Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills because they not
MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same
I sick of that fake thug, R & B, rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance?
A Beamer, a necklace or freedom?
[Verse 2: Talib]
We keeping it gangster say "fo shizzle", "fo sheezy" and "stayin crunk"
Its easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk
Yo, our activism attackin the system, the blacks and latins in prison
Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision
Shit and all they got is rappin to listen to
I let them know we missin you, the love is unconditional
Even when the condition is critical, when the livin is miserable
Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin you
Now, why would I lie? Just to get by?
Just to get by, we get fly
The TV got us reachin for stars
Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin for parts
Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers
Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father
They need somethin to rely on, we get high on all types of drug
When, all you really need is love
To get by.. just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Parents sing like John Lennon, "Imagine all the people watch"
We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop
[Chorus: Background singers]
This morning, I woke up
Feeling brand new I jumped up
Feeling my high's, and my low's
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking
But I've been thinking - I've got my reasons
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Now I don't push a Lex
Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next
All, these so called players up in the rap game
Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine
It used to be LaToya and, jim hats
But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks
Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow
But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello
Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo
Never received currency for moving a kilo
Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow
I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo
Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's
Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints
Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth
Tight case for the DA from here to down South
Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth
You're a player but only because you be playin yourself
Anatomy of school shooting[Verse 1]
The anatomy of a school shooting, shotgun under my trenchcoat
Columbiners did it, dead spoke - bloodred soaked
My mind consume the doom as I walk through the school
15 people killed and over 14 wounded
My name is Eric Harris, I was forever harrased, an outcast
You fuck with us and now me and Dylan is pulling out gats
I've been wantin to murder people
Suicide is played out, if you gonna die, take people with you
We've been planning this before the kids from Jonesboro did it
And I wanted the world to know when people died why we did it
I even killed myself but don't feel sorry for me
Feel sorry for your seads as we spread the diesease
Another bloodbath coming soon to a school near you
Smalltown killing-spree that's organized by the youth
Fuck the media, them fags be disguising the truth
Dragging my name through the mud when televizing the news
A bunch of ticking timebombs y'all, is more like me
Overflowin with hate, bullied to get raw like me
They constantly get picked on and shitted on like me
You'd probably get your head blown off by a kid like me
I put my mind to it and what I accomplish's frightening
The right thing, no matter what you idiots might think
Check it, I did that shit so idiots might think
This ain't a game, the nerds that you be fuckin with might flip
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's like this, what's more fun than slice wrist?
Kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids
You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did
This is the anatomy of a school shooting
[Verse 2]
I see dead people, it isn't my fault that they were evil
Fuck a favorite I hate everybody equal
Bitch I warned y'all, didn't I?
Now everybody wanna talk shit and cry asking why
- Two geeks picked up guns and turned murderous
All of y'all under beneath me you don't deserve to live
Two nerdy kids is that a crime?
why I've gotta be one of the cool kids just to walk by
- without being tripped, thrown down on the ground and kicked
Insulting me for no reason, I was treated like shit
The teachers let it happen
I've even seen some of them teachers laughing
That's why I had a smile on my face when I started blastin
I wasn't crazy - all of y'all were sick
I was the nicest person in the world - y'all were dicks
Don't even try to analyze me now you have no chance, back then
- maybe you could've been my friend
Long arm of the law[Chorus:] Yo, when the long arm of the law
Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
Breaking you down, smashing you (smashing you)
[Promoe]
On the concrete, you find out you can't compete
With the number one thief on the street
I tried to tell you that back, on the biggest hustle track
It's OK to sell crack, if the cops got your back
And they certainly will, if they're on your payoff
They know that if they fuck around, they're getting laid off
and since to cops, just like the average citizen, a clean conscience
compared to a steady income, that's nonsense
That's why I stay getting busted for bullshit charges
More than one time, one time, came around
This fuck went down
När ja å Tommy var i Burlöv, du kommer ihåg, eller hur bög?
-Jorå schlook, vi hade just fotat pieces
Now we're getting fucked by the long dick of the law
Inflict social diseases cause they use no protection
Judge slam the hammer, D.A. got an erection
Wouldn't even give me a public defender
For such a small case, not paying on the trains
Still they wanna four thousand crownors, from my bank account
I thought that was a too big amount
But the judge didn't had no sympathy on me
All on his mind, a conviction or are fine, like Junior Reeves
But I wasn't fighting -No war (no waaar)
Still they wanna send a mailman with a ticket to mi door -ah to mi doooor
I was only trying to make a wholecar -A wholecar
The Bigfoot beast wanna arrest dej, and put you behind bars -In just a blur,
in just a blur
Free mumia abu jamal
Chorus: Yo, when the long arm of the law
Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
Breaking you down, smashing you
Yo, when the long arm of the law
Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
Breaking you down, smashing you
[Supreme]
Asking you "what", "why", "when"
And "Where at were you?"
"And with whom", so you is innocent till proved (yea,yea)
They're in the wrong mood, you're in the wrong goove
Or you might look kinnda rude, eatherways you're getting screwed
Told what not to do, how to improve the system
By not making moves, not questioning rules
Not being concerned with, who's getting beat and bruised
Who's being abused, well well
I got news for those who belive the police doing their work right
My man from back home, killed this kid in a fight
Had to do social-work, he got arrested a few times
But never had to do time, never paid no fines
This other cat, he goes trace, with official failance
Which equals, he lost some money for the government
They couldn't prove his guilt, as he stood in silence
But since that crime was economical
They bet every law and paragraph, they could find to lock him up
Now what does that teach us? -They don't give a fuck
If you hurt flesh and blood that don't cross nothing
But you'll get like twelve months for material destruction
Yo, that's disgusting
So when the long arm of the law try to get it's grip
Pull your middle finger and split
(yo, split)
[Chorus:] Yo, when the long arm of the law
Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
Breaking you down, smashing you
[Cos.m.i.c]
It's like this, I'm opressed by the whole system
That's why I diss 'em, no fake ass-kissing
Yo listen, recently I had to pay a visit
To Malmoe courthouse, two-thousand crowns if I miss this, so skip it
I went down there to be confronted
I denied the whole scenario, said I couldn't have done it
9:30 in the morning, met my lawyer
he said it looks kinnda bad, they got witnesses and all that
FUCK THAT
I still fill like I am innocent
You think I wrote BIF on McD without a reason? (whoa?)
Yo, I'm stuck, it's like David versus Goliath
A lonely man, versus the corruption of alliance
Don't expect silence though, I make noise till ya ears bleed
And make you all scrap paint until I stop breath
Belive me, I know the time when it's on
Cosmic, lyricly I rock in Babylon
-But yo Cos, what happened at that trial incident?
You know the same old song
They find my story insufficient, mistreated, defeated and mentally harassed
An outcast, who's down for punishment at last
Yo, ya, wa, check
[Chorus:] Yo, when the long arm of the law
Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
Breaking you down, smashing you
Gouvernment taxing you, turning backs on you
If you got the wrong sex, and the wrong accent too
The wrong attitude, living on the wrong latitude
Still they want your ass to show gratitude
You get the wake up call
When you saw the buildings fall
Bowties with the final call
Get ya money dollar bill yall
Bowties with the final calls
Get ya money dollar bill yall
To my folks on the picket line
Dont stop til you change dey mind
I got luv fo' my folks
Baptized when the levy broke
We gone keep marchin' on
Until you hear dat freedom song
And if you think about turning back
I got the shotgun on ya back
And if you think about turning back
I got the shot gun on ya back
deichkind - luftbahn:
Wir fahren mit der Luftbahn durch die Nacht
Der Mond scheint nur für uns
Gleich haben wir es geschafft
Und all die Probleme auf der Erde
Liegen für uns in weiter Ferne
Wir fahren mit der Luftbahn durch die Nacht
Wo der Sternenhimmel für uns lacht
Und all die Probleme auf der Erde
Liegen für uns in weiter Ferne
Linkin Park - Step up:
Watch as the room rocks
Mentally moonwalk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box verbal violence
Lyrical stylist
In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish
You cant tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesnt make you an MC
With your lack of skill and facility
Youre killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
Youre not an emcee if someone else writes your lines
And rapping over rock doesnt make you a pioneer
Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years
But now theyre getting randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up? None of its real
You want to be an emcee youve got to study the skill.
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step up.
Massive Töne - Traumreise:
Ich hab kein Cent ich bin blank
Hab kein Geld auf der Bank
Ich bin total abgebrannt
doch ich nehm’ deine Hand
und ich mach mit dir ?ne Traumreise
indem ich den Globus dreh
und mit dem Finger drauf zeige
K.I.Z. - freiwild
Ich schieß’ dir auf die Füße, es läuft twist and shout
In diesen Club kannst du reinkommen, aber nicht mehr raus
Schreib dein Text in 10 Minuten, es wirkt eher wie 5
Ich verbreite Scheiße über dich, ganz egal ob es stimmt
Hauptsache es stinkt, du bist kein Pimp
Nur weil sich deine Frau wie eine Nutte schminkt
Du bist meine neue An- und Ausziehpuppe
Kauf dir mal was Neues zum ausziehen, Nutte
Baut bitte die Twin Towers wieder auf
Fürs Video, reiße ich sie wieder aus
Sobald die U-Bahn Tür zu ist, willst du jeden hier abstechen
Ich brauche kein Messer, du kriegst Seitenstiche beim rappen
Es gibt nur die Nummer 1 in meinem Team
Craft, Euro, Tarek, Maxim
Renn um dein Leben, K.I.Z. mit der Schreckschuss
Kommt mit der U-Bahn und geht mit dem Lexus
Ich zermarter mein Gehirn mit Fragen,
schon seit Tagen
ach seit Wochen hatten wir uns nicht mal irgendwas versprochen
man alles ist zerbrochen,
zersplittert in tausend Teile
noch eine kleine Weile
länger und wir hätten es geschafft
mir fehlt die Kraft
die ich brauche für mein Herz damit es schlägt
du hast davon mehr rausgerissen als mein Körper verträgt
es geht nach unten alles was ich noch empfinde ist Trauer
wenn ich allein gelassen und verletzt in einer Ecke kauer
ich bin müde doch kann nicht schlafen bei den Gedanken die ich habe
du Fotze die Welt hat jetzt nur noch eine Farbe
Und das ist schwarz in den tiefen meines wimmernden, von Narben übersäten,
aufgeschlitzten Inneren, wenn ich in meinem Zimmer bin
denk ich ernsthaft daran mit beiden
Händen gleichzeitig die Pulsadern aufzuschneiden
das blut mit den Händen an den Wänden zu verteilen
dein Namen auszuschreiben um der Welt mitzuteilen
wie groß mein Hass ist der passt nicht mal auf LP
ich sitz alleine da und pump mich voll mit LSD
ich bin so durch ich mach das H nicht mal warm
reiß mit den Zähnen die Venen auf und streu es auf den Arm
es gibt warme pumpen ganze Klumpen durch das Blut
das Hero macht nicht high aber steigert meine Wut
jetzt hast du was du willst Bitch willst du hörn wie ich schreie
oder zusehen wie ich mir Nägel in die Augen treibe
dafür das ich so blind war ich bet du kriegst Kinder
stirbst bei der Geburt und die Bälger sind behindert!
Wie konnte ich dich lieben und wie konnte ich es sagen?
Jeden Monat wünsch ich mir du verblutest an deinen Tagen!
Du Hure! Das du existierst ist falsch
jede Nacht seh ich das Bild meine Hände an deinem Hals
Die ersten Zeilen die ich schreibe reißen dich in tausend Teile
Bitch ich bins der gleiche der immer da war wenn du geweint hast
wenn es dir schlecht ging Bitch war ich an deiner Seite
ich hoffe du kriegst AIDS und krepierst auch an der Scheiße
ich hasse dich so stark das ich oft nächtelang weine
das du weg bist ist egal doch der Scheiß ich bin alleine
mit mir selbst und meiner Wut Missgeburt friss Kot
stell dir vor ich schneid mir die Venen denn der Schmerz tut so gut
ich schmiere mein Blut über dein Gesicht auf den Fotos
deine Naivität war echt süß, doch langsam find ichs trostlos
Bitch du warst für alle da ich blieb immer auf der Strecke
darauf manifestiert sich nur ein Wille Bitch verrecke
ich sitz zitternd in der Ecke mit tiefstem Hass und meinem Gedanken
ich wünschte du wärst hier und könntest sehn wie krank ich bin
mit der Pumpgun an meinem Kinn, lieber Gott öffne die Pforten
ich töte mich doch nur damit ich an einem bessren Ort bin
ich nehme kein Blatt vor den Mund alles was ich sag ist Wahrheit pur
ich werd dir nie verzeihen nimm diesen Track hier als mein Schwur
die vielen Versprechen ewige Liebe Bitch du hast gelogen
jetzt willst du meine Freundschaft doch der Teufel soll dich holen
ich will dich lieber tot sehn man wie konnte ich dich lieben
wir sind doch von Grund auf verschieden ich voll Hass und du voll falschem Frieden
ich bin nicht verrückt egal wenn doch scheiße was soll ich machen
du weisst nicht annähernd wie es ist einen Menschen plötzlich so zu hassen
Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch
Aiyyo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks run
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
I'm sliming pills or roaches, we sprayed and disinfects
and twist the necks of rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of narration
Hit's a snare and bass in a track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...
I'm Infinite
Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite
Verse 2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense
I got some meat to mince, some fruit to stomp,and then two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the only one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator
There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My a capella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite
Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite
Verse 3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all responsibility
Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical
I get cynical, act a fool, then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather let a tractical, tactful, track tickle your fancy
In fact I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam
Plus the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit
I'm tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm Infinite
Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite
And together we,
Will forever be
High Fidelity
Definitely
Switching the melody
Can it be the brothers that you rarely see
They got together for the better
Whether him or me
And together we,
Will forever be
High Fidelity
Definitely
Switching the melody
Can it be the brothers that you rarely see
They got together for the better
Whether him or me
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die
Straight outta highschool he didn't know what to do
Wanted to go to college but no money was nothin' new
Wanted to get away go see the world and do somethin' new
He got approached in the mall by the army recruit
Told him "If you wanna go to school we got money too,
Sign up at eighteen you be you when you twenty-two"
He joined the army airborne got his uniform went to bootcamp got some
discipline Iraq is where they shipped him
He's in the mission where bullets flyin' and missin him
Wishin' he was a kid again with his family in Michigan
In the midst of fightin' militiamen, one round took down six of them
He ain't really a killa though, takin' a lotta risks
This is what a poor person do for a scholarship
He turned around and got a face full of hollow-tips
But don't be mad, he died for the flag
Why am i dying to live , if im living to die !! <<<
2pac ft Biggie - Runnin ( Dying to live )
OR
When i die fuck it i wanna go to hell
Cause im a piece of shit it aint to hard to fuckin tell
It dont make sense goin to heaven with the goodie goodies dressed in white
"Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart attack
It wasn't really that ill until the start of crack."
"Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks."
"Lumières oranges qui s'allument, cheminées qui fument
Parties de foot improvisées sur le bitume
Golf, VR6, pneus qui crissent
Silence brisé par les sirènes de police"
"polo facconable, survetement minable
Mère au trait de caractère admirable
Chichon bidon, histoire de prison
Stupide divisions Amas de tison
Clichés d'Orient, cuisine au piment,
Jolis noms d'arbres pour des bâtiments dans la forêt de ciment,
Désert du midi, soleil écrasant,
Vie la nuit, pendant le mois de Ramadan.
Pas de distraction, se créer un peu d'action.
Jeu de dés, de contrée, paris d'argent, méchante attraction,
Rires ininterrompus, arrestations impromptues,
Maires d'arrondissement corrompus."
Ihr wollt mein Album, und das ist jetzt der Anfang ihr Ficker
Der Anfang vom Gewitter, Blitze, Donner, Hagel und Winter
Nach diesem Album kann dann keiner mehr was sagen, ihr Spinner
Denn es macht einfach alles klar, wie ein Vater für die Kinder
Das ist nichts, was Du runterlädst und brennst,
Ich bin Chakuza Renegade, der niemals untergeht und kämpft
Willst du unentwegt nur Stress, heißt es Schwuchtel gegen Stenz
Du bist schon so lange im Game, dass du Methusalem noch kennst
Junge, first Round Knock Out
Und ich bin so mörderisch stolz drauf, wie ein Förster auf sein Holzhaus
Ich bin so stolz, nenn mich Spartakus des Raps
Und Du wolltest noch was sagen, doch die Atemluft ist weg
Ja, und ihr kommt aus dem Staunen nicht raus, ihr HipHop-Vögel
Denn dieser Shit pickt Euch die Augen aus wie Hitchcocks Vögel
Jetzt ist das Ungeheuer wach, guck da der Drache bricht aus
Und mein Atem ist aus Feuer, Asche und Staub
Es gibt nur geradeaus, und nicht links oder rechts
Und ihr Spinner hängt euch auf, auf Skills, Flow und Rap
Ich bin real, true und echt, und die Jeans sind figurbetont
Das ist kein Spiel, das ist Beatlefield, Du Hurensohn!
2. this isn´t funny....words are able to hurt feelings! always remember that!
Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills because they not
MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same
I sick of that fake thug, R & B, rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance?
A Beamer, a necklace or freedom?
Dead Prez - Hip Hop
Booba
We keeping it gangster say "fo shizzle", "fo sheezy" and "stayin crunk"
Its easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk
Yo, our activism attackin the system, the blacks and latins in prison
Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision
Shit and all they got is rappin to listen to
I let them know we missin you, the love is unconditional
Even when the condition is critical, when the livin is miserable
Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin you
Now, why would I lie? Just to get by?
Just to get by, we get fly
The TV got us reachin for stars
Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin for parts
Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers
Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father
They need somethin to rely on, we get high on all types of drug
When, all you really need is love
To get by.. just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Parents sing like John Lennon, "Imagine all the people watch"
We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop
[Chorus: Background singers]
This morning, I woke up
Feeling brand new I jumped up
Feeling my high's, and my low's
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking
But I've been thinking - I've got my reasons
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Talib Kweli - Get By
Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next
All, these so called players up in the rap game
Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine
It used to be LaToya and, jim hats
But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks
Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow
But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello
Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo
Never received currency for moving a kilo
Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow
I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo
Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's
Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints
Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth
Tight case for the DA from here to down South
Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth
You're a player but only because you be playin yourself
Jeru Damaja : Playin yaself
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_7FVAz02F0
The anatomy of a school shooting, shotgun under my trenchcoat
Columbiners did it, dead spoke - bloodred soaked
My mind consume the doom as I walk through the school
15 people killed and over 14 wounded
My name is Eric Harris, I was forever harrased, an outcast
You fuck with us and now me and Dylan is pulling out gats
I've been wantin to murder people
Suicide is played out, if you gonna die, take people with you
We've been planning this before the kids from Jonesboro did it
And I wanted the world to know when people died why we did it
I even killed myself but don't feel sorry for me
Feel sorry for your seads as we spread the diesease
Another bloodbath coming soon to a school near you
Smalltown killing-spree that's organized by the youth
Fuck the media, them fags be disguising the truth
Dragging my name through the mud when televizing the news
A bunch of ticking timebombs y'all, is more like me
Overflowin with hate, bullied to get raw like me
They constantly get picked on and shitted on like me
You'd probably get your head blown off by a kid like me
I put my mind to it and what I accomplish's frightening
The right thing, no matter what you idiots might think
Check it, I did that shit so idiots might think
This ain't a game, the nerds that you be fuckin with might flip
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's like this, what's more fun than slice wrist?
Kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids
You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did
This is the anatomy of a school shooting
[Verse 2]
I see dead people, it isn't my fault that they were evil
Fuck a favorite I hate everybody equal
Bitch I warned y'all, didn't I?
Now everybody wanna talk shit and cry asking why
- Two geeks picked up guns and turned murderous
All of y'all under beneath me you don't deserve to live
Two nerdy kids is that a crime?
why I've gotta be one of the cool kids just to walk by
- without being tripped, thrown down on the ground and kicked
Insulting me for no reason, I was treated like shit
The teachers let it happen
I've even seen some of them teachers laughing
That's why I had a smile on my face when I started blastin
I wasn't crazy - all of y'all were sick
I was the nicest person in the world - y'all were dicks
Don't even try to analyze me now you have no chance, back then
- maybe you could've been my friend
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqScOIKDmUQ
&
Long arm of the law[Chorus:] Yo, when the long arm of the law
Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
Breaking you down, smashing you (smashing you)
[Promoe]
On the concrete, you find out you can't compete
With the number one thief on the street
I tried to tell you that back, on the biggest hustle track
It's OK to sell crack, if the cops got your back
And they certainly will, if they're on your payoff
They know that if they fuck around, they're getting laid off
and since to cops, just like the average citizen, a clean conscience
compared to a steady income, that's nonsense
That's why I stay getting busted for bullshit charges
More than one time, one time, came around
This fuck went down
När ja å Tommy var i Burlöv, du kommer ihåg, eller hur bög?
-Jorå schlook, vi hade just fotat pieces
Now we're getting fucked by the long dick of the law
Inflict social diseases cause they use no protection
Judge slam the hammer, D.A. got an erection
Wouldn't even give me a public defender
For such a small case, not paying on the trains
Still they wanna four thousand crownors, from my bank account
I thought that was a too big amount
But the judge didn't had no sympathy on me
All on his mind, a conviction or are fine, like Junior Reeves
But I wasn't fighting -No war (no waaar)
Still they wanna send a mailman with a ticket to mi door -ah to mi doooor
I was only trying to make a wholecar -A wholecar
The Bigfoot beast wanna arrest dej, and put you behind bars -In just a blur,
in just a blur
Free mumia abu jamal
Chorus: Yo, when the long arm of the law
Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
Breaking you down, smashing you
Yo, when the long arm of the law
Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
Breaking you down, smashing you
[Supreme]
Asking you "what", "why", "when"
And "Where at were you?"
"And with whom", so you is innocent till proved (yea,yea)
They're in the wrong mood, you're in the wrong goove
Or you might look kinnda rude, eatherways you're getting screwed
Told what not to do, how to improve the system
By not making moves, not questioning rules
Not being concerned with, who's getting beat and bruised
Who's being abused, well well
I got news for those who belive the police doing their work right
My man from back home, killed this kid in a fight
Had to do social-work, he got arrested a few times
But never had to do time, never paid no fines
This other cat, he goes trace, with official failance
Which equals, he lost some money for the government
They couldn't prove his guilt, as he stood in silence
But since that crime was economical
They bet every law and paragraph, they could find to lock him up
Now what does that teach us? -They don't give a fuck
If you hurt flesh and blood that don't cross nothing
But you'll get like twelve months for material destruction
Yo, that's disgusting
So when the long arm of the law try to get it's grip
Pull your middle finger and split
(yo, split)
[Chorus:] Yo, when the long arm of the law
Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
Breaking you down, smashing you
[Cos.m.i.c]
It's like this, I'm opressed by the whole system
That's why I diss 'em, no fake ass-kissing
Yo listen, recently I had to pay a visit
To Malmoe courthouse, two-thousand crowns if I miss this, so skip it
I went down there to be confronted
I denied the whole scenario, said I couldn't have done it
9:30 in the morning, met my lawyer
he said it looks kinnda bad, they got witnesses and all that
FUCK THAT
I still fill like I am innocent
You think I wrote BIF on McD without a reason? (whoa?)
Yo, I'm stuck, it's like David versus Goliath
A lonely man, versus the corruption of alliance
Don't expect silence though, I make noise till ya ears bleed
And make you all scrap paint until I stop breath
Belive me, I know the time when it's on
Cosmic, lyricly I rock in Babylon
-But yo Cos, what happened at that trial incident?
You know the same old song
They find my story insufficient, mistreated, defeated and mentally harassed
An outcast, who's down for punishment at last
Yo, ya, wa, check
[Chorus:] Yo, when the long arm of the law
Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
Breaking you down, smashing you
Gouvernment taxing you, turning backs on you
If you got the wrong sex, and the wrong accent too
The wrong attitude, living on the wrong latitude
Still they want your ass to show gratitude
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1mvEA1T7ZI
thought I'm the only one familiar with looptroop :o)
When you saw the buildings fall
Bowties with the final call
Get ya money dollar bill yall
Bowties with the final calls
Get ya money dollar bill yall
To my folks on the picket line
Dont stop til you change dey mind
I got luv fo' my folks
Baptized when the levy broke
We gone keep marchin' on
Until you hear dat freedom song
And if you think about turning back
I got the shotgun on ya back
And if you think about turning back
I got the shot gun on ya back
Erykah Badu - Soldier
not rap tho
+ this: Livin' revolutionary, nothin' less than legendary.
+ 2Pac & Biggie Smallz , lots of songs are awesome
on repeat.
all
fucking
day
long
ps. look how pretty my finger nail is
olete noobid
lasen ringi wallhackiga ja kasutan aimbotti
...
Matias
Iron
Squall
Lepari
olBaa
mikza
Xpaz
:DD
But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
:< :!
Wir fahren mit der Luftbahn durch die Nacht
Der Mond scheint nur für uns
Gleich haben wir es geschafft
Und all die Probleme auf der Erde
Liegen für uns in weiter Ferne
Wir fahren mit der Luftbahn durch die Nacht
Wo der Sternenhimmel für uns lacht
Und all die Probleme auf der Erde
Liegen für uns in weiter Ferne
Linkin Park - Step up:
Watch as the room rocks
Mentally moonwalk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box verbal violence
Lyrical stylist
In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish
You cant tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesnt make you an MC
With your lack of skill and facility
Youre killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
Youre not an emcee if someone else writes your lines
And rapping over rock doesnt make you a pioneer
Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years
But now theyre getting randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up? None of its real
You want to be an emcee youve got to study the skill.
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step up.
Massive Töne - Traumreise:
Ich hab kein Cent ich bin blank
Hab kein Geld auf der Bank
Ich bin total abgebrannt
doch ich nehm’ deine Hand
und ich mach mit dir ?ne Traumreise
indem ich den Globus dreh
und mit dem Finger drauf zeige
K.I.Z. - freiwild
Ich schieß’ dir auf die Füße, es läuft twist and shout
In diesen Club kannst du reinkommen, aber nicht mehr raus
Schreib dein Text in 10 Minuten, es wirkt eher wie 5
Ich verbreite Scheiße über dich, ganz egal ob es stimmt
Hauptsache es stinkt, du bist kein Pimp
Nur weil sich deine Frau wie eine Nutte schminkt
Du bist meine neue An- und Ausziehpuppe
Kauf dir mal was Neues zum ausziehen, Nutte
Baut bitte die Twin Towers wieder auf
Fürs Video, reiße ich sie wieder aus
Sobald die U-Bahn Tür zu ist, willst du jeden hier abstechen
Ich brauche kein Messer, du kriegst Seitenstiche beim rappen
Es gibt nur die Nummer 1 in meinem Team
Craft, Euro, Tarek, Maxim
Renn um dein Leben, K.I.Z. mit der Schreckschuss
Kommt mit der U-Bahn und geht mit dem Lexus
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTUUxudXvKs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eG-brC_NGNU
schon seit Tagen
ach seit Wochen hatten wir uns nicht mal irgendwas versprochen
man alles ist zerbrochen,
zersplittert in tausend Teile
noch eine kleine Weile
länger und wir hätten es geschafft
mir fehlt die Kraft
die ich brauche für mein Herz damit es schlägt
du hast davon mehr rausgerissen als mein Körper verträgt
es geht nach unten alles was ich noch empfinde ist Trauer
wenn ich allein gelassen und verletzt in einer Ecke kauer
ich bin müde doch kann nicht schlafen bei den Gedanken die ich habe
du Fotze die Welt hat jetzt nur noch eine Farbe
Und das ist schwarz in den tiefen meines wimmernden, von Narben übersäten,
aufgeschlitzten Inneren, wenn ich in meinem Zimmer bin
denk ich ernsthaft daran mit beiden
Händen gleichzeitig die Pulsadern aufzuschneiden
das blut mit den Händen an den Wänden zu verteilen
dein Namen auszuschreiben um der Welt mitzuteilen
wie groß mein Hass ist der passt nicht mal auf LP
ich sitz alleine da und pump mich voll mit LSD
ich bin so durch ich mach das H nicht mal warm
reiß mit den Zähnen die Venen auf und streu es auf den Arm
es gibt warme pumpen ganze Klumpen durch das Blut
das Hero macht nicht high aber steigert meine Wut
jetzt hast du was du willst Bitch willst du hörn wie ich schreie
oder zusehen wie ich mir Nägel in die Augen treibe
dafür das ich so blind war ich bet du kriegst Kinder
stirbst bei der Geburt und die Bälger sind behindert!
Wie konnte ich dich lieben und wie konnte ich es sagen?
Jeden Monat wünsch ich mir du verblutest an deinen Tagen!
Du Hure! Das du existierst ist falsch
jede Nacht seh ich das Bild meine Hände an deinem Hals
Die ersten Zeilen die ich schreibe reißen dich in tausend Teile
Bitch ich bins der gleiche der immer da war wenn du geweint hast
wenn es dir schlecht ging Bitch war ich an deiner Seite
ich hoffe du kriegst AIDS und krepierst auch an der Scheiße
ich hasse dich so stark das ich oft nächtelang weine
das du weg bist ist egal doch der Scheiß ich bin alleine
mit mir selbst und meiner Wut Missgeburt friss Kot
stell dir vor ich schneid mir die Venen denn der Schmerz tut so gut
ich schmiere mein Blut über dein Gesicht auf den Fotos
deine Naivität war echt süß, doch langsam find ichs trostlos
Bitch du warst für alle da ich blieb immer auf der Strecke
darauf manifestiert sich nur ein Wille Bitch verrecke
ich sitz zitternd in der Ecke mit tiefstem Hass und meinem Gedanken
ich wünschte du wärst hier und könntest sehn wie krank ich bin
mit der Pumpgun an meinem Kinn, lieber Gott öffne die Pforten
ich töte mich doch nur damit ich an einem bessren Ort bin
ich nehme kein Blatt vor den Mund alles was ich sag ist Wahrheit pur
ich werd dir nie verzeihen nimm diesen Track hier als mein Schwur
die vielen Versprechen ewige Liebe Bitch du hast gelogen
jetzt willst du meine Freundschaft doch der Teufel soll dich holen
ich will dich lieber tot sehn man wie konnte ich dich lieben
wir sind doch von Grund auf verschieden ich voll Hass und du voll falschem Frieden
ich bin nicht verrückt egal wenn doch scheiße was soll ich machen
du weisst nicht annähernd wie es ist einen Menschen plötzlich so zu hassen
Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch
To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks run
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
I'm sliming pills or roaches, we sprayed and disinfects
and twist the necks of rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of narration
Hit's a snare and bass in a track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...
I'm Infinite
Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite
Verse 2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense
I got some meat to mince, some fruit to stomp,and then two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the only one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator
There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My a capella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite
Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite
Verse 3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all responsibility
Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical
I get cynical, act a fool, then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather let a tractical, tactful, track tickle your fancy
In fact I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam
Plus the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit
I'm tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm Infinite
Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2ne2nZzqJ8
Will forever be
High Fidelity
Definitely
Switching the melody
Can it be the brothers that you rarely see
They got together for the better
Whether him or me
And together we,
Will forever be
High Fidelity
Definitely
Switching the melody
Can it be the brothers that you rarely see
They got together for the better
Whether him or me
check out
jurrassic5 imo the godfathers of hiphop
another song of em
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etpo-GWGam8
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCnqDvvZrcM
Wanted to go to college but no money was nothin' new
Wanted to get away go see the world and do somethin' new
He got approached in the mall by the army recruit
Told him "If you wanna go to school we got money too,
Sign up at eighteen you be you when you twenty-two"
He joined the army airborne got his uniform went to bootcamp got some
discipline Iraq is where they shipped him
He's in the mission where bullets flyin' and missin him
Wishin' he was a kid again with his family in Michigan
In the midst of fightin' militiamen, one round took down six of them
He ain't really a killa though, takin' a lotta risks
This is what a poor person do for a scholarship
He turned around and got a face full of hollow-tips
But don't be mad, he died for the flag
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_56YPH50bGI
2pac ft Biggie - Runnin ( Dying to live )
OR
When i die fuck it i wanna go to hell
Cause im a piece of shit it aint to hard to fuckin tell
It dont make sense goin to heaven with the goodie goodies dressed in white
Notorious B.I.G ft Bob Marley - Hold ya Head
i got 7 mack 11s, about 8 38s, 9 9s 10 mack 10s the shit never ends
good one idd
-MC Hammer
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter
but the eagles i got fire sixteen shots
i'm the messiah, recognise it
political prisoner, from the projects
the cold war's over but the world is still getting colder atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders
And I could always tell Kno was on some faggot shit
Like singin' Lil' Kim's parts during Magic Stick
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvbKxfATOSs
It wasn't really that ill until the start of crack."
"Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks."
"Lumières oranges qui s'allument, cheminées qui fument
Parties de foot improvisées sur le bitume
Golf, VR6, pneus qui crissent
Silence brisé par les sirènes de police"
Mère au trait de caractère admirable
Chichon bidon, histoire de prison
Stupide divisions Amas de tison
Clichés d'Orient, cuisine au piment,
Jolis noms d'arbres pour des bâtiments dans la forêt de ciment,
Désert du midi, soleil écrasant,
Vie la nuit, pendant le mois de Ramadan.
Pas de distraction, se créer un peu d'action.
Jeu de dés, de contrée, paris d'argent, méchante attraction,
Rires ininterrompus, arrestations impromptues,
Maires d'arrondissement corrompus."
MA GNI FIQUE
Chakuza - City Cobra - Intro
Ihr wollt mein Album, und das ist jetzt der Anfang ihr Ficker
Der Anfang vom Gewitter, Blitze, Donner, Hagel und Winter
Nach diesem Album kann dann keiner mehr was sagen, ihr Spinner
Denn es macht einfach alles klar, wie ein Vater für die Kinder
Das ist nichts, was Du runterlädst und brennst,
Ich bin Chakuza Renegade, der niemals untergeht und kämpft
Willst du unentwegt nur Stress, heißt es Schwuchtel gegen Stenz
Du bist schon so lange im Game, dass du Methusalem noch kennst
Junge, first Round Knock Out
Und ich bin so mörderisch stolz drauf, wie ein Förster auf sein Holzhaus
Ich bin so stolz, nenn mich Spartakus des Raps
Und Du wolltest noch was sagen, doch die Atemluft ist weg
Ja, und ihr kommt aus dem Staunen nicht raus, ihr HipHop-Vögel
Denn dieser Shit pickt Euch die Augen aus wie Hitchcocks Vögel
Jetzt ist das Ungeheuer wach, guck da der Drache bricht aus
Und mein Atem ist aus Feuer, Asche und Staub
Es gibt nur geradeaus, und nicht links oder rechts
Und ihr Spinner hängt euch auf, auf Skills, Flow und Rap
Ich bin real, true und echt, und die Jeans sind figurbetont
Das ist kein Spiel, das ist Beatlefield, Du Hurensohn!