Songs About / On: RAP

I love country musicI love country girls
I love this Style I here it till it hurts.
But there´s one thing that I hate that is a punch of crap IIIIIIII hate Rap. read more »

Well it’s a god-given fact (that
You can’t go back)
It’s a god-given law that
You’re gonna lose your maw
It’s a god-given fact you gotta read more »

Let me tell ya' 'bout a friend of mine.
A big bad brutha' named Frankenstein.
In a torn up ole' monty lookin' mighty fine,
I mean the brutha' was smokin' litteraly!
Sewn up with a needle and thread! read more »

A child was born in the East one day
Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
In poetry he was considered elite
Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A.
Lost connections with his true roots far away
But no matter the job or crime
He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme
New York's hip hop movement broke loose
DJ's cut records, raps had the juice
Since busting rhymes was his natural thing
He was crowned the west coast MC king
But after his inauguration there was a rush
Of wack rappers with one intention to crush
This master rapper and take his throne
A simple job,he had no crew, he stood all alone
Assassins came in groups of one through five
With raps no mortal MC could survive
But he showed no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty
Battling from Friday on through to Thursday
Never losin a bout, never ending in doubt
Every confrontation K.O. knock out
On his never ending journey to the T.O.P.
The L.A. player M.C. ICE-T read more »

How can you tell
when your wellness is not well
make no mistakes now
please do excuse
my itchy attitude
I'm feelin' righteous
why, why are we always asking why
to lamely try to justify
for what it is a lack of drive
Calling all the people
have you nothin' brewin'
time to flap your big fat mouth
let's rap how we be doin'
say might what you say
that's really all it takes to break through
Where is it at
when your moral is a hat
full of money
can you explain
why the messy kitchen sink
is so confusing
why, why are we always asking why
to lamely try to justify
for what it is a lack of drive
Calling all the people
have you nothin' brewin'
time to flap your big fat mouth
let's rap how we be doin'
say might what you say
that's really all it takes
calling all the people
have you nothin' brewin'
time to flap your big fat mouth
let's rap how we be doin'
say might what you say
that's really all it takes to break through
calling all the people read more »

Bizzy Bone: Rap 1
Verse 1:
As I walk across the road (across the road)
I just think about my life...how I grow up (how I grow up)
And I think about the things that people do read more »

You think of no-one but yourself
You see the rest of us as fools
You think of no-one but yourself
You see the rest of us as fools
He said, don't feel guilty read more »

Achtung Achtung / wir kommen mit beats, cuts und raps/
nennt mich Spinner, aber in meinem Kopf sind die
Bilder)
Heftig! Man muß fleißig üben, die Konkurrenz schläft
nicht gerade eben zum Beispiel saust eine Mücke read more »

Uhh...
Uhh, yeah
Won't stop niggaz
"Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game" -- [Nas]
Jigga! Feel me
People, told ya motherfuckers, told ya
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" -- [OutKast]
Uhh, Roc-a-Fella
Geyeah

We treat this rap shit just like, handlin weight
What they want we give it to em, what they abandon we take
Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know it's at stake
Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake
When it's hot, get on my money spot in every state
Like the wiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop's is the gate
But first we scope shit, advertise in every area
Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope shit
Gon' need a middle man, so we look to radio
Let em test the product, give em a promo show
Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe
Then we drop a maxi single and charge em two for five
Ain't tryin to, kill em at first just, buildin clientele
So when the album drops the first weeks it's on sale
But when demand grows it's time to expand yo
You don't want no garbage papi it's ten grand per blow, fo' sho'

"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" -- [Nas]
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" -- [OutKast]
[repeat 3X]

Ge-ge-geyeah
I got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerk
Got your whole block now, pumpin my work
My CD's is like keys for you Willie's who
like to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-two's
And my singles like gems, you know the treys
Get you high for a while, but the, high don't stay
You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks
Cause when this shit flip, I'ma get on some other shit
Never pitchin for a label, Jigga's the hook-up
You know my shit is fish scale, y'all niggaz is cook up
Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kota
They know my shit stretch without the baking soda
Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key
Priority's work wasn't right so I switched factories
Now I'm the new nigga, who figured I'd get the game locked
Now watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, ha ha

"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" -- [Nas]
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" -- [OutKast]
[repeat 4X]

[*cuts and scratches*] read more »

Uhh...
Uhh, yeah
Won't stop niggaz
"Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game" --> Nas
Jigga! Feel me read more »