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I question your ability to criticize when you cannot even give reasons for your critiques. And besides, at least I write my own rap before I start dissing other people's raps. Here's the chorus for my rap song: "Hos, hos, *****es and hos/I'm gonna beat yo ***." |
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Join Date: May 2006
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Tupac
Please read these whole thing, I think the entire song has a lot of meaning to it Why’d you slang crack? I had to Why’d you slang crack? Cuz I had to Why’d you slang crack? Cuz I had to A nigga gotta pay the ****in rent *Verse1* (Tupac) Crazy, I gotta work with what you gave me, claimin I’ma criminal when you the one that made me They got me trapped in this slavery now I’m lost in this holocaust headin for my grave G I told Sam he could **** the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin “**** the law” And if you wonder why I’m mad, check the record Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected Sometimes I think I’m getting tested, and if I don’t say “yes” a nigga's quick to get arrested That’s the reason I stay "zestin"(MIXING ERROR, 2 voices), I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting restless Walkin round ready to light shit up, and since my life is ****ed, some say I’m slightly nuts Buck buck is the sound as I move up, other niggas pay attention when a fool bust.. huh.. They make a nigga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see who's realer Now them same mother ****as wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me I need loot, so I’m doin what I do, and don’t say shit until you’ve walked in my shoes, There was no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so I’m singin the nigga blues Hook *Verse2*(Tupac) Papa need brand new shoes, but what the **** can a nigga do, my little boy gotta eat too So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like rocafella And did you ever stop to think? I’m old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drink Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my “I don’t give a ****” look Makin rules, I’ma break em, no matter how much you make em, you show me bakin, I’ma take em So don’t you ever tempt me, I’m a fool for my nigga, and my pockets stay HINTED To my brothers in the barrio, you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto so I give a **** about your language or complexion, you got love from the niggas in my section You got problems with the punk police, don’t run from the chumps, get the pump from me We aint free, I’ll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian ***** Down with my home boy rich, **** a snitch and groupie *** ***** And a nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone(huh) And you wonder why we blazin niggas, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas And they damned to be **** ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues Why’d you slang crack? Cuz I had too Why’d you slang crack? Cuz I had too Why’d you slang crack? Cuz I had too And now I’m headin for the mother ****in' PEN
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Join Date: Mar 2008
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Sounded like you were mocking the music. Sorry if I read you wrong... just that those lines make no sense because nothing backing it up... its not hard or anything. Maybe give more of the song then. Ice cubes song gangsta rap made me do it was so live! Blame me You niggas know my pyrocalstic flow You niggas know my pyrocalstic flow flow You niggas know my pyrocalstic flow it's R.A.W R.A.W You lookin at the ground wizzy war lord vocal chord so vicious And I don't have to show riches to pull up pull off with some bad *****es And it ain't about shivelry It's about dope lyrics and delivery It's about my persona ain't nothing like a man that can do wha he wanna Ain't nothing like man on that you knew on the cornna See em come up and f**k up the owna See em throw up westside california Nigga I'm hot as pheonix arizona I'm utah I got multiple *****es It's a new law keep a hold of yo riches Dumb nigga don't spend it as soon as you get it and recognize I'm a captian you a lieutenant I can say what I want to say ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a ****** ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I eat you like a cannibal ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it I'm raw as a dirty needle Choke an eagle Just to feed all my people Lyrically I'm so lethal Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you Ice Cube is a saga ya spit saliva And I spit lava I got the fearless flow Don't get near this ho If you sacred to go I keep it gangsta and why should change that f**k all you muthafukas tryin to change rap But arent you the same cat that sat back when they brought cocaine back I'm tryin to get me a may back how you muthafukas gonna tell me don't say that you the ones where we learned it from I heard nigga back in 1971 So if I act like a pimp ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nappy headed ho ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I shoot up your college ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I rob you of knowledge ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it Thank God when I bless the mic You finally get to hear the shit that you like A nigga talkin bout real life so you can try to get this shit right Use your brain not your back use your brain not a gat It's a party not a jack(for real) Don't be scared of them people Walk up in there and show them that you equal(f**k them f**k them) Don't be material a nigga grew up on milk and cereal I never for got vaness and impearial Look at my life Ice Cube is a miracle It could be you if you was this lyrical It could be her if she was this spritual Becuz me and allah go back like cronies I don't got to be fake becuz he is my homie If I sell a liitle crack ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I die in Iraq ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I take you for granted ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I f**k up the planet ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it You niggas know my pyrocalstic flow You niggas know my pyrocalstic flow flow flow You niggas know my pyrocalstic flow It's R.A.W R.A.W Oh yeah and anotha thing for all ya niggas that don't do gangsta rap don't get on tv talkin about gangsta rap cause 9 at of 10 times you don't know the f**k don niggas don't know the f**k talk about that bullshit rap you do Stay the f**k out of mine Props to ice cube for that song, he raps it so angry too, lol. |
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Xeno, where do you get your inspiration. Who cares, here's a briefcase full of cash. |
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Norrin Radd's Nerd Rage
Join Date: Jun 2007
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But in all seriousness, I do like some rap. I find it more of a comedic relief than a hardcore-greasy-thug-anthem. anywho: Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt |
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It Aint Hard To Tell by Nas
It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's death I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin Cause in my physical, I can express throuh song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell And Live At The BBQ Nas and Fatal Street's disciple my raps are trifle I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit Verbal assassin my architect pleases When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus Nasty Nas is a rebel to America Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria My troops roll up with a strange force I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source Swimmin in women like a lifeguard Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard Kidnap the President's wife without a plan And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan I melt mics till the sound waves over Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah Slammin MC's on cement Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient I move swift and uplift your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme Rappin sniper, speakin real words My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God Science is dropped, my raps are toxic My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket
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So, does anybody here have any idea what they're on about?
People either think all hip hop is about guns, *****es and bling, or they think 2pac is the pinnacle of meaning in hip hop lyrics, when he was just obvious. God's Bathroom Floor by Atmosphere is one of the greatest lyrics ever, much less just hip hop. Quote:
"It's hard to find good stuff if you just listen to the TV and don't bother to look.", yeah, that's how it works. You look, you get rewarded. |
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