Run up in the club like, be-ow, be-ow Bust two lyrics then, we out, we out Them boys talk too lee-oud, lee-oud But they puss like, meow, meow And they don't really want no war time This rap game is all mine It will never be your time, allow it, bruv, 'cos you're small time And I got more time, so settle down, boy Before I make you look like something like a clown, boy What's that thing in your hand? Put it down, boy Cos you're not a killa, you're a sound boy [Hook] [Verse 3] Are you a liar? If your reply is no, you're lying now Because we live in a lie And then we die and then we're lying down Look at my Adam's apple, it's not that my neck hurts No, no, it's just the truth is hard to swallow And you can see that I'm an expert So let, let me elaborate as I navigate, like a husky But trust me, the truth is, I wouldn't even trust me Many rely in religion, that doesn't make sense Cause that's considered a sin It is really no winning cause every one harbors a liar within them, it's just that we're different Being a bad liar is like having a bad lawyer As soon as they get caught they get the sentence uffed up A good liar's benevolent, with a memory like an elephant Intelligent, and knows exactly when to shhhhh Lies spread around like viruses, so how can I survive in this? Cause even the truth lies (where?) – in people's irises So how can I resist? I had to lie to write this verse Got my talent for twisting words Hence my title, I'm a "lie"ricist When you work the people don't want to leave alone Cause you gotta make money, you don't need the loan I'm a businessman underneath the foam But you lie to the people and lead them on You're not a bad boy, no, I got a bad boy flow Cos when in Rome you do what the Romans do Especially when all roads lead to Rome You need to stop pretending. Your mixtapes are still in boxes cause you don't have a fan in your bedroom What's that thing, in your hand? Put it down, boy Cause you're not a killa, you're a sound boy RE: rap appreciation thread - Ace Razgriz - 10-06-2016 3030 - Deltron 3030 [Intro] In the year three thousand and thirty everybody wants to be an MC In the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a DJ In the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a producer In the year three thousand and thirty Everybody want to tell ya the meaning of the music [Verse 1] I must appeal to you people with your faculties 'cause everybody else is gonna laugh at me People try to get over and take a crack at me The universe is one and I can see what rap can be glorious Put in the Smithsonian my podiums for holy hymns But you see who's controlling them ***** myself off 'cause of the egotistical mode I'm in No I can't slap you no five When you and your cutty is talkin' ***** about me outside People take pride in what they have no hand in Sorta like a phantom holographic handsome But deep inside he want to do what his man done Just because his peers jeer and and clown When you're six foot deep no one hears you now They say were not compatible like deers and cows and owls So many rules and regulations say you're not allowed [Hook] I'm caught in the grip of the city.. Madness (4X) (my rhyming shield deflects your puny rhymes) [Verse 2] If I had to describe the way I survive its like vice squeezin' The reason I'm black and still breathin' Heathens will breed heathens so Everybody's suspect I must check your ID 'cause you lookin' sheisty you might be intelligence Someone that Del's against Opposite or positive When I drop the law against nature be faithful Why should I hate you we ain't that different We may act different in some ways But we still grouped together like a *****' survey Sufferin' and ***** em all's the motto I'm trapped in a bottle My music's gettin' hollow That's what happens when humanity you follow Where every leak or info is hard to swallow Sell your Marlboros and car insurance Put niggas on the moon and can't pay your burdens I smoke herb and rock a turban Meditate on the world and whats occurrin' A lot of white boys like the style and copy Dig in something deeper and you'll peep that were not free It's not about the separation its about the population [Hook] I'm caught in the grip of the city.. Madness (4X) [Verse 3] Simple minded people always point the finger To bring it to a close as if life is their role, their path When all paths are intersections It depends on the persons perception When I'm mad as ***** you get shot And to some it's bad luck I believe you held something back for too long It grew strong And energy got its own will And people think they make music still But music is there with out you or me we just manipulate For better or worse so let it situate I get to make records and dough Paid out the ass hole And still seen as another face on the totem pole Conquer, my sponsors are monsters And everybody thinks that I'm on one I'm glad I love music and life 'cause it's easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight [Hook] I'm caught in the grip of the city.. Madness (4X) |