Most Powerful/Moving Rap Verses

[Lady Codone]

Just thinking about how mainstream rap has changed from a meaningful poetic artform (mostly) to a shell of it's former self (mostly)...but that's a different subject...

So on to the question: what rap verse or verses move you the most? By "move" you, I mean give you goosebumps, make your hair stand on end or take your breath away with their blunt honesty. The ultimate "Oh Snap". Can be any type of song from any period. I tend to be blown away most by political songs and diss tracks, but that's me.

(In no order):

*"Changes" by 2Pac--Verse 1
*"The Message" by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 5--Last Verse
*"Kim" by Eminem--Last Verse
*"If I Was President" by Wyclef--Rap Verse
*"Bin Laden (Remix) by Immortal Technique--Verse 1
*"Propaganda" by Dead Prez--Verse 2
*"Panther Power" by 2Pac--Verse 1

...so many more I'm sure I'll remember later. Feel free to quote lines too if u want.

 

[oneswtwld]

Big Boi - "General Patton"

Verse One:

"Get the south dick up out your mouth
What you talkin' 'bout
See we know everything you're about
So try another route
Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built
Pick on somebody your own size and fuck around; get kilt
But not like the kilt above the knees
BB will plant you niggas like seeds
Or fertilizer for the trees
Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene
Nigga take one for the team; now he's bleeding from the spleen
Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean
No blood splatter or evidence, long distance with a beam
We come in peace, while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons
Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed"


Verse 2:

""Speed it up" like ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast
Not a hobby, this my life
You disrespect it, that's your ass
As one half of the outkast return like ghost of Christmas past
It's the son of Chico Dusty
Must be West Savannah bad
Had to go to church on Sundays with Great Grandma and Granddad
Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn't have a path
If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track
Didn't say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was gettin' with me and 3Stax
Then we spittin' cause killing everything that we attack
Special forces of the rap game so you best take heed of that
All the shit you rappers lack: we got plenty; here's a snack
Don't ruin their appetite because your shit is really whack"

 

[jungo87]

Weed becomes a chore, you want the buzz back so you follow the others on to smack/ feels nice and still good thing about brown is it always will

 

[brimz]

Kool G Rap Strreets of New York

The whole song especially the last verse

Baby needs new shoes
But his papa uses all the money for booze
A young girl is undressed in the back seat of a caddy
Calling some man daddy
Three men slain inside an apartment
All you could see was the sparks when it darkened
Daylight broke, cops roll on the scene
The drug war, daily routine
Gambling spots, just a poor man’s jackpot
You winning a lot, you get shot
The drug dealing fanatics
But you don’t want no static
Cause they got crack addicts with automatics
Shoot-outs for a desire for territory
A kid got caught in the crossfire
A tired mother can’t take no more
She grab the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24
Human beings are laying on the pavement
Cause they’re a part of a mental enslavement
The cop snipers, little babies in dirty diapers
This type of life is making you hyper
People scouting a torched-out building
And got killed when the cold air filled in
Is hell really suggested?
No more persons arrested, a child molested
A little kid says, yo
I got a color tv, cd player and car stereo
And all I want is a castle
I also got a .38, don’t give me no hassle
One kid heads straight for the top
And gets stopped and popped by a crooked cop
Look behind you when you walk
That’s how it is in the streets of new york

 

[|>R()|)!G/-\|_]

The ones that immediately came to mind were

Killah Priest - "Atoms to Adam"
So I begin, between, the media right, now walk like Christ
except I'm not sacrificed, by the righteous parasite
searching' for paradise, which is the birth-right
of a celestial Nazarite, with appetites to bite from the tree of life
smight, eadamite, sodomite, more bites, in the land of Kananights
following six flame a lights, burning over 1 million degrees fahrenhight
bright as, neon, beyond the satellites, flight takes me over cattle stocks
blocks of ice, I began to flock, flock, flock, flock across Mecca
with a rigid projector, seeking my scepter, looking, at, Rebecca
two sons, popping through Jerusalem like the hoodlum
Ahhh, ? enabled me to see the other galaxy, released Nora calories
back 8 author, writers and ologies, I'm the author and the writer
of a biography with god prophecies, and challenge Egyptology
philophosies and Greek mythologies
going through the gloss-arys of Socrates, with Pharisees
and Sagulties, going through geology with dreams I contact
the Hazmonian dynasty, clocks agree, one 68 BC
charge far from the Wu Killa Bee into the families of the Mackabees

Cross Movement - "What Do You See?"
Hear the CLINK! of the nails as they pierce His hands
And the…lash as they slash this man
Crash this man, hit and harass this man
Bash, stick and inflict mad gashes and
Mentally put yourself at the place and time
Use your faith as a way to trace the crime
Let your mind take you back laps and laps
Back track till your mind sees back to back
All the things that happened to a silent Lamb
All in chains they trapped Him like a violent man
Like He forwarded a violent plan, but it was prophecy
That said God would be treated like unwanted property
You’ve got to see the ill way that they flogged Him
Blood leaked, it was deep how they mobbed Him
Think thorns worn as a crown
Here the Jews say, “Crucify Him pass it down”
Hear the squeals as the steel comes crashin’ down
Can’t get pass the sound, teeth are gnashing’ now
Veins snap, feel that, He’s hot flashin’ now
Draped in blood, covered in a cap and gown
So many crack from the straps that it numbed the back
Crucifixion makes your lungs collapse
Watch His chest---see Him gasp for breath
Hear Him…and…till there’s no gasp left

Immortal Technique - "Bin Laden"
They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Saddam
But that's bullshit, I'll show you why it's totally wrong
Cuz if another country invaded the hood tonight
It'd be warfare through Harlem, and Washington Heights
I wouldn't be fightin' for Bush or White America's dream
I'd be fightin' for my people's survival and self-esteem
I wouldn't fight for racist churches from the south, my nigga
I'd be fightin' to keep the occupation out, my nigga
You ever clock someone who talk shit, or look at you wrong?
Imagine if they shot at you, and was rapin' your moms
And of course Saddam Hussein had chemical weapons
We sold him that shit, after Ronald Reagan's election
Mercenary contractors fightin' a new era
Corporate military bankin' off the war on terror
They controllin' the ghetto, with the failed attack
Tryna distract the fact that they engineerin' the crack
So I'm strapped like Lee Malvo holdin' a sniper rifle
These bullets'll touch your kids, and I don't mean like Michael
Your body be sent to the morgue, stripped down and recycled
I fire on house niggaz that support you and like you
Cuz innocent people get murdered in the struggle daily
And poor people never get shit and struggle daily
This ain't no alien conspiracy theory, this shit is real
Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic seal

 

[|>R()|)!G/-\|_]

I can't edit at my current machine but also had to include
Black Star (Mos Def) - "What's Beef?"
Beef is not what Jay said to Nas
Beef is when workin' niggas can't find jobs
So they tryna find niggas to rob
Tryna find bigger guns so they can finish the job
Beef is when the crack kids can't find moms
Cause they inna PINE box or locked behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is callin' you "defendant"
Beef, it comes with a long jail sentence
Handed down to you in a few short minutes
Beef is when your girl come through for a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and too broke to get it
And all your little kids is doin is gettin' bigger
You tryin not to raise 'em around these wild niggas
Beef is when a gold digger got ya seed in her;
A manicured hand out like "pay me nigga"
Or I'm tellin' your wife
Or startin' up some foul rumor that'll ruin your life
Beef is when a gangster ain't doin it right
And other gangsters done decided what to do with his life
Beef is not what these famous niggas do on the mic
Beef is what George Bush would do in a fight
Yeah, beef is not what Ja said to 50
Beef is Weldon Irv not bein here with me
When a soldier ends his life with his own gun
Beef is tryin' to figure out what to tell his son
Beef is oil prices and geopolitics
Beef is Iraq, the West Bank, and Gaza Strip
Some beef is big and some beef is small
But what y'all call beef is no beef at all

 

[oneswtwld]

Killah Priest - Science PRoject (Even represents ALbany, NY)

 

[Swerlz]

I Ain't Gonna Nowhere I've Been Chilling In The Same Cut
Smoking On The Same Blunt
Feeling On The Same Butts
Still Fuck With The Six Still Roll With Some Killers
Still Hang With A Big Click An Kick It With Drug Dealers
So What you Wanna Do
I Can Have your Whole Crew
Hogtied buried alive Underneath The Swimming Pool
But No I'm Not An Evil Dude
Fact I'm Pretty Fucking Humble
400 Thousand Records Independent Can't My Stomach Bubble
An I'm Just Getting Started Pimping
You Ain't Seen Retarded Pimping
Fuck It I'll Be Modest To be I'm The Fucking Hardest Pimping
I Can Spit It Hard This Year Yet Horrific At The Same Time
Can kill you Bring you To Life And Get you high With The Same rhymes.

 

[oneswtwld]

How could I forget

Killah Priest - "Heavy Mental"

"The mind, heavy mental, jesus christ is, heavy mental
Everything brings in, heavy mental day, the day you will experience something
Heavy mental, never done, heavy mental..

Information begins the gathering
Starting the pattern and stargate towards saturn
Between the eye socket is where I will build my sky rocket
You don’t need any passport, all you need is a thought
Suddenly, the soul becomes hot as coal
The flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano
The brain begins to process as we start the conquest
From out the physical bondage, the thought
Launches, voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of your imaginination
Now open your eyes do you see the flaming arrows aiming at pharoahs inhibitions
As we begin-racing like a sparrow through the narrow population
Seeking purification, the destination is the holy land, of bethlehem
I eat lamb with abraham and break bread with the son of man
So slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from the skies like a rubber band
As I begin to step you above the land out of the atmosphere
Don’t look back why, cause we’re almost there
Just try to prepare and adapt to the air pressure
Now we searching for the mental treasure (pleasure)
Beyond the measure of yards
You can’t comprehend to God or to distance between stars
Pick up quasars inside the radar
As we’re going far past any astronaut
Moving so fast in this aircraft
Everything we pass get hot, from the take-off
The blast turns glass into rocks
At last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass
Till I become a beam of gas
And travel through a extreme draft
Unable, to be picked up through cable (through cable)
Out of the reach of all manner of sky examiners, heaven scanners,
Giant antennas, high tech space cameras
Or evidence in any cemetry or obituary
Not found in any library or dictionary or encyclopedia or media
I’m in star mode, with the discipline of dahmo, I broke the u.s. bar code
Now I’m on allah’s road to journey, into the realms of the cosmos
Where only God knows or goesl, blow like a ufo
To give up my work clothes, only to glow with a holy robe
And explode through the mysterious black holes
Deep warp the outer zone, without a phone, to the unknown
To sit on my throne alone (heavy mental)
I’m the pilot on galactical plain of knowledge the culture
My sculpture, lights up the ultra violet
So you could see my brain is symbolic, to a palace
Therefore I keep my hair stylish, my flesh solid
My teeth polished, next stage, examin my x-ray
Take notes for your essay, and let my casette play for longer than a decade
As we begin to blaze, through the milky ways
Repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days
The eyeballs, swell up the size of eggs, beyond dreamland
Wing span, 7 feet, between the eyes is the beak
Destination of the ride, is to reach is the peak, angelic landscape
Takes the physical man behind the hidden gates of space
Ultimate escapes as we go at a phenomenal rate
As we cruise going into magnitude
As we break up into a multitude of molecules
Going through a long hollow tube with a scholars view
As, we wearing the white garment, passing sound waves
That’s supersonic, passing the comets, star clusters
Changing my physical structure, till my lips begin to pucker
Kissing christ at the last supper
Grabbing a brass cup of wine (heavy mental)
I feel myself getting older, sitting on my sofa
In the position like yoga, till my mind passes over
The solar system, my wisdom nova, I am the controller
I begin to loosen up my shoulders forming each joint
Into the suns 8 points, then i, begin to rise like helium
Escape in the milleniumm, two thousand
Meditating to the soft note of a violin
I’ve been on mars, building the holy synagogue
For the royal seminars, long before they had the renaissance
There existed a hebrew lodge (heavy mental)
A phenomenon from out of the matrix
The world looks at me with envy and hatred
Just because I appear to them half naked
Rising into a spaceship
With an arm full of solid gold bracelets
A phenomenon from out of the matrix (heavy mental)
Now the only time (heavy mental)
The only time you should catch.. (heavy mental)
Only time, you could have
Jet lag is if your cassette drag.. (heavy mental)
Rock a by ? (heavy mental)
Yo, just chill (heavy mental)
Stop the tape (heavy mental)
(stop it!) heavy mental "

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWwMatBr5xk

 

[brimz]

One of the best Hip Hop threads 4 a while mos def.

 

[1josephjohn]

How could I forget

Killah Priest - "Heavy Mental"

"The mind, heavy mental, jesus christ is, heavy mental
Everything brings in, heavy mental day, the day you will experience something
Heavy mental, never done, heavy mental..

Information begins the gathering
Starting the pattern and stargate towards saturn
Between the eye socket is where I will build my sky rocket
You don’t need any passport, all you need is a thought
Suddenly, the soul becomes hot as coal
The flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano
The brain begins to process as we start the conquest
From out the physical bondage, the thought
Launches, voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of your imaginination
Now open your eyes do you see the flaming arrows aiming at pharoahs inhibitions
As we begin-racing like a sparrow through the narrow population
Seeking purification, the destination is the holy land, of bethlehem
I eat lamb with abraham and break bread with the son of man
So slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from the skies like a rubber band
As I begin to step you above the land out of the atmosphere
Don’t look back why, cause we’re almost there
Just try to prepare and adapt to the air pressure
Now we searching for the mental treasure (pleasure)
Beyond the measure of yards
You can’t comprehend to God or to distance between stars
Pick up quasars inside the radar
As we’re going far past any astronaut
Moving so fast in this aircraft
Everything we pass get hot, from the take-off
The blast turns glass into rocks
At last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass
Till I become a beam of gas
And travel through a extreme draft
Unable, to be picked up through cable (through cable)
Out of the reach of all manner of sky examiners, heaven scanners,
Giant antennas, high tech space cameras
Or evidence in any cemetry or obituary
Not found in any library or dictionary or encyclopedia or media
I’m in star mode, with the discipline of dahmo, I broke the u.s. bar code
Now I’m on allah’s road to journey, into the realms of the cosmos
Where only God knows or goesl, blow like a ufo
To give up my work clothes, only to glow with a holy robe
And explode through the mysterious black holes
Deep warp the outer zone, without a phone, to the unknown
To sit on my throne alone (heavy mental)
I’m the pilot on galactical plain of knowledge the culture
My sculpture, lights up the ultra violet
So you could see my brain is symbolic, to a palace
Therefore I keep my hair stylish, my flesh solid
My teeth polished, next stage, examin my x-ray
Take notes for your essay, and let my casette play for longer than a decade
As we begin to blaze, through the milky ways
Repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days
The eyeballs, swell up the size of eggs, beyond dreamland
Wing span, 7 feet, between the eyes is the beak
Destination of the ride, is to reach is the peak, angelic landscape
Takes the physical man behind the hidden gates of space
Ultimate escapes as we go at a phenomenal rate
As we cruise going into magnitude
As we break up into a multitude of molecules
Going through a long hollow tube with a scholars view
As, we wearing the white garment, passing sound waves
That’s supersonic, passing the comets, star clusters
Changing my physical structure, till my lips begin to pucker
Kissing christ at the last supper
Grabbing a brass cup of wine (heavy mental)
I feel myself getting older, sitting on my sofa
In the position like yoga, till my mind passes over
The solar system, my wisdom nova, I am the controller
I begin to loosen up my shoulders forming each joint
Into the suns 8 points, then i, begin to rise like helium
Escape in the milleniumm, two thousand
Meditating to the soft note of a violin
I’ve been on mars, building the holy synagogue
For the royal seminars, long before they had the renaissance
There existed a hebrew lodge (heavy mental)
A phenomenon from out of the matrix
The world looks at me with envy and hatred
Just because I appear to them half naked
Rising into a spaceship
With an arm full of solid gold bracelets
A phenomenon from out of the matrix (heavy mental)
Now the only time (heavy mental)
The only time you should catch.. (heavy mental)
Only time, you could have
Jet lag is if your cassette drag.. (heavy mental)
Rock a by ? (heavy mental)
Yo, just chill (heavy mental)
Stop the tape (heavy mental)
(stop it!) heavy mental "

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWwMatBr5xk

I think this is the ONLY song that actually belongs on this thread.(My opinion)

 

[brimz]

[QUOTEI think this is the ONLY song that actually belongs on this thread.(My opinion)][/QUOTE]

Grand sweeping statement their fella but you haven't backed it up with any explanation.
Why is this the only Track that belongs in said thread ?

 

[RareForm]

Atmosphere -- Freefallin'

[Slug: Verse 1]
Nobody wanna struggle at home
Bass in his voice, trouble in her tone
What kinda couple makes a puzzle out of stone?
Choppin’ and poppin’ all of the bubbles that are blown
Nobody wanna be wrong
And once the line gets drawn across what we disagree upon
It could be the timebomb that we sleep on
It’s just a little one
Back and forth like a ping pong
Nobody wants an argument
You try to bargain as a friend
But it’s hard to with a star offense against a smart defense
And the history you share is full of scars and dents
Nobody likes breakin’ up
When you hate the situation, but you crave the touch
You might stay in the relationship for the simple sake of it
Because you know it’s based in love
[Chorus x2:]
Freefallin’ when you shook from the pack
Keep walkin’, let the foot leave a track
We often gotta look for the path
These problems, are the good ones to have

Atmosphere -- To All My Friends

What you gonna be when you grown up?
I'm all grown up and still don't know what
I might throw up, I rock a tow-truck
Long as it means that I can get old and post up
I used to be a typical winner
Living off the gratuity from delivering your dinner
Cause as a kid, I didn't consider
that I would get the opportunity to be a full-time spitter
I love this occupation
I got bosses across the nation
Validation is an understatement
and I don't really know how to take a vacation
My kind don't have any free time
I'm so distracted, but everything's fine
I speak shine and I read signs
Appreciate your opinion but this dream's mine
It's all love, we're cool
But you don't tell a cowboy what to do
I was the ugly kid that didn't listen
Little big man full of ambition
Based on imagination, just like you
Daydreaming, thinking bout the things I might do
I used to paint, draw and illustrate
Mom would facilitate and it would feel okay
Seems like yesterday still plays a part
When I grow up, I wanted a job making art
Picture that, how many years old?
Young enough to mix up love with career goals
But I was just this tall when they told me
that the world was mine, but the papers weren't signed
There's no deed, so proceed to go seed
up the whole piece like it owes me groceries
Don't breathe until you formally know me
Won't leave? Better call authorities
It's all love, we're cool
But you tell an astronaut what to do
The turntables stole my heart
Burnt the paintbrush, broke it apart
I miss it, I might revisit
But I wasn't that good, I admit it, maybe you can't tell
But as a kid, I wanted to be Melle Mel
And later as a teenager I wanted to be LL
Then I discovered weed and I wanted to be Del
But thank God eventually I found myself
It's funny when I bump into fools
I used to go to school with, and they ask what I'm doing
Half of the time I want to crack a lie
But fuck it, I'm still a wannabe rapper guy
Hahaha, yeah I guess that it seems that way
I get to see the world, and it's decent pay
As long as somebody want to see us play
I wake up every morning and I seize the day
It's all love, we're cool
But you don't tell the president what to do

It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
I don't get to call in sick y'all

Sage Francis -- Mermaids Are Seasluts

am nothing but a shell of the man i once was
so you could put me to your ear
and actually hear yester-year's ocean

I was in shape then
A much better built body
Of water with infinite waves
and fathomless depths
where you could have gone deep-sea fishing for compliments
and caught plentiful schools of reassuring comments

Now all you get is the boot

You fell for the bait and got hooked on what you thought i was
Now we're both struggling to win this tug of war of the worlds
Where we breath the same air it's just done differently.
And I'm trying to figure out ways to have comfortably survive outside your element
Compromising intelligence
I dabbled in watered-down thoughts that
Filtered in from main-stream.

I'm offering mind-altering ideas that make the most quiet nature brain
Scream from exposure to the types of things that won't
Necessarily make you happier

They'll just give you a greater range of emotions

And I can feel myself getting lured into deeper oceans of
Fantasy lands
Where people think they're as safe as cartoons
Simply because they speak in bubbles.

A sanitized safe-haven
Where you could face Satan and
Have his faith straightened.
His new goal would be to dethrone Poseidon and
Have Neptunes place taken.
They'd swash-buckled with their pitchforks
While Lucifer shit talks and rips
Thoughts of coral reefs
For relief he'd be like "bitch, walk"
From this oversize aquarium that daddy kept cleanly
To unhealthy degrees
Writing suicide notes with invisible ink
On transparencies
And posting them to the glass boundaries that
Surround the seas of change.

 

[oneswtwld]

[QUOTEI think this is the ONLY song that actually belongs on this thread.(My opinion)]

Grand sweeping statement their fella but you haven't backed it up with any explanation.
Why is this the only Track that belongs in said thread ?[/QUOTE]

Yo!!! B... fr realz?

Of all peeps, I would expect you tp be last to be "that guy" who sounds condescending to a fan of the almighty Priest.

ll you hav to do is read the lyrics....

Liten to the track...

Check this live version from a Gza show: (the last few bars are from "How Many" on The Offering.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyUf-NjbMDs

 

[alwaysblazed]

Tyler The Creator-Bastard (I believe the whole song is very powerful):

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go ahead and fucking eat
My father's dead. Why? I don't know, we'll never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son

[Verse 2]
My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers
Are much important I'm getting angrier while recording
I'm feeling like the Bulls, I've got a Gang of Wolves
Odd Future is children that's fucked up on they mental
Simple but probably not, fuck them

[Verse 3]
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my dick sucked
Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort
Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard
Soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on
Cause this album pack enough evil
That you can't fit inside a Jansport, go to school with this

[Verse 4]
I go from AP to JC inside a fucking week
Waking up with random girls like "Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?"
I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet
Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes
By those slow as molasses, take this shit to school

[Verse 5]
Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger
She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her
Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler
All because she said no to homecoming, demons running
Inside my head telling me evil thoughts
I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares I caught, go to sleep

[Verse 6]
I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky
Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is evil
My fucking samples are too illegal, play this shit in church

[Verse 7]
I graduated without honors or fucking father
He died (I'm so sorry) No bitch, don't even fucking bother
I wanted a brother my mother I told her
But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
That's having our brains racing like dating, wearing some fucking Heelies

[Verse 8]
I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me
But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly
I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11
Seven, what's religion nigga? I am legend
I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented
Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci
When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers
With the same problem, the only way to solve them
Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver
Life's a salad, I'm a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear
The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid
My father didn't give a fuck, so it's something I inherit
My mom is all I have so it's never meet the parents
When Danielle or Malonda decide to fucking share
This confused boy, I wanna hug hoy, I’m bad for you kids to listen to
Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it

[Verse 9]
My wrist is all red from the cutter
Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah
Well that's not her name, but I think this shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if I'm fucking, if I'm kissing
But I'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing
With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen
Cause I don't give a shit like sitting down pissing
Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries
Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy
Losers can never win me, you can never offend me
My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the
Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email
So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail

 

[brimz]

Grand sweeping statement their fella but you haven't backed it up with any explanation.
Why is this the only Track that belongs in said thread ?

Yo!!! B... fr realz?

Of all peeps, I would expect you tp be last to be "that guy" who sounds condescending to a fan of the almighty Priest.

ll you hav to do is read the lyrics....

Liten to the track...

Check this live version from a Gza show: (the last few bars are from "How Many" on The Offering.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyUf-NjbMDs[/QUOTE]

Bro , y 'no i' m humble to The Preist .

I just thought it was alittle shortsighted of the fella .

Is it like he's listeneded 2 every Hip Hop verse n thought "well they are all wack apart from this "

Jus clocked it n saw your comments as well ! Little bonus their with the How many verse at the End.
Peace .

 

[brimz]

Yo Where P. E At

Fight The Power

1989 the number another summer (get down)
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould
(Brothers and sisters hey)
Listen if you're missin' y'all
Swingin' while I'm singin'
Givin' whatcha gettin'
Knowin' what I know
While the Black bands sweatin'
And the rhythm rhymes rollin'
Got to give us what we want
Gotta give us what we need
Our freedom of speech is freedom or death
We got to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
Fight the power

Chorus

As the rhythm designed to bounce
What counts is that the rhymes
Designed to fill your mind
Now that you've realized the prides arrived
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
It's a start, a work of art
To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange
People, people we are the same
No we're not the same
Cause we don't know the game
What we need is awareness, we can't get careless
You say what is this?
My beloved lets get down to business
Mental self defensive fitness
(Yo) bum rush the show
You gotta go for what you know
Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say...
Fight the Power

Chorus

Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant ---- to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Mother---- him and John Wayne
Cause I'm Black and I'm proud
I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped
Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps
Sample a look back you look and find
Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check
Don't worry be happy
Was a number one jam
Damn if I say it you can slap me right here
(Get it) lets get this party started right
Right on, c'mon
What we got to say
Power to the people no delay
To make everybody see
In order to fight the powers that be

(Fight the Power)

http://youtu.be/8PaoLy7PHwk Dope as fuk Video as well

 

[brimz]

N.W.A Fuck The Police
This song was so powerfull that. The FBI and the U.S. Secret Service sent a letter to Ruthless Records informing the label of their displeasure with the song's message.

Right about now NWA court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren Ice Cube and Eazy muthafuckin E.
Order order order. Ice Cube take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

Fuck tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority

Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics

You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water

I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop

Ice Cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in LA
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say

Fuck the police (4X)

M. C. Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident.>

Fuck tha police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
and the motherfuckin' weapon
is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw

Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path

To the police I'm sayin fuck you punk
Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand

But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, I'ma fuck you up

Make ya think I'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time

Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
Or any assho that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me

The muthafuckin villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat

Takin out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say

Fuck the police (4X)

Police, open now. We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest.
Get down and put your hands up where I can see em.
Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor.
[huh?]>

and tell the jury how you feel abou this bullshit.>

I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt

I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast
On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an AK
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say

They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor

Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool]

And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb muthafucka with a gun

And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
And while I'm drivin off laughin
This is what I'll say

Fuck the police (4X)

The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka.
Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie.
I want justice! I want justice!
Fuck you, you black muthafucka!>

Fuck the police (3X)

 

[oneswtwld]

Yo!!! B... fr realz?

Of all peeps, I would expect you tp be last to be "that guy" who sounds condescending to a fan of the almighty Priest.

ll you hav to do is read the lyrics....

Liten to the track...

Check this live version from a Gza show: (the last few bars are from "How Many" on The Offering.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyUf-NjbMDs

Bro , y 'no i' m humble to The Preist .

I just thought it was alittle shortsighted of the fella .

Is it like he's listeneded 2 every Hip Hop verse n thought "well they are all wack apart from this "

Jus clocked it n saw your comments as well ! Little bonus their with the How many verse at the End.
Peace .[/QUOTE]

This shit is tripping me out

 

[brimz]

The Geto Boys G Code
Speaks fopr itself Straight iup Lesson from Mr Scarface

Man
Motherfuckers just, follow a nigga around dude
That's real
Some shit though, fuck these feds
redneck, racist motherfuckers, man!

[Scarface]
I don't wanna - run no more, but I know that if I stop
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin with 'Pac
These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slanger
Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger
Who do you call when these agents want you dead
and they hit these penetentiaries and niggas make a pledge
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments
Caught up on the phone, talkin prices (hello)
25-to-life's the mandatory minimal
My whole community gets treated like they criminals
Why are them bitches gettin' motherfuckers hung
Got a C.I. on the inside and everybody's sung
Mothers and fathers seperated from they sons
Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue
If it's yours, say it's yours, take the case, do your time
When you was out here gettin' money from it everything was fine
Now you cryin' in your jail cell, stressin' on the case
And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul
You in question of your manhood homey - keep the code

[Chorus]
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We ain't trustin in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood.
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

[Scarface]
See I be on some street shit, don't talk to police
I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see
if I got shit to say about a nigga case
I'm a motherfuckin' nigga through and through, I ain't gay
Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25
Sat it out on appeal, and gave him back that time
A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same
Told a cracker tell your mammy suck his dick and see Rick James
Ain't no motherfuckin' game, we been livin' this for real
When the government is workin', real niggas never squeal
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse
Yeah you rappin' but the homey Lil' Pots can't get out
Niggaz they hit the pen, they get charged, then get out
On a rule, 35, he a bought it for the cops
You can hear it in his voice, I done listened to the tapes
Now you showin' up in court, testifyin' for the state

[Chorus]

We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We ain't trustin in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood.
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood.

[Scarface]
I'm knowin' all the scams, all the tricks to the trade
Know a nigga tryin' to get clean, and you get in the way
Know a nigga tryin' to get green, and you stick out the bait
Cause a nigga like a dopefiend, can't rehabilitate
Still we stickin' to the G Code, we playin' by the rules
We don't fuck around with new niggas, cause new niggas is fools
We don't photograph the homies, that'll catch a nigga up
On a picture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked
Only connect the real, stayin' down with the truth
I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook
My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few
But there's a thousand motherfuckers in the pen bulletproof
So this one here for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die
Fuck a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home
He a motherfuckin snitch, snitchin' niggas need this song.

[Chourus]

We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We ain't trustin in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood.
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood.

I you hip Hop then yo'll this song
http://youtu.be/QHosMj8jvqw