Do you hate rap? Come on in.

[Rip the Jacker]

Originally posted by: misterj
:music:
Uh!

Yeah!

Why you drive the beat out, man?

Turn my headphones up
I'm serious n*gga
I can't hear out of my left ear

Hold up, n*gga, I need some water!
My throat's dry!
How the f*Ck do you expect me to rhyme
If I can't talk, n*gga?
I'm thirsty!
What is this? Jail, motherf*cker??
:music:

Guess you didnt even read the original post.

 

[Rip the Jacker]

Eclipse
(Waters) 2:04

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."

Wow. Just thinking that you think this is better than what I posted makes me puke.

 

[Rip the Jacker]

Originally posted by: datalink7
Prepare to be pwned


Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd


Speak to Me
(Mason) 1:16

"I've been mad for fvcking years, absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands..."

"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even if you're not mad..."

(Instrumental)


Breathe
(Waters, Gilmour, Wright) 2:44

Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.


On The Run
(Gilmour, Waters) 3:32

[female announcer, announcing flights at airport, including 'Rome']
"Live for today, gone tomorrow, that's me, HaHaHaaaaaa!"

(Instrumental)


Time
(Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) 7:06

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.


Breathe (reprise)
7:06

Home, home again.
I like to be here when I can.
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.


The Great Gig in the Sky
(Wright) 4:44

"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."

"If you can hear this whispering you are dying."

"I never said I was frightened of dying."

(Instrumental)


Money
(Waters) 6:32

Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
Money, it's a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.

Money, get back.
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
Don't give me that do goody good bullsh!t.
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.

Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away.

"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a
bruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"


Us and Them
(Waters, Wright) 7:40

Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.

"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?"

Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.


Brain Damage
(Waters) 3:50

The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

"I can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"


Eclipse
(Waters) 2:04

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."

The Pretender by Jackson Browne

I?m going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
I?m going to pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening rolls around
I?ll go on home and lay my body down
And when the morning light comes streaming in
I?ll get up and do it again
Amen
Say it again
Amen

I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakening
I?ve been aware of the time going by
They say in the end it?s the wink of an eye
And when the morning light comes streaming in
You?ll get up and do it again
Amen

Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle for the legal tender
Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor
Out into the cool of the evening
Strolls the pretender
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there

Ah the laughter of the lovers
As they run through the night
Leaving nothing for the others
But to choose off and fight
And tear at the world with all their might
While the ships bearing their dreams
Sail out of sight

I?m going to find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we?ll fill in the missing colors
In each other?s paint-by-number dreams
And then we?ll put out dark glasses on
And we?ll make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
We?ll get up and do it again
Get it up again

I?m going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Thought true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender

American Pie by Don McLean

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they?d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I?d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn?t take one more step.

I can?t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin? whiskey and rye
Singin?, "this?ll be the day that I die.
"this?ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ?n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you?re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin? in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin? buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin?,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin? whiskey and rye
And singin?, "this?ll be the day that I die.
"this?ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we?ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin? stone,
But that?s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin? whiskey and rye
And singin?, "this?ll be the day that I die.
"this?ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin? whiskey and rye
And singin?, "this?ll be the day that I die.
"this?ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil?s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan?s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin? whiskey and rye
And singin?, "this?ll be the day that I die.
"this?ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I?d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn?t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin? whiskey and rye
Singin?, "this?ll be the day that I die.
"this?ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin? whiskey and rye
Singin?, "this?ll be the day that I die."

Piano Man by Billy Joel

It?s nine o?clock on a saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There?s an old man sitting next to me
Makin? love to his tonic and gin

He says, son, can you play me a memory?
I?m not really sure how it goes
But it?s sad and it?s sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man?s clothes

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Chorus:
Sing us a song, you?re the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we?re all in the mood for a melody
And you?ve got us feelin? alright

Now john at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he?s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there?s someplace that he?d rather be
He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.
As the smile ran away from his face
Well I?m sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Now paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he?s talkin? with davy who?s still in the navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they?re sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it?s better than drinkin? alone

Chorus

It?s a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
?cause he knows that it?s me they?ve been comin? to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, man, what are you doin? here?

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Chorus

Hotel California by The Eagles

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place (background)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year (background)
You can find it here
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes bends
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine
He said
We haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely Place
Such a lovely Place (background)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise (background)
Bring your alibies

Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
Relax said the nightman
We are programed to recieve
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave

Blowin in the Wind by Bob Dylan


How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Okay. Back at you (posting a whole albums lyrics).

In my opinion, Nas's lyrics are far superior to Pink Floyd. You make up your mind after reading all this.




NAS - ILLMATIC






NEW YORK STATE OF MIND

[Intro: Nas]

Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?)
(Word, it's time n!gga?)
Yeah, it's time man (aight n!gga, begin)
Yeah, straight out the fvckin dungeons of rap
Where fake n!ggaz don't make it back
I don't know how to start this sh!t, yo, now

[Verse One: Nas]

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever n!ggaz talk sh!t
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
N!ggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the gr@ss and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an @ss@ssin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin n!ggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my sh!t is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger n!ggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same n!ggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin n!ggaz knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large n!ggaz erasin and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind

["New York state of mine" --> Rakim (repeat 4X)]

[Verse Two: Nas]

Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs
Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks
to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops
But just a n!gga, walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have n!ggaz undressin
Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young b!tches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm livin where the n!ghts is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice
I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your sh!t eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and b!tches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind

["New York state of mind" --> Rakim (repeat 4X)]
["Nasty Nas" --> cut and scratched 8X]










LIFE'S A B!TCH

Life's A B!tch(feat. AZ the Visualiza)
[A] Aiyyo, w@ssup w@ssup let's keep it real son
Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin?
[N] Yea yea
[A] Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin?
[N] Yea yea
[A] Cause we spendin these Jackson's
The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go
[N] I'm sayin, that's what this is all about right?
Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin?
Yo then what man, what?? [echoes]

[Verse One: AZ the Visualiza]
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fvck 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 b!tch and then you die

[Chorus: AZ the Visualiza]
Life's a b!tch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a b!tch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a b!tch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a b!tch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
[-- chorus #1 echoes at the end]

Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a b!tch and then you die
[-- chorus #2 includes these lines, echoes at the end]

[Verse Two: Nas]
I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of @ss smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance, n!ggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fvck tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage

[Chorus]

[Olu Dara plays trumpet until fade]



THE WORLD IS YOURS

It's yours! --> T La Rock

Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock

[PR]Whose world is this?
[Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?It's yours!
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
[Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?

I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words p@ss the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth sh!t that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at n!ght, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like
Perry Mason with pens I'm embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock

[PR]Whose world is this?
[Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
[PR]Whose world is this?
[Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?It's yours!
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
[Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?

To my man Ill Will, God bless your lifeIt's yours!
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip we box up crazy b!tches aimin guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housin police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul
The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child
Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's l@sso, sh!t is a h@ssle
There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays
of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Born in correction all the wrong sh!t I did, he'll lead a right direction
How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker

It's yours!

Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock

[PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
[PR]Whose world is this?
[Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?It's yours!
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
[Nas]Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
[PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?It's yours!
[PR]Break it down

*Pete Rock cuts and scratches It's yours!*

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new n!gga, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin big Willie style
Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
people play, bust the problems of the world today

It's yours!

Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock

[PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
[PR]Whose world is this?
[Nas]The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?It's yours!
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
[Nas]Yeah... the world is yours, the world is yours
[PR]It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?It's yours!
Break it down

Yea aight?
To everybody in Queens, the foundationIt's yours!
The world is yours
To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yoursIt's yours!
The world is yours
To everybody in Brooklyn
Y'all know the world is yoursIt's yours!
The world is yours
Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yoursIt's yours!
Long Island, the world is yoursIt's yours!
Staten Island, yea the world is yoursIt's yours!
South Bronx, the world is yoursIt's yours!
Aight

*Pete Rock keeps cuttin and scratchin It's yours! to fade*






HALFTIME

Right...

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area
About to cause m@ss hysteria

Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Mlcom X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flava, Im major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cuz I'm am ace when I face the b@ss
40 side is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the feds
And aint' a damn thing gonna change
?'m a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

Right...
It's halftime...

It's like that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own rhyme
Cuz I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like c@ssettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps cuz I thought n!ggaz wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the phucking man
I rap in front of more n!ggaz than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a lovely human
But not a bisexual, I'm an intellectual
Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
Cuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the b@ss and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fould whenever I freestyle
I see trial n!ggaz say I'm wow
I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

Right...
It's halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the narcs hit
Word to marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
Cuz when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and let's lay
I bag b!tches up at John Jay and hit a mantinee
Putting hits on 5-0
Cuz when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhatten, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enuff props, enuff clout
Illwill, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

Right...
It's still halftime



MEMORY LANE

(Check that sh!t)
Aight fvck that sh!t, word word
Fvck that other sh!t, youknowhatI'msayin?
We gon' do a little somethin like this, yaknahmsayin?
(Is they up on this?)
Keep it on and on and on and on and..
KnowhatI'msayin? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what it is?
(What it is like?) Hah, knowhatI'msayin?
Yo go 'head, do that sh!t n!gga

[Nas]
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school n!ggaz, then I be dissin a
unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, g@ssed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fvck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a differencem 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
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous n!ghttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cog-nac, hold strap
with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For n!ggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!)
Peace God -- now the sh!t is explained
I'm takin n!ggaz 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

Chorus: repeat scratches 4X

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" -> BizMarkie
"Comin outta Queensbridge"

[Nas]
One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize n!ggaz deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin for somethin, some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hangin n!ggaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that n!gga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fvck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

Chorus

"Comin outta Queensbridge" -> scratched

The most dangerous MC is..
"Comin outta Queensbridge" -> scratched

The most dangerous MC is..
"Comin outta Queensbridge" -> scratched

The most dangerous MC is..
"Comin outta Queensbridge" -> scratched

The most dangerous MC is..
Me numba won, and you know where me from


ONE LOVE

Verse One:

what up kid? i know sh!t is rough doing your bid
when the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
but fvck it black, no time for looking back it's done
plus congratulations you know you got a son
i heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?
told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
flippin, talk about he acts too rough
he didn't listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff
i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
fvcking with the n!ggaz from that fake crew that hate you
but yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
jeromes niece, on her way home from jones beach, its bugged
plus little rob is selling drugs all the time
hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's
and n!ght time is more trife than ever
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
if so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
say wh@ssup to herb, ice and bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commisary
You was my n!gga when push came to shove
One what? one love

Verse Two:

dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
out in new york the same sh!t is going on
the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
hold, check out the story yesterday when i was walking
the n!gga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin something
word to mother, i heard him fronting
and he be pumping on your block
your man gave him your glock
and now they run together, what up son, whatever
since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease
i heard you blew a n!gga with he ask for the phone piece,
whylin' on the island, but now in Elmira
better chill 'cos them n!ggaz will put that @ss on fire
last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
but maintain when you come home the corner's ours
on the reals, all these crab n!ggaz know the deal
when we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
but chill, see you on the next v i
i gave your mom dukes loot for kicks
plus sent ya flicks
your brother's buck whylin' and four maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come home i play it low key
so stay civilised, time flies
though incarcerated your mind [dies]
i hate it when your moms cries
it kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a
i've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
for one love

Verse Three:

sometimes i sit back with a budda sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in school text books, bibles, etcetera
fvck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-a
so i be ghost from my projects
i take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' L's while i'm sleep'
on a two day stay, you may say i need the time alone
to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
you see the streets have me stressed something terrible
fvcking with the corners have a n!gga up in belle vue
or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
a future in a maximum state pen is grim
so i comes back home, nobody's helping shorty doowop
i roll two phillies together in the pen we call them oowops
he said nas, n!ggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
so i wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
he inhailed so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
started coughing when i peeked to watch me speak
i sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
we was chillin' on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
i took the L when he p@ssed it, this little bastard
keeps me blasted he starts talking mad sh!t
i had to school him, told him don't let n!ggaz fool him
'cos when the pistol blows a shot the one that's murdered be the cool one
tough luck when n!ggaz are struck, families fvcked up
could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
in a crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
then i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only the blow the herb smoke through my nose
and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose
there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for jake shorty wop
one love

ONE TIME 4 YOUR MIND

Intro: Nas and Large Professor

Yeah, it's Illmatic (yeah)
It's Illmatic (yeah!)
It's Illmatic, huh
(yeah kick that sh!t)

[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] Yeah whatever
[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] Yo whatever
[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time
Aiyyo Nas (whattup Paul) kick that fvckin rhyme

Verse One: Nas

Check it out
When I'm chillin, I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin and root for the villian, huh
Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes some odd seconds
That's where I got the honey at, spends the n!ght for sexing
Cheap lubrication, Lifestyle protection
Picking up my stereo's remote control quickly
Ron G's in the c@ssette deck, rockin the sh!t, G
I try to stay mellow, rock, well acapella rhymes'll
make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella fella
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops
Got n!ggaz who's born, I shot my way out my Mom Dukes
When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty wop
Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top, yeah

Chorus: Nas and Large Professor

[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] Yeah whatever
[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] It sound clever
[LP] Hey yo Nas, fvck that, man that sh!t was fat
But kick that for them gangstas man, fvck all that

Verse Two: Nas

Right, right, what up n!ggaz, how y'all, it's Nasty the villian
I'm still writin rhymes but besides that I'm chillin
I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid
Sh!t, cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid
But I'ma lamp, cuz a crime couldn't beat a rhyme
N!ggaz catching 3 to 9's, Muslims yelling free the mind
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to many places
as a kid when I would say that out of town, n!ggaz chased us
But now I know the time, got a older mind
Plus control a nine, fine, see now I represent mine
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never heard of me
Yet I'm a meance, yo, police wanna murder me
Heine(ken) Dark drinker, represent the thinker
My pen rides the paper, it even has blinkers
Think I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates
Floating like I'm on the North 95 Interstate
Never plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot
And expand alot from the Wiz to Camelot
The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop Pah
I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car
From day to n!ght, I play the mic and you'll thank God
I wreck sh!t so much, the microphone'll need a paint job
My brain is incarcerated
Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided
I hold a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand
I contact 11 L's and max in heaven

Outro: Nas, Large Professor, and ?

[LP] Yo, one time 4 your mind, one time
[?] It sound clever
[LP] But one time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] Yeah whatever
[LP] One time 4 your mind, one time
[Nas] Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine
[?] Yeah that sh!t was greasy fat Paul, knowhatI'msayin?
But check it, you gotta another verse for me
I want you to kick it, youknowhatI'msayin?
Kick that sh!t from the projects...








REPRESENT

Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X)

Straight up sh!t is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, n!ggaz tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare
at the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North
before we get the four pounders, and take their face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
the fronters, wannabe ill n!ggaz and spot runners
Thinkin it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em
and leave em done, won't even run about Gods
I don't believe in none of that sh!t, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Pullin a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X)

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller
who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed
When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess
Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committin sins and my friends sell crack
This n!gga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the sh!t from day one
cause life ain't sh!t but stress fake n!ggaz and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of n!gga who be pissin in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicKs and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

Represent, represent!! (repeat 3X)

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up every mornin, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us runnin from cops
If it wasn't hangin out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breakin the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man
Fvck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but fvck bein the wanted man
but if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get live too
with Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit
My sh!t is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly b!tches and thugs
Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

Represent y'all, represent!! (repeat 4X)

One time for your motherfvckin mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
that's livin the real fvckin life
And every projects, all over
To my man, Big Will he's still here *echoes*
The 40 side of Vernon
My man Big L.E.S.
Big Cee-Lo from the Don
Shawn Penn, the 40 busters
My crew the shorty busters
The 41st side of Vernon posse
The Goodfellas
My man Cormega, Lakid Kid
Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies
My man Slate, Wallethead
Black Jay, Big Oogi
Crazy barrio spot (Big Dove)
We rock sh!t, Ph.D
And my man Primo, from GangStarr
(Ninety-four real sh!t y'all, Harry O!)
Fvck y'all crab @ss n!ggaz though...
(Yeah, b!tch @ss n!ggas! *etc.*)


IT AIN'T HARD TO TELL

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

The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the b@ss up
Nas, stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el
Inhale from the L, school a fool well, you feel it like braille
It ain't hard to tell, I kick the skill like Shaquille holds a pill
Vocabulary spills I'm Ill
plus Matic, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek
Jam like a tech with correct techniques
So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabatoge me
I leave em froze like her-on in your nose
Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell

This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen
I'll leave your brain stimulated, n!ggaz is frozen
Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again
Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop
I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles
Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova
You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stallone in Cobra
Packin like a rasta in the weed spot
Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdropT
Though they need not to sneak
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas's raps should be locked in a cell
It ain't hard to tell

END OF ILLMATIC


MOS DEF - HIP HOP

Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape
Now let it fall... (Hungh!!)
My restlessness is my nemesis
It's hard to really chill and sit still
Committed to page, I write rhymes
Sometimes won't finish for days
Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature
I mathematically add-minister
Subtract the wack
Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling that
(Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black,
You know the motto
Stay fluid even in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow
There's the hum, young man where you from
Brooklyn number one
Native son, speaking in the native tongue
I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is)
While you still try to follow where it is
I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies
Violently, silently
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the king's English
But caught a rash on my lips
So now my chat just like dis
Long range from the base-line (switch)
Move like an apparition
Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape
Putting food on your plate
Many crews can relate
Who choosing your fate (yo)
We went from picking cotton
To chain gang line chopping
To Be-Bopping
To Hip-Hopping
Blues people got the blue chip stock option
Invisible man, got the whole world watching
(where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,
All over your map
I'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hop
Where you can either get paid or get shot
When your product in stock
The fair-weather friends flock
When your chart position drop
Then the phone calls....
Chill for a minute
Let's see whoelse tops
Snatch your shelf spot
Don't gas yourself ock
The industry just a better built cell block
A long way from the shell tops
And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...)

*scratching*

Hip Hop is prosecution evidence
The out of court settlement
Ad space for liquor
Sick without benefits (hungh!)
Luxury tenements choking the skyline
It's low life getting tree-top high
Here there's a back water remedy
Bitter and tender memory
A class E felony
Facing the death penalty (hungh!)
Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
Violently competitive, a school unacredited
The break beats you get broken with
on time and inappropriate
Hip Hop went from selling crack to smoking it
Medicine for loneliness
Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy
Propers to B-Boys getting busy
The war-time snap shot
The working man's jack-pot
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Olympic spnosor of the black glock
Gold medalist in the back shot
From the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo)
It's all city like phase two
Hip Hop will simply amaze you
Craze you, pay you
Do whatever you say do
But black, it can't save you



COMMON - I USED TO LOVE HER

I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
Ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few new york n!ggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
Because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I?d be geeked when she?d come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her
Verse two:
Now periodically I would see
Ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn?t have a body but she started gettin thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
In a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that?s how we got close
But then she broke to the west coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And I?m a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in l.a.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, afrocentricity, was of the past
So she got into r&b hip-house b@ss and jazz
Now black music is black music and it?s all good
I wasn?t salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle sh!t
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung
Verse three:
I might?ve failed to mention that the sh!t was creative
But once the man got you well he altered the native
Told her if she got an energetic gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she?s universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb sh!t, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now she?s a gangsta rollin with gangsta b!tches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fvcks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I?m committed, but so many n!ggaz hit it
That she?s just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see n!ggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But i?ma take her back hopin that the sh!t stop
Cause who I?m talkin bout y?all is hip-hop

KILLAH PRIEST - B.I.B.L.E.

(Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth)
(Ft. Killah Priest)

Basic instructions before leavin' Earth
Basic instructions before leavin' Earth
Basic instructions before leavin' Earth

ChorusX2)
Life is a test, many quest the universe
N' through my research, I felt the joy N' the hurt
The first shall be last N' the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leavin' Earth

(Killah Priest)
Knowledge this wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve
I love doin' right but I was trapped in Hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes N' tears
Years of fear, but yo my foes couldn't bear
I searched for the truth since my youth
N' went to church since birth, but it wasn't worth the loot
That I was payin', plus the prayin'
I didn't like stayin' cuz of bizzie-bodies
N' dizzy-hotties
That the preach-ass souped up with lies
Had couped up, lookin' at loot, butt N' thighs
During the service, he swallowed up the poor
N' after they heard this, they wallowed on the floor
But I ignored, N' explored my history that was untold
N' watched mysteries unfold
N' dropped the jewel like Solomon, but never followed men
Cuz if you do your brain is more hollow then
Space oblivia, or the abyss
With no trace of trivia, left with the hiss
Does it pay to be deaf, dumb, or blind
From a slave he was kept from the mind
N' from a caves he crept from behind
N' what he gave was the sect of the swine
When the bible, that condemned the pig
I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your wigs
But we used to wear a turban, but now were in the urban
No more wearin' beanies or dress like the genie
No hocus pocus cuz I focus on the facts
N' put it on the track or brought it through the wax
I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time
N' too much knowledge, it might break up the ryhme
I did it anyway, just to wake up the mind
Of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet
Those who sit at home, or sell books by the market
Need to chill N' get their mind revived
For years, religion did nothing but divide

chorus(X2)

I strolled through the books of Job to unfold
N' opened bibles, instead of hopin' on revivals
Callin' on his name N' screaming Halleluja
When he hardly knew ya, that's how the devils fooled ya
See, look into my eyes brethren, that's the lies of a Reverend
Why should you die to go to heaven
The Earth is already in space
The bible I embrace
A difficult task I had to take
I studied till my eyes was swollen
N' only arose when I found out that we were the chosen
I deal with the truth N' build with the youth
N' teach my son as he kneels on the stoop
Son, life is a pool of sin, corrupted with foolish men
N' women with wicked minds who build picket signs
To legalize abortion, the evil eye extortion
I quiz some with my wisdom
Before I converted I was perverted
N' knowledge was asserted
The study of wisdom, I perferred it
The understandin', it gave

 

[SP33Demon]

I think you are missing the point, ItmPls. You claim that possessing a big vocabulary and making it flow is your definition of the best lyrics. In that case, Canibus would beat anyone alive because he's more educated (college degree) and has a gift for making big words rhyme. Yet, although his lyrics are extraordinary he still isn't going to be remembered more than others such as: the R, Nas, Pac, Em, PE, or Big. Nor will he be considered "better" than any of them by the majority of hiphop guru's. Yet, from an intelligence standpoint, he has all of them beat.

A lot more than lyrical content is involved when achieving legendary status: flow and delivery, ability to paint a picture, message conveyed, and timeframe the music was released (in a historic sense). You can pick any one of the guys above: the R, Nas, Pac, Em, PE, or Big and know why they are legends. Why do you prefer some of their music above huge vocabulary rap? Why did 2Pac have a subpar vocabulary, yet is regarded as the best rapper alive by the majority? Why is Public Enemy a legend, their lyrics were highly simplistic. Why is Rakim such a legend when most of his content is battle rapping?

Many of these guys possessed something unique that was never brought to the table: new flow/style/message/delivery and/or pioneers in it.

Rakim was a pioneer for battle rapping/bravado, he turned hiphop and rap upside down on their heads. Noone had ever heard such a smooth flow and delivery with that type of content at the time. Are there many better than him lyrically? Are there songs that lyrically destroy the one you posted? Hundreds. I could post 5 songs by Canibus that all have a larger vocab and flow at the same time.

However, don't get it confused, Rakim was a pioneer and a leader, he was number one in his prime. Canibus will never achieve that level. Everything is relative to its time period. To claim that one pioneer, Rakim, is better than another pioneer (Dylan) over different genre's is just absurd. It's like saying Shaq is better at basketball today than Jackie Robinson was at baseball back in the day. Or comparing a Rembrandt to a Monet: it's all art, and art is subjective. Yet you cannot deny that both revolutionized the scene.

 

[DaShen]

Rap used to be pretty good back in the day. It had an urban feel -- great tempo and rhythm. Nowadays, it is all gangsta rap, that takls about killing, raping, pimping, or stealing. Bunch of crap.

 

[The Linuxator]

Anybody that listens to rap beyond any other reason than making fun of it is a DULL PERSON, that will hit rock bottom soon.

 

[The Linuxator]

Oh ya I forget : FCK RAP AND FCK HIP-HOP they are but hindrance for the development of the African-Amrican society, and a tool for making money out of them.

 

[SWScorch]

I like rap, but at the moment these are my favorite lyrics. Just try to beat these:

Lead me to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
Pour sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt
(Keeping Sodom at night at bay)

Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
None better
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

 

[GhettoPeanut]

that blows, there are so few good rappers out there that are actually one the readio.

see, its ppl like you that make people who already dont like rap, hate it.

http://www.lyricsondemand.com/s/sagefrancislyrics/heybobbylyrics.html
Hey Bobby Lyrics
AUTHOR: Sage Francis

 

[Munky]

Two pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic
Thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic
Mic is volcanic,...

Then explain to me the meaning of this gibberish, in particular how does one phrase relate to the others around it?

All I see in the OP is:

blah blah blah...
I'm the greatest rapper...
<insert more gibberish here>
blah blah blah...

 

[yukichigai]

- Just once, I would like to hear you scream in pain.
- Play some rap music.

Bruce Willis is a surprisingly funny man.

 

[ArmchairAthlete]

I don't listen to music for lyrics.

 

[OrByte]

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: DrPizza

Originally posted by: ItmPls
Comparing the best rappers to any other artist from any other genre of music is like comparing essays from College (rap) to High School (any other genre)

Look... I'm sure you were impressed in kindergarten or first grade with
"Roses are red,
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and you are too"

you were probably saying "wow, incredible, it rhymes!"

The mere fact that it rhymes has nothing to do with the talent.
In fact, except for the words that rhyme, the majority of it is at about a 4th grade vocabulary. I'd bet you could give a bunch of words that rhyme to junior high school kids, then have them make up "rap" using those words. They'd probably come up with something just as good.

Instead of lyrics that say little more than "I think I'm the sh!t"
these are lyrics (Rush - Countdown) about a space shuttle launch:

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline
Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount
The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology...high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers high in the air
In fascination
With the eyes of the world
We stare..

Okay. I'll post lyrics with more description and storytelling...

Broken glass in the hallway bloodstained floors
Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
N!ggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, sh!t is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six n!ggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five n!ggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four n!ggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth n!gga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake sh!t
Fake sh!t -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fvckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

and what does the above lyrics mean to you exactly? can you relate to this lifestyle? do you WANT to relate to this lifestyle? Do you wish you were like that? OR do you give the writer "street props" because he wrote about life in the ghetto?

people have been writing about life in the ghetto for a long time..for generations even.. And most of the time, it is done more eloquently than rap. Rap is just trash people buy into because of the bling lifestyle. Any rapper that says any different isnt making money, and doesnt have "street cred" and therefore, is junk.

please. its all ridiculous. But by the tone of your posts, you are just here to troll anyway.

 

[yukichigai]

I'll tell you what rap I do like: mc chris. You may know him as MC Pee Pants.

:music:I want candy, bubblegum and taffy...:music:

 

[Poulsonator]

Originally posted by: tcsenter
I am absolutely positive there are two...three...maybe even four literate rap artists with triple digit IQs.

Lyrics are only half the composition and I cannot stomach listening to purely synthesizer-generated and sampled arrangment by people who couldn't show you chord of C on a guitar, any keys of C on a piano, and couldn't play drums to save their own life. The difference is akin to script kiddies who couldn't write their own code to save their lives and real hackers.

I dig the musical element most. Many of my favorite songs I learned the lyrics to only AFTER gravitating to the music. Others I still don't know what the lyrics are, but the music says it all. Music ain't music without MUSICIANS.

AMEN! I'm so glad I'm a fan of MUSIC. Lyrics have never mattered to me in the least; it's always been how the song SOUNDS. Lyrics posted on a page don't mean anything to me without music to finish story.

I consider myself one of the most open-minded listeners when it comes to music, and reading some of these posts just boggle my mind.

 

[The Linuxator]

MC PEE PANTS? Go on please I am listening.

 

[The Linuxator]

Last year @ the university that I attend I used to see this guy that had debts up till his nose but still managed to put a $ 2000 chrome spinner wheels set on his 20 years rusty old boat and a $ 1000 dollars sound system (God knows how he managed that cough....cough...fckn...thief..cough), I laughed my ass off, go feed your kids or something YOU FCKN RETRD you are a piece of sh!t from my view point, you are not cool you are dumb, how can he be cool ? Is it because he listens to Hip-Hop and "gangsta rap" that all those so called "rap stars" wouldn't give a fine sh!t if he dies or lives !!? What kind of logic is that ?
You are not "slick" you are a WHORE for the media that is sending the likes of you down the toilet you TURD, and BTW WTF are you doing here sucking all that financial aid and scholarship money that others are in disperate need of, for some real education ?
You dumbass will never make it past the 1st semester. and I was right he ended up in jail. totally fckn deserved it that a$$hole.

 

[AstroCreep]

Originally posted by: ironcrotch
underground hip hop >

:thumbsup: There ya go.

I'm not a big fan of rap myself, but I dig a little hip hop (like Jurassic 5 a few years back).
The thing I hate the most about rap is the ignorance it conveys. Sure, maybe it has a 'point' (again, I'm not a fan so I'm not going to argue whether it has a positive message or not), but the deliberate mispronunciation of words, the crotch-grabbing, the womanizing, the homophobia, the racism (yeah, it exists) are all things that we could probably do without.
And yes, I know a lot of the above metnioned things occur in other forms of music, and we could do with out them too, but the whole rap/hip hop 'culture' (or lack thereof) is being spread by everyone, everywhere.
I mean, McDonald's commercials, anyone?

And with that I leave you with a lyric from Tupac:
"Life is a Big Mac".

I think we can all appreciate what that really means.
(yeah, that was sarcasm)

 

[MartyMcFly3]

SOME Rap Artists I listen to:
1. Bone Thugz n Harmony
2. Coolio
3. Eminem
4. MC Hammer
5. Nas
6. Puff Daddy
7. Shaggy
8. Sugar Hill Gang
9. Vanilla Ice

Reasons why:
1. They did a song called "Home" that I like. It sampled Phil Collins. Can't really understand what they say though.
2. Although he basically sampled Pasttime Paradise, I'll give Coolio full credit for Gangster's Paradise and his other raps. (mainly I never heard of Pasttime Paradise until I looked it up)
3. Stan - Dido. Though he has some other stuff worthy of listening to.
4. Novelty reasons alone, that and he used the beat to Super Freak by Rick James.
5. The only song i listen to of Nas is "I Can" and that uses Fur Elise in the background.
6. Only song of his I like is the one that samples Kashmir by Led Zeppelin.
7. Mr. Boombastic = Let's Get it on by Marvin Gaye. Angel = Joker by Steve Miller Band.
8. Rappers Delight... uses Good Times by Chic
9. Novelty reasons alone, and samples Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie.

There are a few exceptions (i listen to others as well), but I think the only reason I like most of the rap songs I listen to, is because I like the originals.

I am by no means a fan of rap. I pretty much listen to anything except for MOST rap/country. Both those genres have some songs that are actually decent though.

Regardless, ItmPls is just being ignorant. There's really no point in arguing with him because no matter what he will think that Rakim/Nas/whoever are the Shakespeare's of music compared to the guy who wrote "Here I sit, Broken Hearted, tried to sh!t but only farted" in a urinal (which according to him would consist of The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, The Eagles, Simon and Garfunkel, etc.)

 

[exilera]

Originally posted by: ItmPls
inspired by all these fvcking rap hating threads...

Do you hate rap? Good.

Now post some lyrics that can top this.

Rakim - When I'm Flowin

Yes yes y'all I still fiend by any means
to flow and I go through extremes don't intervene
My adventures show like a three dimensional screen
Cause I mention many things and I'm presentin many scenes
Guess I'm telegraphic, motions energentic
Better tell em forget it, cause I'm telekinetic
Crowds is screamin, I choke the mic and keep squeezin
Styles seemin like I used a thousand words without breathin
Bustin techs like Russian Roulette I doubt you win
Freestyles like hand grenades without the pin
Composin, then leave the mic full of corrosion
Don't test this, or best to expects this explosion
At shows I spit flows with seven deadly venoms
Killin syllables with poisonous synonyms in em
Ideas is blowin, mics is blowin
from what I'm showin, see it, I keep it goin when I'm flowin

When I'm flowin, theoretically speakin like a drummer
I take you through the streets to the parks in the summer
or illustrate, a time and place you never been in
and make you focus on the future after seein the beginning
And my style wilds, like Miles on the trumpet
Volume dial was kind of low, need to pump it
Up another notch turn the dial til it stops
More watts you got, more things to watch
Third eye's wide open, you're focused on the theory
Keep scopin til you hear me, words is spoken clearly
It's no smokescreens on the scenes that I'm showin
Man I keep it goin, damn I keep it flowin

Two pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic
Thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic
Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet
I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic
Now, I'm internationally known, mental capacities blown
I hope your microphone's accident prone
Raw footage is shown, but only showin scenes of my own
Leavin your periphereal vision in a zone
But not the twilight, from the insight that I write
and recite, in my mic'll be bright, cause I like
the night glowin, it's out of sight when I'm showin
Man I keep it goin, damn I keep it flowin

Yo, accurate tactics "Make Em Clap to This"
When I "Move the Crowd", my "Rhythm" still don't miss
Breeze through melodies cause "It's Been A Long Time"
My "Lyrics" is "Fury" and rappers hate to hear me rhyme
Every antidote that I quote, is "No Joke"
Nobody's smilin "In The Ghetto" from the notes I wrote
My high techniques wreck and disrepect beats
Have you "Follow-in The Leader" up and down the streets
So "Kick Along" as I rip a song with pull
As the rhyme goes on I get "Paid In Full"
It's Rakim, I'm indicatin rhymes for the showin
Check it out y'all, I keep it goin when I'm flowin

Straight up, Rakim Allah the Fiend of the Microphone still flowin
You know? One love to ? comin through your livin room soon, straight up
?, one love
The whole tri-state, one love
Rakim Allah baby, y'know?
It's on, what, check it out y'all, check it out











That's what I thought. You can't And don't post some bullsh!t kiddie rhymes

That's the most idiotic thing I've ever read. Rap is stupid, useless and should be banned.

 

[exilera]

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: Snatchface

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: Snatchface
Rap is not worthy of my contempt. Not really even music. Just a bunch of retards yelling at each other. That about sums it up.

I guess you didn't read my post?

Your original post proves my point.

Well, Rakim isn't a retard and he isn't yelling.

You lost.

Rap is sh*t, and you're a dumbass, so I guess it would stand to reason you like that crap.

 

[exilera]

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: Rebasxer
Are you really implying that Rakim is a better song writer than Dylan

:music: Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?:music:

I'm implying he's lyrically light years ahead of Dylan.

Bwahahaha!

 

[Rip the Jacker]

Originally posted by: exilera

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: Rebasxer
Are you really implying that Rakim is a better song writer than Dylan

:music: Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?:music:

I'm implying he's lyrically light years ahead of Dylan.

Bwahahaha!

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[exilera]

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: DrPizza

Originally posted by: ItmPls
Comparing the best rappers to any other artist from any other genre of music is like comparing essays from College (rap) to High School (any other genre)

Look... I'm sure you were impressed in kindergarten or first grade with
"Roses are red,
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and you are too"

you were probably saying "wow, incredible, it rhymes!"

The mere fact that it rhymes has nothing to do with the talent.
In fact, except for the words that rhyme, the majority of it is at about a 4th grade vocabulary. I'd bet you could give a bunch of words that rhyme to junior high school kids, then have them make up "rap" using those words. They'd probably come up with something just as good.

Instead of lyrics that say little more than "I think I'm the sh!t"
these are lyrics (Rush - Countdown) about a space shuttle launch:

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline
Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount
The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology...high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers high in the air
In fascination
With the eyes of the world
We stare..

Okay. I'll post lyrics with more description and storytelling...

Broken glass in the hallway bloodstained floors
Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
N!ggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, sh!t is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six n!ggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five n!ggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four n!ggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth n!gga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake sh!t
Fake sh!t -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fvckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

Complete crap. It's a theme with you, it seems. Everything you've posted is about killing and gloating about the lyrisict (if you can call them that) trying to brag about how "hard" they are. Complete and utter crap.

 

[Rip the Jacker]

Originally posted by: exilera

Originally posted by: ItmPls

Originally posted by: DrPizza

Originally posted by: ItmPls
Comparing the best rappers to any other artist from any other genre of music is like comparing essays from College (rap) to High School (any other genre)

Look... I'm sure you were impressed in kindergarten or first grade with
"Roses are red,
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and you are too"

you were probably saying "wow, incredible, it rhymes!"

The mere fact that it rhymes has nothing to do with the talent.
In fact, except for the words that rhyme, the majority of it is at about a 4th grade vocabulary. I'd bet you could give a bunch of words that rhyme to junior high school kids, then have them make up "rap" using those words. They'd probably come up with something just as good.

Instead of lyrics that say little more than "I think I'm the sh!t"
these are lyrics (Rush - Countdown) about a space shuttle launch:

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline
Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount
The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology...high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers high in the air
In fascination
With the eyes of the world
We stare..

Okay. I'll post lyrics with more description and storytelling...

Broken glass in the hallway bloodstained floors
Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
N!ggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, sh!t is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six n!ggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five n!ggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four n!ggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth n!gga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake sh!t
Fake sh!t -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fvckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

Complete crap. It's a theme with you, it seems. Everything you've posted is about killing and gloating about the lyrisict (if you can call them that) trying to brag about how "hard" they are. Complete and utter crap.

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