Can you think of a verse that...?!
Question: Can you think of a verse that!.!.!.!?
!.!.!.best describes how you feel about hip hop!?
This is by Jurny of the LA rap duo LPG:
It started as fun but fun was only the seed
The seed turned into obsession, obsession turned into need
The need turned into desire, desire turned into fuel
The fuel became my fire, my fire became my tool
My tool turned into a weapon, my weapon became aggression
Aggression became my friend, my friend was really the end
My end was really the start, the start became about art
The art was all about truth, the truth became my heart!.
http://www!.imeem!.com/people/LTyFd65/musi!.!.!.
That pretty much sums it up for me!. What about anyone else!?Www@Enter-QA@Com
This is by Jurny of the LA rap duo LPG:
It started as fun but fun was only the seed
The seed turned into obsession, obsession turned into need
The need turned into desire, desire turned into fuel
The fuel became my fire, my fire became my tool
My tool turned into a weapon, my weapon became aggression
Aggression became my friend, my friend was really the end
My end was really the start, the start became about art
The art was all about truth, the truth became my heart!.
http://www!.imeem!.com/people/LTyFd65/musi!.!.!.
That pretty much sums it up for me!. What about anyone else!?Www@Enter-QA@Com
Answers:
First track to come to mind
DOVE:
I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' about blunts,
Sick of Versace glasses,
Sick of slang,
Sick of half-@ss awards shows,
Sick of name brand clothes!.
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks,
Cocaine and crack
Which brings sickness to blacks,
Sick of swoll' head rappers
With their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats
Makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sick
Even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapseWww@Enter-QA@Com
DOVE:
I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' about blunts,
Sick of Versace glasses,
Sick of slang,
Sick of half-@ss awards shows,
Sick of name brand clothes!.
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks,
Cocaine and crack
Which brings sickness to blacks,
Sick of swoll' head rappers
With their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats
Makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sick
Even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapseWww@Enter-QA@Com
Heres the first one I thought of:
Now I ain't tryna be the greatest
I used to hate hip-hop!.!.!. yup, because the women degraded
But Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it
A hypocrite I stated, though I only recited half
Omittin the word "*****," cursin I wouldn't say it
Me and dog couldn't relate, til a ***** I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike
But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icin, glamorized drug dealin was appealin
But the block club kept it from in front of our buildin
Gangsta rap-based filmings became the buildin blocks
For children with leakin ceilings catchin drippins with pots
Coupled with compositions from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix with my realities and feelings
Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and artistic vision
I began to jot, tap the world and listen, it drop
Www@Enter-QA@Com
Now I ain't tryna be the greatest
I used to hate hip-hop!.!.!. yup, because the women degraded
But Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it
A hypocrite I stated, though I only recited half
Omittin the word "*****," cursin I wouldn't say it
Me and dog couldn't relate, til a ***** I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike
But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icin, glamorized drug dealin was appealin
But the block club kept it from in front of our buildin
Gangsta rap-based filmings became the buildin blocks
For children with leakin ceilings catchin drippins with pots
Coupled with compositions from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix with my realities and feelings
Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and artistic vision
I began to jot, tap the world and listen, it drop
Www@Enter-QA@Com
That verse doesn't make any sense my child!.
Edit - 'The seed turned into obsession, obsession turned into need'
That's the line that lacks logic to me!. My perception was that this was supposed to show some sort of metaphorical progression!. To go from obsessing to needing seems peculiar given the obvious direction the lyrics were heading!.
Oh and don't lose your faith in Christ child, for I am the only way to The Father and free porn!. Have you ever seen an angel perform a dirty sanchez!? I didn't think so!.!.!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
Edit - 'The seed turned into obsession, obsession turned into need'
That's the line that lacks logic to me!. My perception was that this was supposed to show some sort of metaphorical progression!. To go from obsessing to needing seems peculiar given the obvious direction the lyrics were heading!.
Oh and don't lose your faith in Christ child, for I am the only way to The Father and free porn!. Have you ever seen an angel perform a dirty sanchez!? I didn't think so!.!.!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
I never put doubt in my mind
Cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme
See murder which is caused
When you f2ck with the negative and positive charge
Then they came up, out my garage
With the hit that's gonna be LARGE
Tired of sittin on my ****** azz
****** I know, be runnin around with mad ****** cash
Who the F2CK wanna be an emcee
If you can't get paid, to be a ****** emcee!?
I came out my momma pussy -- I'm on welfare
Twenty-six years old -- still on welfare!
So I gotta get paid fully
Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully
With my Boston bloodthirsty process
P-E-A-C-EWww@Enter-QA@Com
Cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme
See murder which is caused
When you f2ck with the negative and positive charge
Then they came up, out my garage
With the hit that's gonna be LARGE
Tired of sittin on my ****** azz
****** I know, be runnin around with mad ****** cash
Who the F2CK wanna be an emcee
If you can't get paid, to be a ****** emcee!?
I came out my momma pussy -- I'm on welfare
Twenty-six years old -- still on welfare!
So I gotta get paid fully
Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully
With my Boston bloodthirsty process
P-E-A-C-EWww@Enter-QA@Com
"Puppets"
I know a guy with the rock star life
But he still don't fly so he's mad at the sky
He sits me down he kicks his wisdom
He's been around now give him a listen
Seems like he's got a lot of complaints
About how nowadays things ain't the same
Used to place some faith in the basement
A toast for this guy
And those kids that he came with
'cause they all on the same ****
Based on cut down placement
Uptown stay strong
Don't ever do a dance with the devil now
That smile is a sign that you're sellin now
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I know a guy with the rock star life
But he still don't fly so he's mad at the sky
He sits me down he kicks his wisdom
He's been around now give him a listen
Seems like he's got a lot of complaints
About how nowadays things ain't the same
Used to place some faith in the basement
A toast for this guy
And those kids that he came with
'cause they all on the same ****
Based on cut down placement
Uptown stay strong
Don't ever do a dance with the devil now
That smile is a sign that you're sellin now
Www@Enter-QA@Com
I was speakin, to my guy 'Riq and!.!.
How she was desperately seekin to Organize in a Konfusion
Using no protection, told H!.E!.R!. on Resurrection
Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost H!.E!.R!. direction
Gettin ate in sections where I wouldn't eat H!.E!.R!.
An under the counter love, so Silently I Treat H!.E!.R!.
Her Daddy'll beat H!.E!.R!., eyes all Puffed
In the mix on tape, nyggaz had her in the buck
When we touch, it was more than just a ****
The Police, in her I found peace (like who!?)
Like Malcolm in the East
Seen H!.E!.R!. on the streets of New York, trickin off
Tried to make a hit with H!.E!.R!. but my dick went soft
Movin weight, losin weight, not picky with who she choose to date
To confused to hate, with her struggle I relate
Close to thirty, most of the nyggaz she know is dirty
Havin more babies than Lauryn, she started showin early
As of late I realized, that this is H!.E!.R!. fate
Or destiny to brings the best in me
It's like God is testin me
In Retrospect I see she brought Life and death to me
Peace to us collectively, live and direct when we perform
It's just coffee shop chicks and white dudes
Over H!.E!.R!. I got into it with that nygga Ice Cube
Not a fight move to in life, makin the right moves
Besides God and family, you my life's jewel
Like that y'all
Www@Enter-QA@Com
How she was desperately seekin to Organize in a Konfusion
Using no protection, told H!.E!.R!. on Resurrection
Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost H!.E!.R!. direction
Gettin ate in sections where I wouldn't eat H!.E!.R!.
An under the counter love, so Silently I Treat H!.E!.R!.
Her Daddy'll beat H!.E!.R!., eyes all Puffed
In the mix on tape, nyggaz had her in the buck
When we touch, it was more than just a ****
The Police, in her I found peace (like who!?)
Like Malcolm in the East
Seen H!.E!.R!. on the streets of New York, trickin off
Tried to make a hit with H!.E!.R!. but my dick went soft
Movin weight, losin weight, not picky with who she choose to date
To confused to hate, with her struggle I relate
Close to thirty, most of the nyggaz she know is dirty
Havin more babies than Lauryn, she started showin early
As of late I realized, that this is H!.E!.R!. fate
Or destiny to brings the best in me
It's like God is testin me
In Retrospect I see she brought Life and death to me
Peace to us collectively, live and direct when we perform
It's just coffee shop chicks and white dudes
Over H!.E!.R!. I got into it with that nygga Ice Cube
Not a fight move to in life, makin the right moves
Besides God and family, you my life's jewel
Like that y'all
Www@Enter-QA@Com
"Ain't got nothin' to do wit old school, new school
Dirty South, West Coast, East Coast
This about us, this our thing, 'knaw'sayin'!?
This came from the gut, from the blood, from the soul
Right here man, this is our thing man
You know, so I say what I say
And I say what I say, and I mean it
Y'all take it how you wanna take it
Cause if you're askin' - Why is hip-hop dead!?
It's a pretty good chance you're the reason it died, man
It's a pretty good chance your lame azz, corny
azz, is the reason it died, man
You don't give a fcuk about, you
don't know nothin' about it
You want this paper, be a hustler
You a hustler, you ain't a rapper
Get your paper man
You know what I'm sayin, but this rap shyt is real
Bytch, this shyt is real, bytch, ha-ha"Www@Enter-QA@Com
Dirty South, West Coast, East Coast
This about us, this our thing, 'knaw'sayin'!?
This came from the gut, from the blood, from the soul
Right here man, this is our thing man
You know, so I say what I say
And I say what I say, and I mean it
Y'all take it how you wanna take it
Cause if you're askin' - Why is hip-hop dead!?
It's a pretty good chance you're the reason it died, man
It's a pretty good chance your lame azz, corny
azz, is the reason it died, man
You don't give a fcuk about, you
don't know nothin' about it
You want this paper, be a hustler
You a hustler, you ain't a rapper
Get your paper man
You know what I'm sayin, but this rap shyt is real
Bytch, this shyt is real, bytch, ha-ha"Www@Enter-QA@Com
Hip means to know
It's a form of intelligence
To be hip is to be up-date and relevant
Hop is a form of movement
You can't just observe a hop
You got to hop up and do it
Hip and Hop is more than music
Hip is the knowledge
Hop is the movement
Hip and Hop is intelligent movement
Or relevant movement
We selling the music
So write this down on your black books and journals
Hip Hop culture is eternal
Run and tell all your friends
An ancient civilization has been born again
It's a fact
KRS-One - Hip Hop Lives
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint put the Buddha down
Goin' goin' gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
But then again I got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm talkin' 'bout the one still goin' on
PE - Can't Truss It
Cut to the chase with metal hooks and knives
Now it's battle time, I stepped in the arena
Thirteen year old gladiator freak with a fever for the flavor of a fight on the mic
Follow the leader
Mistachuck was the surrogate father
Krs-One, the teacher
There I was, sneakin into clubs
Beat an emcee to the punch over instrumentals dubbed
From tape deck to tape deck
Pause tape mix at breakneck speed
The only whitey in sight
That doesnt make me realer than you, or faker than you
But I'm authentic, forget it
Started breakin rules
Ten years later still hadnt stopped
Won the biggest battle in a Metallica shirt before the album dropped
A week later, smashed the trophy at a show
It was takin up the space that I needed to grow
Sage Francis - Underground for DummiesWww@Enter-QA@Com
It's a form of intelligence
To be hip is to be up-date and relevant
Hop is a form of movement
You can't just observe a hop
You got to hop up and do it
Hip and Hop is more than music
Hip is the knowledge
Hop is the movement
Hip and Hop is intelligent movement
Or relevant movement
We selling the music
So write this down on your black books and journals
Hip Hop culture is eternal
Run and tell all your friends
An ancient civilization has been born again
It's a fact
KRS-One - Hip Hop Lives
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint put the Buddha down
Goin' goin' gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
But then again I got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm talkin' 'bout the one still goin' on
PE - Can't Truss It
Cut to the chase with metal hooks and knives
Now it's battle time, I stepped in the arena
Thirteen year old gladiator freak with a fever for the flavor of a fight on the mic
Follow the leader
Mistachuck was the surrogate father
Krs-One, the teacher
There I was, sneakin into clubs
Beat an emcee to the punch over instrumentals dubbed
From tape deck to tape deck
Pause tape mix at breakneck speed
The only whitey in sight
That doesnt make me realer than you, or faker than you
But I'm authentic, forget it
Started breakin rules
Ten years later still hadnt stopped
Won the biggest battle in a Metallica shirt before the album dropped
A week later, smashed the trophy at a show
It was takin up the space that I needed to grow
Sage Francis - Underground for DummiesWww@Enter-QA@Com
Oooh , Bonnie, I feel you on "Can't Truss It"!.!.!.anyways!.!.!.
One for the money
Yes, um, two for the show
A couple of years ago
On Headland & DeLow
Was the start of
Something good
When me and my n*gga
Rode the M!.A!.R!.T!.A!.
Through the 'hood
Just tryna find that hook-up
Now, everyday we look up
At the ceiling
Watching ceiling fans go 'round
Tryna catch that feeling
Off instrumentals
Had my pencil
And plus my paper
We caught the 86-Lithonia
Headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes
Tryna find
Our spot off in that light
Light of in that spot
Knowing that we could rock
Doin' them hole-in-the-wall clubs
This sh*t here must stop
Like, "Freeze!"
We makin' the crowd move
But we not makin' no cheese
And that's a no-no!.!.!.
- ANDRE 3000 "Elevators"
One thing 'bout music
When it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls yo' brain
I know better than that
That's game
And we ready for that
Two soldiers
Ahead of the pack
Matter of fact
Who got the gat
And where my army at
Rather attack than not react
Back to beats
It don't reflect
On how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world
These just people with ideas
They just like me and you
When the smoke and camera disappear
Again, the real world (real world)
It's bigger than all these fake-*** records
When po' folks by the millions
And my woman's disrespected
If you check 1-2
My word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do
If that don't work
Then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider,
Biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter
Or you wanna just get high
Then just say it
But then if you a
Liar-liar, pants on fire,
Wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it
- M1 "Hip-Hop"Www@Enter-QA@Com
One for the money
Yes, um, two for the show
A couple of years ago
On Headland & DeLow
Was the start of
Something good
When me and my n*gga
Rode the M!.A!.R!.T!.A!.
Through the 'hood
Just tryna find that hook-up
Now, everyday we look up
At the ceiling
Watching ceiling fans go 'round
Tryna catch that feeling
Off instrumentals
Had my pencil
And plus my paper
We caught the 86-Lithonia
Headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes
Tryna find
Our spot off in that light
Light of in that spot
Knowing that we could rock
Doin' them hole-in-the-wall clubs
This sh*t here must stop
Like, "Freeze!"
We makin' the crowd move
But we not makin' no cheese
And that's a no-no!.!.!.
- ANDRE 3000 "Elevators"
One thing 'bout music
When it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls yo' brain
I know better than that
That's game
And we ready for that
Two soldiers
Ahead of the pack
Matter of fact
Who got the gat
And where my army at
Rather attack than not react
Back to beats
It don't reflect
On how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world
These just people with ideas
They just like me and you
When the smoke and camera disappear
Again, the real world (real world)
It's bigger than all these fake-*** records
When po' folks by the millions
And my woman's disrespected
If you check 1-2
My word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do
If that don't work
Then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider,
Biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter
Or you wanna just get high
Then just say it
But then if you a
Liar-liar, pants on fire,
Wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it
- M1 "Hip-Hop"Www@Enter-QA@Com