favorite Hip Hop lyrics

okay, bored as fuck here...why is Seattle taking so damn long to embrace hip hop?!?!
shit, post some hip hop you gals/guys are feelin'...

~MR.LIF- "Lif On The Plantation"~
Rise and shine!
Yet another day to toss away
What does my clock display?
It says eight
Shit, I'm late for work again, so then
I dip with my pad and my pen
Step into the work place with my work face
Wince at my time card cuz I'm scarred
Mad cuz I sacrifice my day and gets me
A trifling hourly wage of six fifty, nifty
Now I'm off to slave quarters
With a whole bunch of other people's sons and daughters
Working so they can be mothers and fathers
Laboring real hard, hoping the boss offers
More petty cash to his bums and paupers
Kissing his ass cuz they hoping they prosper
Here's the math:
You work a thirty a day, away
The government takes a thirty a check, correct
You go home and drink cuz you don't get
An ounce of respect, and your spirit is wrecked
Life is a gift to be enjoyed, every second every minute
It's temporary, not infinite
Yet I find myself looking at the clock
hoping for the day to fly by, so I ask myself "Why?"
I'm doing this remedial work for second graders
I'm an educator with mega-flavor, so
Maybe I should just jump up and get ill
Maybe I should let these people know they're being killed
Maybe I should try my very best to chill, and get paid
Cuz I gotta pay bills, raa!

"Excuse me brother, can you please stop making that noise
so I can talk? Thank you. Now the boss says he wants you to come up
with more copies of these checks, and the last thing he wants is you to
move the desk to the basement, and can I have this stapler?"
("Hey there champ, big boss man says you been late
3 days in a row, better sharpen up")

Aw, this fucking place sucks - same shit everyday
Like to wring the boss' neck though, if only dreams could come true

Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross
I guess he got caught up in my mental holocaust
How much did it cost?
Just a little piece of my mind for peace of mind
"But he's bleeding!"
Oh no, leave him. He'll be fine
He'll heal on his own
if you just give him some time
Considering the fact that his face is misaligned
His legs are over there lying right next to his spine
"Lunchtime!" Huh? Oh, Jesus, must have been daydreaming
My boss walks by, he's looking just like an asshole
Smiling because he jerks niggas for minimum cash flow
He's cool to my face but I swear I heard him laugh though
Tickled by the fact that I'm the modern day Sambo
And just when I think that I'm about to go Rambo
I call up my man and he says he understands, yo
We all are being murdered by a similar process
Whether you work at the candy store
Or slave at the office
The purpose of our life is just to serve the economy
They misinform our minds to paint a picture of harmony
But if you listen then you know that shits out of tune
Cuz the function of our life is just to work and consume
Fuck reaching out to help the next, there ain't any room
Just close your eyes and block your ears and march to your doom
But since I really ain't getting paid for my time
I pulled out my pen and started writing a rhyme
Can't you see that I'm busy, jerk?
Don't you dare approach me with busy work
Take another step and get hurt
By the man that embodies mad years of anger
A cool bro, soon to be the Boston Strangler
Everything inside of me is about to erupt
Cuz a righteous individual just likes to corrupt
I knew he'd lock me up if I started a brawl
So I deaden, and I punch the clock the fuck off the wall

"Yea that's right motherfucker
you can't keep underpaying people and mistreating them all the time
That's gonna resort to crime.
As a matter of fact, you know what?
Faks, yo cut this motherfucker, man."

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aesop rock-no regrets-from labor days
atmosphere-the woman with the tattooed hands-from lucy ford ep's

check em out, I'm too lazy too write them down

first and foremost: BDP - MY PHILOSOPHY...

then

east flatbush project - tried by twevle
mobb deep - shook ones pt. 2(esp. the first verse)
a tribe called quest - sucka nigger

and my favorite battle song of all time
organized confusion - bring it on

"fuckin with me cause i am teenager with a little bit a gold and a pager. searchin my car lookin for the product thinkin' every nigga is sellin' narcotics"

Ice Cube (NWA)

When we got to my room she started actin nervous
Sat down and said "lets order room service"
I said "bitch, what are ya smokin?
A big fat dick comin from East Oakland"
I stuck it in her mouth she started moanin
I said "hang up, get off my telephone, bitch"
I put the game down immediately
I'm a vet from the town started freakin them freaks
And once they started, they couldn't stop
I fuck em for awhile then I kick back and watch
Two bitches at the same time
And neither one of these hoes is mine


Ahh. i love those lyrics. Mainly because i live near Oakland. (it's not really Hip hop, but the only other Hip hop i listen to is German, and i can't translate it, let alone figure it out)

"i put gum on my ass, 'cause i like to pop shit."

and pretty much everything else The Black Sheep said.

you actually LIKE the lyrics to this song? i mean, i've always thought the beat was incredibly dope, but the lyrics lacked substance...
why?-track 3 (it sucks that they refuse to title their songs)-split

"And we started to begin"- Eazy E

LONG-
Public Enemy- Revolutionary Generation
I get down to what it is
And if it ain't funky (see ya)
People askin' me what's goin' on
With my mind
(Huh) wait a minute

It's just a matter of race
Cause a black male's in their face
Step back for the new jack swing
On the platter scatter huh
We got our own thing
Just jam to let the rhyth run
Day to day, America eats it's young
And defeats our women
There is a gap so wide we all can swim in
Drown in (uh get down) an get it
Got it goin' on wit it
Sister (hey) soul sister
We goin' be all right
It takes a man to take a stand
Understand it takes a
Woman to make a stronger man
(As we both get strong)
They'll call me a crazy Asiatic
While I'm singin' a song
O my god, oh my lord

I can't hold back
But I get exact on a track
It's an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
Forget about me
Just set my sister free
R-e-s-p-e-c-t my siters, not my enemy
(Cause we'll be stronger together)
And make the suckers say
(Damn) this generation

They don't know what we got goin' is (sound)
To turn it all around
To my sisters I communicate
With the bass and tone
Thru speakers and the microphone
Cause I'm tired of America dissin' my sisters
(For example, like they dissed Tawana)
And they try to say she's a liar
My people don't believe it
But even now they're getting higher
Of the feeling inspiration
We must know that in this nation
Every single generation
(They teach us how to dis our sisters)
Stange as you say, I say revolution
Need for change brings on revolution
The great book just look see solution

God chooses who and what for the bruisin'
There's been no justice for none
Of my sisters
Just us been the ones that's been missin' her
Now we got to protect
We get together and damn this generation

I said so to what it is
Where it is
She needs a li'l respect
There it is
I say she needs a lotta
Brother from a mother like me has gotta
Give it up
Give it now
And pass it all around
To my soul (sister)

They disrespected mama and treated her like dirt
America took her, reshaped her, raped her
Nope, it never made the paper
Beat us, mated us
Made us attack our woman in black
So I said sophisticated B, don't be one
Not to head the warning crack of dawn
Or is it the dawn of crack?
Stop the talk they say, but
We talk and say whats right or wrong
Some say we wasting time singin' a song
But why is it that we're many different shades
Black woman's privacy invaded years and years
You cannot count my mama's tears
It's not the past but the future's
What she fears
Strong we be strong
The next generation
It's what not who we are facin'
The fingers pointed to us in our direction
The blind state of mind needs correction
Word to the mother we tighten connection
To be a man you need no election
This generation generates a new attitude
Sister to you we should not be rude
So we come together
And make 'em all say
Damn this generation

just give me some wood and i'll build you a cabinet

and what exactly do you know about wooden cabinets??

basically anything krs-1 writes if fucking awesome, whether it's with bdp or not, it's all good.

You were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?
Every time you say "That's illegal"
Doesn't mean that that's true (Uh-huh)
Your authority's never questioned
No-one questions you
If I hit you I'll be killed
But you hit me? I can sue (Order! Order!)
Lookin' through my history book
I've watched you as you grew
Killin' blacks and callin' it the law
(Bo! Bo! Bo!) And worshipping Jesus too
There was a time when a black man
Couldn't be down wit' your crew (Can I have a job please?)
Now you want all the help you can get
Scared? Well ain't that true (You goddamn right)
You were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?

-who protects us from you?

black sheep's nonfiction is one of the most slept on albums in the history of hip-hop

Probaby anything Common does. He's my most favorite lyricis of all time. He could spit on paper and come out wine on lace.
Wha? ^_^

I never knew a luh, luh-luh, a love like this
Gotta be somethin for me to write this
Queen, I ain't seen you in a minute
Wrote this letter, and finally decide to send it
Signed sealed delivered for us to grow together
Love has no limit, let's spend it slow forever
I know your heart is weathered by what studs did to you
I ain't gon' assault em cause I probably did it too
Because of you, feelings I handle with care
Some niggaz recognize the light but they can't handle the glare
You know I ain't the type to walk around with matchin shirts
If relationship is effort I will match your work
I wanna be the one to make you happiest, it hurts you the most
They say the end is near, it's important that we close..
.. to the most, high
Regardless of what happen on him let's rely

There are times.. when you'll need someone..
I will be by your side..
There is a light, that shines,
special for you, and me..

Yo, yo, check it
It's important, we communicate
and tune the fate of this union, to the right pitch
I never call you my bitch or even my boo
There's so much in a name and so much more in you
Few understand the union of woman and man
And sex and a tingle is where they assume that it land
But that's fly by night for you and the sky I write
For in these cold Chi night's moon, you my light
If heaven had a height, you would be that tall
Ghetto to coffee shop, through you I see that all
Let's stick to understandin and we won't fall
For better or worse times, I hope to me you call
So I pray everyday more than anything
friends will stay as we begin to lay
this foundation for a family - love ain't simple
Why can't it be anything worth having you work at annually
Granted we known each other for some time
It don't take a whole day to recognize sunshine

There are times.. when you'll need someone..
I will be by your side, oh darling
There is a light, that shines,
special for you, and me..

Yeah.. yo, yo, check it
It's kinda fresh you listen to more than hip-hop
and I can catch you in the mix from beauty to thrift shop
Plus you ship hop when it's time to, thinkin you fresh
Suggestin beats I should rhyme to
At times when I'm lost I try to find you
You know to give me space when it's time to
My heart's dictionary defines you, it's love and happiness
Truthfully it's hard tryin to practice abstinence
The time we committed love it was real good
Had to be for me to arrive and it still feel good
I know the sex ain't gon' keep you, but as my equal
it's how I must treat you
As my reflection in light I'ma lead you
And whatever's right, I'ma feed you
Digga-da, digga-da, digga-digga-da-da
Yo I tell you the rest when I see you, peace

There are times.. when you'll need someone..
I will be by your side..
There is a light, that shines,
special for you, and me..

(I'll) take my chances.. before they pass..
.. pass me by, oh darling..
You need to look at the other side..
You'll agree..

"The Light" - Common

[Edited on Dec 12, 2002 by thegirlieshow]

"my style is kinda fat reminiscent of a whale"
-tcq
"honestly i am against this goveernment
i ain't got to cover it up
that is what i meant
sick of paying bills and i am sick of paying rent
seem like i work all the time
but i don't know where the money went
and the funny thing is we are supposed to like this shit..."
-the coup and dead prez?

anything by Kool Keith that guy is like a freakin lyrical marcel duchamp. i am not joking either

from aesop rock - 9 to 5ers anthem

We the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine to five day-in day-out
But we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope

atmosphere - like today

In tomorrow I see no promise
and yesterday was like today

Woke up, got up, near eleven o'clock
butt naked except I was wearing my socks
and that's cool, 'cause most the time this floor is cold
stand up and stretch look around this mess

my place has been a cage since she left me
make my way to the kitchen, start the coffee
then dip to the bathroom, begin the triple-s
and wash the previous evening off me
now out the shower, get dry, shove a q-tip in my ear
well, what do we have here?
it appears as if a piece of me has got motivation
ain't nothin' wrong with a little morning masturbation

fresh, dressed like fifty cents
clean and awake now I'm ready to commence
spark up the caffeine and nicotine binge
and that's pretty much the pattern of how the day begins

and I write for an hour, maybe half hour more
then put on my shoes and grab my key for the door
put my headphones on for this world I ignore
trek down the street towards the record store

"hey, bro - how you doing, anything new today?"
"nah man, how you been? it's the same old same again"
well, then I'll be gone, friend, I'll see you around
and I'm out, destination uptown

in the summertime the women wear a lot of skin
and if I sit in one spot I can take 'em all in
sometimes I even talk, to see if I can make one grin
if not, yo, it's cool I ain't gonna take it personally, it's cool
from Anne Landers, to Ani DiFranco to Orphan Annie
I love all women, but most of them just can't stand me
I don't know, maybe it's my hair or clothes
"...or maybe she noticed that you was diggin in you're nose..."
either way it's okay, I wasn't tryin' to get laid
I just wanted to say "I hope you have a great day"
and then she stopped with a smile that began to blush
"here, take my number, call me up, I'll come over and make you lunch"

i got up and headed down towards the book store
to check the titles, that my man Michael's got me lookin' for
my visit was short, 'cause I just couldn't feel
that cat behind the counter actin' like I'm here to steal
so I dipped back out into a cloud of tattoos
pierced body parts and colorful hairdos
and I questioned, did Babylon resemble this?
are we getting any closer to the end of the list?
a sensuous kiss, placed on apocolypse
we teach them how to make a fist, but not to resist
and I'm wondering how'd we find this position
but people are people and I still love 'em, especially the women

onwards to the coffee shop, maybe Muddy's for a refill and some
sociological studies
see the junkies, while they co-exist with the sobers
all the bugging of eyeballs, the shrugging of shoulders
and that's when I saw her, sippin' her water
I wanna kiss her mom just for having this daughter
excuse me miss, I don't mean to come across strong
but I've been waitin' a while and you've been taking too long
and she smiled and I began to blush
she asked if I'd like to go to the bathroom and make some love
and I got visions of us, and the mirror getting steamed
and that's the very moment I woke up from the dream

Woke up, got up, near eleven o'clock
butt naked except I was wearing my socks
and that's cool, 'cause most the time this floor is cold
stand up and stretch and look for my soul

In tomorrow I see no promise
and yesterday was like today

from zaakir on the latest j5...

yo, i'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue
in star poetic inserts and yes y'alls
my speech is like holding two glocks apiece
the outreach that rocks the police
the super adventure men portend to put somethin in bitches
win when we write, the emmy winner get hyped, off any printer
and I came to get it... hit it
like operation PUSH, operate the tush
black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol
i planted my gold, and lo and behold
it's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock
don't stop Hobbes, i'm down like the lumberjack chop chop
the wordsmith, i write in block letters of cursive
curse my circus, serve this surface
and watch how the brother fet over
the fly cassanova with the frankencense odor

yeah I like the lyrics, they are interesting, not something you hear very often in rap. Now don't get me wrong I like the whole record and think that there are other great songs on that disc as well, that was just the first one that came to mind.

I miss the Pharcyde. And the Goats, the Jungle Brothers. The only hip hop I've bought that was released in the last ten years has been aesop rock and some of the stuff from the new generation of turntablists.

[Boots]
Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself
But a name don't mean wealth, let me up you on the shit
If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto
Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit
I spit game on a regular basis; now everybody
lookin at my hand like I'm holdin all the aces
Cool that they know our faces, from different places
But you can't catch-up/ketchup if you don't know what the pace/Pace is
Everywhere we go you know especially in the O we hear
"Coup, Coup, you know we got love fo' sho'"
But even mo' when they see us on B-E-and-T and
M-T-and-V but me and E can't pay the P-G-and-E
Power come from the barrel of a bucker
I use the mic so that we aim at the same motherfucker
Cause your shit could go gold, and the only cash you got
is the silver kind that don't fold
I'm gettin dope when they ask about the road that I passed
My peoples really be thinkin they gon' come up fast
and then come rap and shake they ass
You ain't the first, motherfucker who done spent his game
then plan to scram, up out the ghetto let me break this down
From kids to gramms, fuck the videos with the Benzes
and the cellular phones, spendin hundreds like quarters
The Benz is they partner's, the money's on loan, and umm..
"the cellular number you have reached is out of order"

Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself
[E] But a name don't mean wealth
Let me up you on the shit
[E] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto
Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit
Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself
But a name don't mean wealth
[E] Well let me up you on the shit!
If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto
Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit

[E-Roc]
I mocked _Rockbox_ wearin socks in my basement, told my pops
I fin' to have as much mail as they got -- not
I still got to keep my cash clot flowin
My mind is bent on the rent I'm barely makin it micraphone
It's true, it's a few gettin fund expansions
It ain't like Acorn Projects gon' move into mansions
Straight authenticized shit, over synthesized hits
With this misty eyed mental make your teeth grit
And I'm not tryin to diss like it's a bandwagon trim
They sellin six-packs of them waves out the ghetto again
In the 20's it was rocks, in the 50's doo-wop
It's nineteen-ninety-fo' and everybody's store hoppin
And ain't nobody really tryin to hear me speak
They too busy watchin loot, gettin interviewed by Robin Leach
So if you're modest and don't higher/hire economics
Just kick it with The Coup, smoke this dub sack of funk!

Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself
[E] But a name don't mean wealth
Let me up you on the shit
[E] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto
Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit
Now, motherfuckers done made a name for themselves
But a name don't mean wealth
[E] But let me up you on the shit!
If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto
Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit

* DJ Pam cuts up "turn up the beat and let me come with some game main" *

[Boots]
I'm gon' die before I lie to my peoples on the block
It's like front and you gon' shoot when you ain't got no glock
You bet' not (that's a punk trick) this is how we run shit
I'm fin' to pitch a fit cause I'm tired of hearin gums hit
Why do motherfuckers get up out and go for single
when the real high rollers grab the army to protect they Pringles?

[E-Roc]
Confusion, just a system based on prostitution
They done ganked you, don't be no stank fool with they solution
Unless you got about a million semi-automatics
you gon' think you strivin doin them wholesale acrobatics

[Boots]
No I don't have it like that, Planet Planet ain't got it
Keep my whole life savings stuffed in my back pocket, flock it
I'm scrapin fronts off like plaque, no slack
I'm come Realistic like Radio Shack
Intact and fat motherfuckers finally get they shit right
Ain't no fight, they scared shitless, all they do is grab the mic
Ain't no organizin real shit on the street, it's a fleet
of revolutionaries - in the studio makin beats
So fuck the fame, fuck the game, fuck the riches fool
I ain't got shit unless all my folks gon' have it too!

Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself
[E] But a name don't mean wealth
Let me up you on the shit
[E] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto
Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit
Now, motherfuckers done made a name for themselves
But a name don't mean wealth
[E] Well let me up you on the shit!
If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto
Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit

The Coup- The Name Game

I didn't know there were so many hiphop heads on this site. We need to get some hiphop SG's to represent.

"a little bit of jesus christ mixed with some leatherface"
xibit


"Get on my own nerves
Immature, insecure,
Grown up nerd
Has-been MC
On a label that's unstable
Choppin' bliggy on a table"

fatlip

here's a good site for hip-hop lyrics

"the woman makes the men all pause
and if you got a woman
she might make you forget yours"

public enemy - she watch channel zero

SCHOOLLY D "Saturday Night"

It was Saturday night and I'm feelin kinda sporty
Went to a bar and caught me a 40
Got kinda a high and a...kinda drunk
So I kicked the ass of this little punk
Forgot my key and had to ring my bell
My momma came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?"
Wait momma, wait, it's me ya little son
Before I knew it my mom pulled a gun
"I know who you are, but who the hell is that?"
I turned around man, this bitch was fat
I really don't know, she got into the car
I musta picked her up when I left the bar
Ya know I'm horny homey man I wanted to chill
But you know how mothers are, she wanted to ill
So I said, "Hey baby is you on the pill?
'Cause, tonight I wanna be your lover
Just one thing: I forgot to buy a rubber"
Wait a little while then we snuk upstairs
Step by step with a hint of fear
We got into my room, bitch started to scream
Momma busted in with a fucked up scene
Shirt ripped off, drawers down to my knees
Wait momma, wait momma, wait, wait, please!
Put back your gun, picked up the broom
My mom fucked up the room