Songs About / On: RAP

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chorus 1:
HAMMA HEYAH HO I WILL GO
THROUG THE SEASONS OF LOVE
I SAID HAMMA HEYAH HO I WILL GO
THROUGH THE REASONS FOR LOVE
I SAID HAMMA HEYAH HO I WILL GO
JUST TO GET YOUR LOVE
I WILL GO read more »

I... rap, read more »

I’m t-n-t
And I just can’t lose
An emcee with a fuse
When it’s lit I hit
With the lyrical wit read more »

Ja, ja
Wir hängen an Hip Hop wie an Kletten
Und Rap
Als ob wir nichts anderes getan hätten
Und Rap
Man kann uns nicht stoppen
Man kann uns nicht anketten
Also jetten wir komplett über´s WasserUm mitten in Manhattan
Bekannte zu ´ner Session zu treffen read more »

(Rabauke und Larusso mit m Hobby als Beruf) LiebesLogbuch! Die Eins Zwo verläßt grade eben dentraumhaften Raumhafen unseres Planeten was keinerahnt: die Crew will getarnt in Bus, Bahn und Leihwagenan Sonn-, Sams- und Freitagen zu guter Stimmungbeitragen und das wird beileibe keine Butterfahrt ichrepräsentier dir Wahlheimat genausogut wie Mutterstadtsobald wir starten mach ich den Außenkorrespondent wassoll uns schon erwarten, wenn wir auf und davon sind?Ein read more »

The last line of defense

[evidence]
Feel the pressure...
Yo you better plan ahead, gather your thoughts
I’m not gonna be the one wit no chair when the music stops
The orange agent, has just moved to your block
And gone headhunting, blame herbie hancock
Hard to get at, yo vocally serious
Never stress myself out, treat songs like interludes
Drum patterns are primative
Evidence, the derivitive
Of what the late ’80s and early ’90s had to give
Dilated peoples, far from tentative
Cares read more »

[CLEF:]
Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

[CLEF:]
I haunt MC's like Mephistophales
Bringin swords and Damacles
Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
Abstract raps simple with a street format
Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax.
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation.
I Feel like Rockwell, "Somebody's watching me"
I got no privacy whether on land or at sea.
And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit.
It hurts don't it, the refugees come to your turf and take over the earth.

[INTERLUDE (Lauryn):]
See my rhymes are the type of fly rhymes
That can only get down with my crew
And if you try to take lines or bite rhymes
We'll show you how the refugees do.

[LAURYN:]
Behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time.
It's against the laws of Physics.
So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
Whether jew or gentile
I rank top percentile,
Many styles,
More powerful than gamma rays
My grammar pays,
Like Carlos Sanatana plays
Black Magic Woman
So while you fuming, I'm consuming
Mango juice under Polaris,
You're just embarrassed
Cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris"
And even after all my logic and my theory,
I add a muthaf**ker so you ignint niggas hear me.
And you remember take notes,
As I sow my rap otas
And for you biting zealots, here's a quote.

[Chorus (CLEF):]
Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

[CLEF:]
You can try but you can't divide the tribe
These cats can't rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe
The magazine says the girl should have gone solo,
The guys should stop rapping, vanish like Menudo.
Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part
As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start,
For me to get a chance, grab my pen and revamp
Do a cameo while everybody do the dance.
Quick now, cause you runnin' out of lucka
Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka.
While you munchin at your luncheon, I'll be planning your assassination
Then hit you like the Dutchmen

[PRAZ:]
I compress sound sets with my rap DBX
Then drop vocals on my 456 AMPEX
Bring terror to the shop of horror,
As she cries "Mi amor"
The phantom dies in the opera
And to the youngin's who carry gadgets
And kill 6 days a week then on a sabbath.
Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me
Then get buried like the great Mussolini
And for you bitin' Zealots
Your rap styles are relics
No matter who you damage
You're still a false prophet.

[Chorus (CLEF):]
Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa read more »

Elke dag luister ik naar hiphop,
de harde ghettoshit, niet de hippop.
Het is zwarte muziek, ja dat geef ik toe,
maar je weet dat ik het serieus doe.
Als je goed luistert kun je leren van die negers, read more »

people from everywhere gather around
listen to the sound Splash is throwing down
FRESH
yo, the point that i'm making is easy as this
we just some young niggas and we trying to make it rich read more »