Best rap lyrics

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don't take me for a joke, i'm no comedian. too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again.
 
fuck the police for darrel gates

fuck the police for rodney king

fuck the police for my dead homies

fuck the police for your freedom

fuck the police dont be a pussy

fuck the police have some mutherfuckin courage

fuck the police sing along....

COP KILLA

Bloodninja:You can't hurry good pizza.

back to the original
 
Yeah.. my Lord.. yeah

[Verse 1: Talib]

We sell crack to our own out the back of our homes

We smell the musk of the dusk in the crack of the dawn

We go through "Epidodes II," like "Attack of the Clones"

Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone

To get by.. just to get by

Just to get by, just to get by

We commute to computers

Spirits stay mute while you egos spread rumors

We survivalists, turned to consumers

Just to get by.. just to get by

Just to get by, just to get by

Ask me why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor

I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer

Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help

I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself

These words, melt in my mouth

They hot, like the jail cell in the South

Before my nigga Core bailed me out

To get by.. just to get by

Just to get by, just to get by

We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky

with the window of the red eye

Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, "Livin' to Let Die"

[Chorus: Background singers]

This morning, I woke up

Feeling brand new and I jumped up

Feeling my highs, and my lows

In my soul, and my goals

Just to stop smokin, and stop drinkin

And I've been thinkin - I got my reasons

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

[Talib and background singers]

(ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

Just to get (by by by by by by)

(ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

Just to get (by by by by by by)

[Verse 2: Talib]

We keep it gangster say "fo shizzle", "fo sheezy" and "stayin crunk"

its easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk

Yo, I activism - attackin the system, the blacks and latins in prison

Numbers of prison they victim lackin 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

Our 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 and I jumped up

Feeling my high's, and my low's

In my soul, and my goals

Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking

And 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: repeat 2X - with background singers]

Yo yo yo yo, yo

Some people cry,and some people try

Just to get by, for a piece of the pie

You love to eat and get high

We decieve when we lie, and we keepin it fly

Yo yo yo yo, yo

When, the people decide, to keep a disguise

Can't see the eyes, see the evil inside

But there's people you find

Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin the signs yo yo yo yo yo

Snowboarding is for girls :- Riding with your legs apart
 
dude i didnt realize that so many of you listened to People under the stairs

OST is the shit

but seriously listen to some of J-Live's shit

"satisfied" is so good

'Has you ever had an abortion? Surely you should try something before you say it is bad. Because I was very anti-Burger King, but then I went there and I had the flame grilled, ain't it, and you know it was like amazing.'-Ali G

 
can't go wrong with "sittin' in da park" by nas

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners

Henessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissin a

unofficial that smoke woolie thai

I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie

Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver

My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer

Sentence begins indented.. with formality

My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology

Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop

I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block

I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat

Chocolate blunts make him see I'm droppin' my weed smoke

It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines

The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes

Chill on the block with Cog-nac, hold strap

with my peeps that's into drug money, marketin' to rap

No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace

For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya

Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo

With sidebets, so roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!)

Peace God -- now the shit is explained

I'm takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane

It's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all

 
fuck didnt see your post homeboi

and here's an incredible song you all should download. piano beat + the lyrics give me chills every time i hear it

eyedea - a murder of memories

Sometimes gunfire is brighter than the sunshine

And sometimes a child's scream influences every dream

Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinking we've moved on

But no way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen

No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen

No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen

No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen

No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen

It's now twenty-five years later, he's on the brink of forty-three

Still searching for sanity, surveying the floor of his distorted sea

He rememebers high-school friends joking about the war

Never knew what mom was crying for (Never knew what mom was crying for)

The other piece that shines in his mind was a divine first love

Sewn-made, beauty, brown-eyed queen he left behind

He remembers holding her tight, watching the sunset at shore

Never knew what she was crying for (Never knew what she was crying for)

He got the letter in the mail by the middle of his summer

Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his newborn brother

He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger

And he still ducks and covers every time he hears the thunder

He still hears the screams, smells the flesh, tastes the death

Sees the blood, feels the pain, what's to gain, nothing's left

But the slug that remains in his right calf

The bullet laughs every time he cries, and it drives him mad

Trying to sleep, but the visions give him a cold sweat

The war's been over for two decades, but he still hasn't been home yet

And every day he waits and strains to supress his guilt

And forget the horror and the violence; the "kill or be killed"

Fists, they always clenched; teeth, they always grinding

Real life is lost and in a bottle he tries to find it

"It's not fair," he mumbles through a nightmare

Only in a fight for two years and wound up spending his whole life there

(Chorus)

He was face to face with the devil for the welfare of his country

Now he's straining to live but his conscience won't let him

It ain't flashbacks, you have to understand the tragedy, see

He left the war, but the war never left him, see

He left the war, but the war never left him, see

He left the war, but the war never left him, see

He left the war, but the war never left him, see

He left the war...

It's now twenty-five years later, he's on the edge of a park bench

He asked God for hope and found his source non-existant

He sits in the shadows, because the sun burns no more

Now he knows what mom was crying for (Now he knows what mom was crying for)

I used to watch old man in the park

The sights slowly drove fright through my heart

Wishing I could help but not knowing where to start

I'd walk away, curse the world, gush some love and curse some more

Now you know who I've been crying for (Now you know who I've been crying

for)

He threw his medals in the river but they sunk alone

Put shades on his eyes to hide it from the warzone in the sky

He tried to slit his wrists about a month ago

But he's seen so much death, he's scared to life of suicide

If there was only some way he could escape this penitentiary

Goals get bigger and figures it'll chase away his memory

But the dreams only worsen, the scenes almost burst in

He recalls how training took away his right to be a person

Put a gun in his hand, left him to die for the land

The plan was the murder of man (The plan was the murder of man)

Politicians have a dispute to decide to send in troops

But the truth is they just don't understand (They just don't understand)

Now he's running out of time, and running out of energy

But 'til the last day he will fight for the murder of his memories

And although he never got rid of his dog-tags

He still wishes they'd have sent his parents an American flag

 
Nevermind, I say screw any lyrics I said before and replace them with the lyrics of atmosphere's "Shoulda Known" on When live gives you lemons.

Here's my favorite stanza:

I've got a restraining order

Against Satan's daughter

And I keep it at the bottom of this Jamison and water

And when we get there

You can sit there and stare

From behind your mascara and your thick hair

I'm aware of that pain you harbor

The same that gave game to the names you martyr

Apart from the details and substance and whatnot

I f**k's with that hunger of love pistol gut rot

Bloodshot

Give me one shot, my shot

Propped up on enough talk to make time stop

The lines of chalk that benjamin might cop

Killed the illustrations on the neighborhood sidewalks

Then all of a sudden she got silent

Pupils like marbles, hide behind the eyelids

Get away sticks go limping hole place

The smile sucked up most of her face

Truly beauty the scene serene

And each criticism becomes redeemed
 


Bronze Nazareth- black royalty

Royal golden, watch my inner soul flowing

Like leaves in a galilee current towards the ocean

Grab it and smoke one, but don't overdose lungs

I'll trade you these scriptures, if you hand me your guns

Made it for students in the school of life

I could write a sunray author a full moon's light

My words are suturs to a broken future

That stitch clouds together, lift you to God, when we lose ya

I speak planets, think mountains, deep fountains

Bleed messages, tell the welfare kids

Place Saturn's rings around a splattered kid's wig

Send him to Heaven's gates, to earn his severed wings

I great the fallen angels with a second chance

On the blankets of death like winter Indian chants

My thoughts float through the city, homeless men heard me

Found more dreams in my rhymes, than that flask of wild turkey

Open pour it, withdraw it, before we sipped it

Put his bottle in his coat and said "that kid is gifted"

Follow a spiral staircase into my brain wave

Count every step and see exactly where the pain lays

Align my watch with a biological clock

Drag the moon into a womb, tell your child, you could watch

Then maybe you'll never leave, fatherless child as a seed

Black Royalty, our horns, my word crowned in habitat

On the black top, I spoke to Judas, he regreted that

Metal gat, my habits like fresh fleets of heroin

Look close, and saw the map of Detroit streets, in his arm

The city climbed in that old picture of me in the frame

And asked the man it used to know why the fuck I changed

Told him with no expression words be on the page

Written in goblins, ghosts & the hemoglobin of slaves

I drew blood in the shape of the Wu symbol

Wrote rhymes with hieroglyphics, left for mystics in temples

Carefully build each bar, like I welded you a jail

Then smoke from the same plants, black magic used to hail

And blow the residue in the 9/11 wind direction

Stranger than fiction, how those buildings stand as missing

Back in deep thought like a rich man now homeless

Stroke the file like intern's hips and melted moments

This is triumphant warrior over throw

Vivid like my face carved in black foot totem pole

They ask whose the Wu-Tang poet so graphic

They send him towards The Wisemen in he came The Nazareth
 
looove that song

one of my favorite horrible lyrics that makes me laugh is from lil wayne - kush

"she on my dick like a glue stick"
 
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