Droppin the Needle
Guard your grill like, George Foreman
Time to build, as far as building I'm the doorman, opening doors
My blood I expose on the floors, tell them the game ain't only the score
Hold on to your life as I carry these styles
To have you tapping your head like Darius Miles
You aint supposed to rhyme, better off with a clothing line
In this business of pimps, many hoes get signed
Opposed to shine, so me holding the blinds
Mixing golden seal and wine, holding a nine
In the age of aquaruis...
"Aqurius", Electric Circus, Common
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
but you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets
Like sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
spent on national defense but folks still live in fear
Like nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter Black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free
"Mathematics", Black on Both Sides, Mos Def
This is for the masses the lower classes
The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin'
But we were kept out
Made to feel inferior, but we're the superior
Break the chains in our brains that made us fear yah
Pledge a legiance to a flag that neglects us
Honour a man that who refuses to respect us
Emmancipation, proclamation, Please!
Nigga just said that to save the nation
These are lies that we all accepted
Say no to drugs, but the governments' keep it
Running through our community, killing the unity
The war on drugs is a war on you and me
And yet they say this is the Home of The Free
But if you ask me its all about hyprocracy
The constitution, Yo, it don't apply to me
Lady Liberty, still the bitch lied to me
"Wordz of Wisdom" 2Pacalypse Now, Tupac Shakur
That was a nice try Nelly, I don’t mean to be bold
But that put that "hot in herrre" bullshit on hold
And lets get down to the fact of the matter
In a dictionary, under "whack rap" you the rapper
Simply cause you’re lackin the spectacular vernacular
And Hiphop’s character seems to be in back of ya
Either that, or you’re truly amateur, I’m askin ya
How does it feel to have the whole world laughin at ya?
You just too stupid to see
I was made on the streets, you was made on M-T-V
How you gonna talk about my nose to attack me?
When you steady guzzlin them pills for your acne
My nose come from a line of kings
Your acne comes from you eatin the wrong things
Your words don’t make me hurt, they make me work
You’ll hurt when you find it’s you gettin jerked
I tell ya, it don’t take me to say
Don’t buy ya album, street cats ain’t buyin it anyway
You tellin me make up my mind
Yet on your album you don’t know if you wanna sing or rhyme
"You Don't Really Want It (Nelly Diss)", KRS-ONE [more]
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, moms bounced on old mAn
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I Get my gee off was drug loot
And SHit started like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way up fire escapes
No question I would speed, for crack and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough up
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now
"C.R.E.A.M", Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), Wu-Tang Clan
Day divides the night and night divides the day
It's all hard work and no play
More than combat, it's far beyond that
Cause I got a kill or be killed kind of attack
Area's mapped out, there'll be no, Stratego
Me and my platoon make a boom wherever we go
But what are we here for? Who's on the other side of the wall?
Somebody give the President a call
But I hear warfare scream through the air
Back to the battlegrounds, it's war they declare
A Desert Storm: let's see who reigns supreme
Something like Monopoly: a government scheme
Go to the Army, be all you can be
Another dead soldier? Hell no, not me
So I start letting off ammunition in every direction
Allah is my only protection
But wait a minute, Saddam Hussein prays the same
and this is Asia, from where I came
I'm on the wrong side, so change the target
Shooting at the general; and where's the sergeant?
Blame it on John Hardy Hawkins for bringing me to America
Now it's mass hysteria
I get a rush when I see blood, dead bodies on the floor
"Casualties of War", Don't Sweat The Technique, Eric B & Rakim
Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling tecs on me
Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
In the Bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
"Many Men (Wish Death)", Get Rich or Die Tryin', 50 Cent
When I date back I recall a man off the family tree
My right hand Poppa Doc I see
Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father
When my biological didn't bother
Taking care of this so who am I to bicker
Not a bad ticker but I'm clocking pop's liver
But you can never say that his life is through
5 kids at 21 believe he got a right too
Here we go while I check the scene
With the Portuguese lover at the age of 14
The same age, front page, no fuss
But I bet you all your dough, they live longer than us
Never been senile, that's where you're wrong
But give the man a taste and he's gone
Noddin off, sleep to a jazz tune
I can hear his head banging on the wall in the next room
I get the pillow and hope I don't wake him
For this man do cuss, hear it all in verbatim
Telling me how to raise my boy unless he's taking over
I said pop maybe when you're older
We laughed all night about the hookers at the party
My old man standing yelling good God, almighty
Use your condom, take sips of the brew
When they reminisce over you, for real
They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y), ” Mecca and the Soul Brother”,
Pete Rock and CL Smooth
I, Exist in the Depths of Solitude
Pondering my true goal
Trying 2 find peace of mind
And still preserve my soul
Constantly yearning 2 be accepted
And from all receive respect
Never comprising but sometimes risky
And that is my only regret
A young heart with an old soul
How can there be Peace
How can eye be in the depths of Solitude
When there R 2 inside of me
This Duo within me causes
The perfect oppurtunity
2 learn and live twice as fast
As those who accept simplicity
"In the Depths of Solitude,"The Rose that Grew From Concrete, Tupac Shakur
How now Brown Cow I'm down with the Mau Mau
Clown downtown tried to put us in the dog pound
like H. Rap Brown with the situation
(Won't get no calluses) cause I'm spittin dialectical analysis
So how is this, we never had no Funk
until you found out that I turned to revolutionary hunk
(Chump!) Bump you over like dominoes, rat
(E-Roc: So free Geronimo Gi Jaga Pratt!)
"Dig It", Kill My Landlord, The Coup
