Rap songs with good lyrics.

[peleschramm]

A lot of rap nowadays seems to have extremely unimaginative, or otherwise poor lyric usage. This thread is for posting rap songs that have good lyrics. If you post a song, it would be nice if you included the lyrics, and a link to where the song could be heard (though you don't have to).

Oh, and if you don't like rap, then that's fine by me. There's no need to argue about taste in music here.


In any case, the first song that comes to mind with good lyrics is easily "Think Again" by Hieroglyphics. I'm not sure if the topic of the song is all that great, but the word usage is just so much more advanced than all the songs from other rappers I've heard. Here, I'll show you what I mean (I will bold my favorite examples of good word usage):

Think, think, think
You think about it

Think, think, think
You think about it

Watch this ??? radiation from the flamin' hot sun
Known as Hieroglyphics
The light intensity is blazing
Collapse into an angel dust fit
From the dope I spit
Cocaine to your brain
You sick chasin' a dragon
Hollow-tips disintegrate
When I infiltrate your temples with these rap magnetics
Depleting the iron in your hemoglobin
Freeze burnin' a slack apathetic
Who fiendin' for the spotlight
While you plot on me
I write these older soliloquies
You can't see
Your corneas are straight sizzling
Riddling your shell with holes from the shit I bring
Catch you with the black adder poison just for mentioning Hiero fool
You got it twisted like King James
Perversion Persian Gulf syndrome got your mind spinning
Head flown from the eclectic
Fuck up your electrics
No audio, no visual
Your city goes up in flames
No remorse for the slain victims
The same curriculum goes for the next mission
This is the North Star microphone type violence
Pilot wings gunnin' MC's like a F-18 jet fighter
The Spiderman swinging through your neighbourhood
Takin' out your Kingpin
Get inside you like I'm Sabrewolf
I got the killer instincts
I don't blink
Before you get heat seek with the onslaught

Think, think, think
You think about it

Think, think, think
You think about it

Think, think, think
You think about it

Think, think, think
You think about it

If you control a man's thoughts
You don't have to worry about his actions
So think about that
Rather think about it in traction
For a fraction of the cost you could be bossed
But you suffer from inflation cause your mind is straight lost
Why you worrying about us
What's occurring right now is
We makin' power moves and you don't even know how
You fret and fume and claim Hiero is doomed
But your hating won't alter
We still won't falter
We plotting our own maps
We clocking our own snaps
If you think you so smart
Tell me why you ain't known that

Think, think, think
You think about it

(That was stupid, peep)

You think we're weak so
Our fans think we're the dopest
So there's something else for your people mind to focus on
Who wrote this song
The mighty Hiero
You thought we was dead, pfffttt
Alive on arrival
Biofeedback, we'll fry your weave back to the follicles
And shrink your brain to the size of a molecule
Follow you, never, you dumb
I'm like the thinker
Constant elevation, that's why I like to tinker
With rhymes and concepts
So I can stay one step beyond
Learnin' about the planet we on
I'm not sayin' I'm the smartest
But there's a lot of targets
To take my mind to
Cause that's part of being an artist

Think, think, think
You think about it

Think, think, think
You think about it

The magnetic flux inducted when I touch the mic is acupuncture
Fluctuated in the lotus poles through your solar plexus
I bust a rap through a cardiac arrest
The reflex of charges convulse your carcass[B]
Like a heart attack
Then charge you wack emcees for life support
While the mics record
You're a gun done [B]plunging in total blackness
My retrospect is photographic
I got constellations in (Flabacastal?)
To flabbergast you Siamese emcees
The tumultuous maelstrom is bone crushing
On all who approach Hieroglyphics
Too relentless to break your style down to cubic inches
Sterilized like dentures
Paralyzed inventive
Like Jan Matchslinger
I'm not a gat slinger Goldfinger
Niggas is polygamous like bigots
Working for genocide
Everybody knows we rose to preeminence
Sharp witted like diamond tipped rhombuses
Every direction on your compass stabilized
No transfusing the intoxication we profusely drop so fatally
Huh, I think you are spurring a blind horse
We're set to rule the universe with mind force

Think, think, think
You think about it

Think, think, think
You think about it

Think, think, think
You think about it

Think, think, think
You think about it


This song can be listened to here. (http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Think_Again/2871676)

This is probably my favorite rap songs.


So, any of you know of any songs that either tell a good story, have a good message, or use clever wording, or anything of that nature?

[maestro8]

When I infiltrate your temples with these rap magnetics
...
Riddling your shell with holes from the shit I bring
...
Head flown from the eclectic
Fuck up your electrics
...
Biofeedback, we'll fry your weave back to the follicles
And shrink your brain to the size of a molecule
...
Too relentless to break your style down to cubic inches


Okay, these guys can use big words, but they still can't put together sentences that make sense.

What's imaginative about these lyrics, again? Every single hip-hop act raps about how their words will somehow make your head explode, but it hasn't happened to me yet, despite having listened to 100ish albums.

Not that he makes much more sense, I'm a big fan of Del The Funkyhomosapien. His Deltron 3030 album is quite imaginative, weaving stories of a future riddled with robot battles, computer viruses and corrupt corporations.

My favorite verse comes from "Meet Cleofis Randolph the Patriarch"; it's full of silly lyrics cleverly glued together with consonance and assonance. The verse is fun to say yourself, it seems to roll off the tongue quite easily.

What's happening?
I keep my dreadlocks in a napkin ring
Rap and sing
Unlike the homogenous clones
I'm into earth tones, birth stones, and erogenous zones
The more ticklish the more you have
Sitting on the curb of what used to be the burbs
And before that was Canarcie
I'm a disturbed and bitter herb
Like saltwater and parsley
Mites crawl up, tights fall down
That's my mnemonic for stalactite slash stalagmite
You may have this Maglite
It survived the apocalypse
And for the fragile force of an agile horse
Here's a hatful of very special chocolate chips

[wickedbob]

Del is AMAZING. I love 3030, by far my favorite rap album. Dan is amazing, del's style is insane. Perfect. Still waiting for 4040, hard to follow up with something as good as 3030 though. Legendary. Cannibal Ox is pretty damn good. Pigeon is an awesome song.

Birds of the same feather flock together
Congested on a majestic street corner
That's a short time goal for most of 'em
Cuz most of 'em
Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things
That's what we call inspired flight
By the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night
And "Let there be light" was understood
When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood
And if my face is worth a thousand words when it's scarred
I would only hope that two of those are coco and butta
To heal the wounds of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my womb
But I've graduated, got my wings
And you've got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo
Eh yo, I'm a black man with an African
Drum in my chest that beats on the opposite of the right
Let me know I got a breath left
In this frigid fragile capsule
That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you
I wrap my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch
So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss
I'm just a pigeon with one mile left
That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death
And these rags-to-riches words will break bones
Like the assassination of two birds with one stone
That's why I don't associate with bird brains with their beaks in the air
Pelicans with wide jaws yap names for fish heads
You'll get tossed in the flames
Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame

[Vordul]

Eskimo me-dal doctrine locked in oxygen shell
Words shot plated metal lung which spun kids' carrousel
Mega alarm technoloid these boys fight four arms swinging two toes very well
Terror toys jubilated mega noise when iron works
Bullet shot animated mad windows with fireworks
Shinin' summer-time hydrants
Splash passing cars, now run ghetto tyrants
These faces carry scars (mega large)
Pigeons turn penguins talk fables cellular
Detached Christ's Word
But freeze-frame gold chain swing Son of God
Iceberg gem shines on the neck of ghetto flight bird
Getting fly like word
Let it settle
I remember cats snatched off the pedal (stealin' bike days)
Doo-rags worn tight (Piranha bite ways)
Smoke cheeba through the lung Arabian camel
Fast like a cheeta now I'm knocked off my African sandal
God damn you! Ethiopian skin mechanical
Trapped in ghetto's mega-yard where mega-hard
Arms swingin' metal palms iron skin leopard
Holding evil metal eagle attach the desert
Paranoid fingertips stitched with three-fifty plus seven metal shit
Tucked behind the belt ghetto style like delicate street etiquette
Never lacked toast metal cow got milk in the gut settlin'
Cats gotta eat swallow beef horribly melanin mahogany
Black boys feed face arachnoid
Eight arms working short circuit manufactured crack melted
Slinging shot guns through the mouth of cracked helmets, black felt it
Cats who pop flows shot heavy through the nostril
Brain sizzle grab the pistol and get hostile
He caught you alone fuse blown
Unemployed screaming "That's why I robbed you!"
Tired of the Medicaid, deaded by the car (?) Novocain filled with lemonade
"You better get a job!" mother talked, just another hawk
He nearly aided bodega food stamp transaction
Left me in corners buckled me accompanied by evil hands clappin'
Rockin' my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch
So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss
I rock my simulated air tank bit
So I can leave pressures of oxygen where my mic's lit
I'm just a pigeon



I'm a big fan of MF Doom (MadVillian, Victor Vaughn), nothing quite as good as 3030, but very good stuff. Very funny.

Beef rap
Could lead to gettin teeth capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap
I suggest ya change ya diet
It can lead ta high blood pressure if ya fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain't no startin back once arteries start ta squeeze
Take the easy way out phony, until then
They know they wouldn't be talkin that bologna in the bullpen
So disgustin, pardon self as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice
Bust this, like a cold milk from out the toilet
Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'a boil it
He be better off on PC glued
And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood
Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed (food, we need food!)

He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit
Her bra smell, his card say: aw hell
Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel'
Keep a cooker where the jar fell
And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell
Top bleeding, maybe fella took the loaded rod gears
Stop feeding babies colored sugar-coated lard squares
The odd pairs swears and God fears
Even when it's rotten, we've gotten through the hard years
I wrote this note around New Year's
Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares?
Enough about me, it's about the beats
Not about the streets and who food he about ta eat
A rhymin cannibal who's dressed to kill, it's cynical
Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral
It's a miracle how he get so lyrical
And proceed to move the crowd like a old Negro spiritual
For a mil' do a commercial for Mello Yello
Tell 'em devil's hell no, sell y'all own Jello
We hollow krills, she swallow pills
He follow flea collar three dollar bills
And squeal for halal veal, in y'all appeal
Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal
Twirl a L after every meal (FOOD)

What up
To all rappers shut up with ya shuttin up
And keep your shirt on, at least a button up
Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin males?
Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendale's
They chippin nails, Doom... jippin scales
Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin sales
This one goes out to all my peoples skippin bail
Dippin jail, whippin tail, and sippin ale
Light the doobie til it glow like a ruby
After which they couldn't find the Villain like Scooby
He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit, and who'da thunk it?
Punk try an ask why ours be better
It could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD nude (we need food!)

Two two one-two...

How Doom hold heat, and preach non-violence?
Shhh, he 'bout to start the speech, c'mon, silence
On one scary night, I saw the light
Heard a voice that sound like Barry White said "Sure you're right"
Don't let me find out who tried to bite
They better off goin to fly a kite in a firefight
during tornado time with no coat then I caught ya
Wrote the book on rhymes, a note from the author
With no headshot, he said it's been a while
Got a breadwinner style to get a inner child up in to smile
And that's no exaggeration
The doctor told a patient "It's all in your imagination negro"
Ahh, what do he know?
About the buttery flow, he need to cut the ego
Trippin, to date the Metal Fellow been rippin flows
since New York plates was ghetto yellow with broke blue writing
This is too exciting
Folks leave out the show feelin truly enlightened
They say "The Villain been spittin enough lightning
to rock shock the Boogie Down to Brighton," aight then

[M.E.D.]
Yeah, check, it's enough
Uhh, yeah, now

How Med hold heat like Clint East is reborn?
Lethal with more holes than a dartboard
Haters watch him, Hennessy double shot drink
like the answer to the problem's at the bottle's bottom
Uhh, from the {?} that homey pay how you owe me
My niggaz take no like Kobe
Even with the the arms of the Hawk, you couldn't hold me
from gettin mines, stogies be rolled, smokin and gettin by
Thanks to rap I ain't got a dime
Got me sneakin out of checkout lines with bottles by the waistside
Yeah, smack 'em in the face, let 'em taste pride
Face trial, end up washed up like the shorelines
Do or die ride, how the dead return
Street turns, keep me in this dirt, like an earthworm
What he spit hits and grows, will brothers ever learn
Worth a word, chat with a nerd, meeting adjourned


Good stuff. Seriously deltron 3030 is the best though. I can listen to that album through over and over, I still find myself catching little bits of genious here and there which I missed before.


Aesop Rock is alright. His song None Shall Pass gets a lot of play by me along with 5fingers. None Shall Pass is easily one of my favorite songs. The instumental is amazing as well.


flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist
wither by the watering hole, border patrol
what are we to heart huckabee art fuckery suddenly?
not enough young in his lung for the waterwing
colorfully vulgar poacher outta mulch
like "i'm 'a pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt"
fine
sign of the time we elapse
when a primate climb up a spine and attach
eye for an eye by the bog like swamps and vines
they get a rise out of frogs and flies
so when a dog-fight's hog-tied prize sorta costs a life
their mouths water on a fork and knife
and the allure isn't right, no score on a war torn beach
where the cash cow's actually beef
blood turns wine when it leak for police
like "that's not a riot it's a feast, let's eat!"

CHORUS:
and i will remember your name and face
on the day you are judged by the funhouse cast
and i will rejoice in your fall from grace
with a cane through the sky like "none shall pass"

aah, let me in! x2
none shall pass
aah, let me in! x2
none shall pass

if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix
you wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz
how he spoke through a no-doz motor on the fritz
cause he wouldn't play roll over fetch like a bitch
and express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss
to the jokers who pose by the glitz.
fine
sign of the swine in the swarm
when a king is a whore who comply and conform
miles outside of the eye of the storm
with a siphon to lure out a prize and award
while avoiding the vile and bazaar that is violence and war
true blue triumph is more
like wait, let it snake up outta the centerfold
let it break the walls of jericho
ready? go! sat where the old cardboard city folk
swap tales with heads like every other penny throw

Chorus

"you tried to trick me
you've gotta lot of nerve"
"i'm not trying to trick you
i'm -trust me- i'm -trust me- i'm trying to help"

okay, woke to a grocery list
goes like this: duty and death
anyone object come stand in the way
you could be my little snake river canyon today
and i ran with a chain of commands
and a jet pack strap where the back-stab lands if it can
fine
sign of the vibe in the crowd
when i cut her belly open to find what climb out
what a bit of gusto he muster up
to make a dark horse rush like enough is enough
it musta struck a nerve so they huff and puff
'til all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck
and it's a beautiful thing
to my people who keep an impressive wingspan
even when the cubicle shrink
you gotta pull up the intruder by the root of the weed
NY chew thru the machine

Chorus

"i'm trying to help"

Take take, the medicine tastes great
Gotta keep in the city I'm way baked
Waiting for the meteor shading at twelve begin paint
The origin of a deeper leader will take place
Two coke bottles adorn the rope toddler
Rebel of refrigerator
Give him a Nilla wafer
No role model, provoke him to shift focus
Cus he noticed that a cookie tastes better when it's stolen
Kids got the darnedest crooks
All? get from an honest person
Bought enough fireworks from the bullies to blow up a small barn
Which he kept in the box in the yard
And the bark is far from a klepto-anthem
But a klepto-tangent
Prefaced the grand canvass
Dance to the dirt
Stand up, celebrate the natural need to own what ain't earned
See it rolls off the tongue
Like a smoke ring rolls off a lung til it's done
Ready set kept it
He thefted a post-it
Later applied the motives to a moment of some grown shit
"Hey, you with the sharpie and BM! "
Did you foreplay the gm
Or you carpe the diem
Warplay the porn game
Wanna get the sure way
Well the freedom will correlate with the sword play and heathens
Trickery I'm back, talk
Fresh outta high school
On the prickly catwalk
Of the modern bright slide rule
Every last number in it's history
Got it's own little hustle to nuzzle up with the victory, Thanks
Bathe in a bottle of your finest
Huckleberry sift through the piss looking for diamonds
For that hell appears to that in your climate
Get your money from the richest Seek your pussy from the flyest

[Chorus:]
Slow and low, Do or die calm
Suicide king and a tuck of the palm
Slow and low, do or die, stuck
Two to five cans in the trunk of the truck
And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you [x4]
Capture the flag

[Verse 2:]
One by one like little confused penguins
Larceny's yes when fools used weapons
Like a bitter little burgular jaded up at the buckets
He's dumb enough to pull up in public in the f**kin thing
Nope gotta configure the five fingers
Sorta hop wire vehicular skill is applicable
If an eye's on the prize and the itch ain't flushed
I hope the fruits of your labor relieve the initial rush
Like, step over the abysmal cusp
Matchmakers trying to make the mixed signals f**ked
And make you read the mud, maybe make the stigma's crushed
Like "he will learn to walk after he lifts the drums"
And this is certified milk by the department of skullduggery
Shoplift quicker than ya shutter speed
Click! Missed, dip dumb colory
In another muddy river water til the rudder bleeds
Skip around the money Peel the color me bunny killer
Hovering where the mother feed
Gutter greed king
Let a crumby motherf**ker breed f**k with me
It goes knock knock, rummy at an abrupt speed
The seed's all growns up, playing grown people games
Evil lames grown encompass the whole paper chase
Grip, better get the master plan
So when the workers of a secret graph expands,
Yes a pig is a cop, I got a villian for flock, so when I rake in the bacon I hope the kiddies will watch
I hope the flipping of the system will be heavily clocked
Cus opportunity's fickle If they we're trickling Stop!
Capture the flag
Drag that crass little bastard flap through the hazmat glass
Laugh when he asks for it back
Scratch that
Welcome to the magic and a basket of cash

[Chorus:]
Slow and low, do or die, calm
Suicide king and a tuck of the palm
Slow and low, do or die, stuck
Two to five cans in the trunk of the truck

And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you [x4]
Capture the flag

[peleschramm]

Okay, these guys can use big words, but they still can't put together sentences that make sense.

It's a bit ridiculous to expect song lyrics, or even poetry, to be entirely grammatically correct.

Here, let me demonstrate.

A Girl by Ezra Pound

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.


You may not like the poem, but would you really argue that this is not clever, simply because the sentences don't make sense? Poetry and songwriting have never been judged by their grammatical correctness, as it simply wouldn't make sense to force one to apply such conventions when they attempt to artistically exercise and express their creative mind.

I think that you just like telling others off whenever you get the opportunity. Perhaps it's because you would like to to prove to yourself and others that you are more intelligent than them, or perhaps there's another reason. In any case, I would like to politely ask that you think about your criticisms more in the future, prior to posting them. Consider, maybe you are wrong after all? Also, please try to consider whether or not you are actually contributing, and improving things, rather than just pissing people off and feeling pleased with yourself. Though I have seen some great posts from you, a lot of them seem to just be cheap self-esteem raising attempts that often offend, or otherwise annoy others. Please, post wisely :).

[Goats_On_Unicycles]

Anything by The Dan

[maestro8]

I think that you just like telling others off whenever you get the opportunity.

So, how's that degree in psychology coming along? I didn't realize people were doing evaluations online these days. Are you using me for your next paper?

Whatever makes you happy, Pele, keep listening to it, I don't care. Just don't confuse your hip-hop with poetry... the Hieroglyphics might write rhymes, but that does not put them on level with a poet like Pound.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/undeniablynikki/Random/Funny/SandyVag.jpg

[dudewithasock]

Most anything by Flobots.

[harper]

Rap songs with good lyrics.

As if.

[Goats_On_Unicycles]

Jason's picture made me cough up my soda and it fizzed in my nose.

But it was worth it.

[Biggestbtc]

I don't really listen to rap, but I have heard some of Shai Linne's stuff. If anything, this is good rap, IMO. His "song", Mission Accomplished:

Verse 1

Here’s a controversial subject that tends to divide

For years it’s had Christians lining up on both sides

By God’s grace, I’ll address this without pride

The question concerns those for whom Christ died

Was He trying to save everybody worldwide?

Was He trying to make the entire world His Bride?

Does man’s unbelief keep the Savior’s hands tied?

Biblically, each of these must be denied

It’s true, Jesus gave up His life for His Bride

But His Bride is the elect, to whom His death is applied

If on judgment day, you see that you can’t hide

And because of your sin, God’s wrath on you abides

And hell is the place you eternally reside

That means your wrath from God hasn’t been satisfied

But we believe His mission was accomplished when He died

But how the cross relates to those in hell?

Well, they be saying:


Lord knows He tried (8x)


Verse 2


Father, Son and Spirit: three and yet one

Working as a unit to get things done

Our salvation began in eternity past

God certainly has to bring all His purpose to pass

A triune, eternal bond no one could ever sever

When it comes to the church, peep how they work together

The Father foreknew first, the Son came to earth

To die- the Holy Spirit gives the new birth

The Father elects them, the Son pays their debt and protects them

The Spirit is the One who resurrects them

The Father chooses them, the Son gets bruised for them

The Spirit renews them and produces fruit in them

Everybody’s not elect, the Father decides

And it’s only the elect in whom the Spirit resides

The Father and the Spirit- completely unified

But when it comes to Christ and those in hell?

Well, they be saying:


Lord knows He tried (8x)


Verse 3


My third and final verse- here’s the situation

Just a couple more things for your consideration

If saving everybody was why Christ came in history

With so many in hell, we’d have to say He failed miserably

So many think He only came to make it possible

Let’s follow this solution to a conclusion that’s logical

What about those who were already in the grave?

The Old Testament wicked- condemned as depraved

Did He die for them? C’mon, behave

But worst of all, you’re saying the cross by itself doesn’t save

That we must do something to give the cross its power

That means, at the end of the day, the glory’s ours

That man-centered thinking is not recommended

The cross will save all for whom it was intended

Because for the elect, God’s wrath was satisfied

But still, when it comes to those in hell

Well, they be saying:


Lord knows He tried (8x)

[Biggestbtc]

You can listen to it here. (http://www.imeem.com/people/hX0Ft9/music/pZkU7VVU/shai-linne-mission-accomplished/)

[phlegm]

In the spirit of the daily Stryper video, this thread deserves some DC Talk. :p

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ClRxHBtI6Y

[evil-nick]

MC Lars is one of the few rappers I enjoy. I love how he can work science fiction and literary theory into one track ;)

"Space Game"

You can take away my space ship
You can take away my space suit
You can even take away my space lasers
But you can never, ever take away my space game
I broke through the carbonite that’s how I got free
Jabba, back up, because there’s no stopping me
Post-modern player, sample-tastic.
Flow’s ekphrastic, I get drastic
Hey, watch the plastic, yo, I name check
And leave you drowned in space oobleck
Player of the future, watch me go!
Sith girls scream when they hear my flow
These alien chicks reproduce with spores
So I go where no MC has gone before
Hey Fry, look, we can still be friends
I won’t ask Leela out again. Sci-fi, I try, I fly solo
Shoot your landspeeder up just like Bolo
“What’s with Lars, and what’s with his name?”
Never mind that ish, ‘cause I’ve got space game!

CHORUS
Darth Maul can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
Boba Fett can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
Vader can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
Space player bowling up like dynamite
Dr. Smith can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
Q can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
Even Hal can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)

Because I’ve got space game and it feels all right
In 2112, all the players play on
Everyone bumps Rush and that “Tom Sawyer” song
I took the red pill, and high fived Neo
Hey what should I sample? “If it sells pick Dio!”
Yo Morpheus, look, you’re a real cyber punk
But your friend Trinity has junk in the trunk
And I’m from Mars, and she’s from Venus
She has ovaries and I have a light saber
‘Cause I get more play than Captain Kirk
He found out and went berserk like a jealous jerk
But no puny Vulcan death grip can paralyze me
I said beam me up Scotty, and then I got free
Princess Leia said that my flows are tight
So I said I supposed she can spend the night
A long time ago in a galaxy far away…
MC Lars got some space age play!

CHORUS
T1000 can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
Magneto can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
Even Zod can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
It’s tight, don’t even try to bite, the sci-fi style I incite
Mr. Spock can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
The Wrath of Khan can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
The Borg can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
Because I’ve got space game and it feels all right

MC Lars: Yo DJ Hal! Bring that beat back
Hal 9000: I’m sorry Lars, I’m afraid I can’t do that
MC Lars: So what can you do?
Hal 9000: I can play this awesome guitar solo

This song is futuristic, so hardcore
Hey T.S. Eliot! Please shut the door
Because modernism is so passé
The postmodern revolution is here to stay
In the house tonight because of Frank Lloyd Wright
The bass goes “boom!” like dynamite
“Yo, Wright was a modernist!”
Yeah I know that, all right,
But you can’t rhyme “Bob Venturi’ with “dynamite”
See it’s Guernica Part II when I storm the stage
I draw fans like Warhol draws soup cans on the page
Did I say postmodern? Well, that was a lie!
I’ve been post-postmodern since junior high

CHORUS
Ezra Pound can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
Virginia Wolfe can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
Joseph Conrad can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
I excite the modern mind like a ray of light
Franz Kafka can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
Wallace Stevens can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
e.e. cummings can’t stop me (I’m on fire tonight)
I’ve got postmodern game and it feels all right

Yes I’m an alien, I come from outer space
Yes I’m an alien, I came to rock this place

He also does a cool retelling of "The Raven":

"Mr. Raven"
We got EAP in the house tonight, Edgar Allan Poe.
America's favorite anti-transcendentalist.
We're taking this back, way back, nineteenth century style.

[CHORUS]
Who's that (who's that) rapping?
Who's that rapping at my chamber door?
Mr. (mister) Raven!
All up in my grill like, "Nevermore."

Kick it! Once upon a midnight dreary, while I kicked it weak and weary,
Dark and cold just like Lake Eerie, Brand New sample, someone clear me.
While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.
Up like, "What?", this thunder clapping in my brain like graphic Halflings.
Staffing me, I put down Milton. Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton.
Open window, halfway built-in. Times a changing like Bob Dylan.
Twenty-pound bird black as could be, cold feet cold eyes aimed straight at me.
Grim face, grim stare, death carnivore, quothe that raven "Nevermore."

[REPEAT CHORUS]

I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels from me.
Alone with books (hey that's me!), harbinger of death visiting me.
I said, "Can I help you, evil prophet? If you got a problem, look, I'll solve it."
He checked my hook, DJ revolved it, perched on Pallas, chalice dropped it.
"Tell me sir, please, if you can. Am I good or evil man?
What can I say, what can I do, when will I be rid of you?"
"Nevermore," quothe he at me, hating on this fresh MC,
Satanic raven, Niche glee, killing me softly like the Fugees.
Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy inverse just like Fred Durst.
Call a nurse, disperse my thirst‰ put this process in reverse.
Wish I'd had some warning first, MC Lars, '88 hearse.
Now I'll never be Slug or Murs, under that black raven's curse.
The raven's eyes still have the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
Lamplight over him still streaming, hear my screaming, hearme screaming!
My soul still floats there on that floor and shall be lifted nevermore.
Afflicted calm, like Michael Moore, canonized piece, US folklore.

[REPEAT CHORUS]

Who's house? Raven's house!

And finally, some Hamlet :D
"Hey There Ophelia"

The name's Hamlet and I've got a tale
about madness, lust and a female.
Dad's a ghost and he roams the floors,
lurks at night in Elsinore.
Got a pale face just like Kiss paint,
normal you know this ain't.
Something is rotten up in Denmark, a sick mistake.
My uncle Claudius, his alibi is fishy,
suspicions of murder because he's acting hella shifty
Frailty - Thy name is woman, because my mom's on his D
A-N-I-S-H throne, my dad's ghost tells me:
"Swear (swear, swear), to revenge my regicide,
Claudius iced me one night, under my crown he tries to hide.
So Hamlet here's your mission:
Use your antic disposition
make them think you're crazy,
bring justice, fuse the fission."
Meanwhile my girl Ophelia is goth as hell
keeps a razor by her wrist, rocks out to Soft Cell.
This girl's got more issues than Amy Winehouse,
I'm like 'Get thee to a nunnery, I'm not trying to find a spouse...'
and she says:
"Screw that, forget about that,
I don't want to think about anything like that.
Screw that, forget about that,
I don't want to know about anything like that!"

[Chorus]
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed up on you
(Forget it though)
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed up on you
(Just let it go)

I'm an emo prince, non-committal as could be,
you'd be non-committal too if you were flawed like me.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are on my back and I've had it,
I've got these players down from Norway let them practice in the attic.
I'll have them reenact the murder, watch my uncle's expression,
the play's the thing to catch the king and teach him a lesson.
My uncle freaks out at the play
I know he did it just like OJ.
Can't 187 while he prays because Hamlet won't play that way (nope).
Confront my mom throw her down on the bed,
because this Oedipus complex has got me stressed in the head.
[ MC Lars Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Then I killed my girlfriend's Dad, he was spying now he's dead,
I screamed at my Mom while the blood made the carpet turn red.
See kings lose crowns but princes stay intelligent,
R. Kelly has girl problems? This is drama, that's irrelevant.
Ophelia bursts in throwing columbines and daisies.
Singing songs about virginity gone, - she's honest but she's crazy.
And she says:
"Screw that, forget about that,
I don't want to think about anything like that.
Screw that, forget about that,
I don't want to know about anything like that!"

[Chorus]
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed up on you
(You've got to see)
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed up on you
(Not you it's me)

We've got clowns in the graveyard and I'm talking to skulls,
we've got murder and incest, who said Shakespeare was dull!?
My girlfriend took her life, and I'm like, "goodness gracious!"
Her brother wants to duel - Laertes is too pugnacious.
My uncle dipped the tip of the saber in poison (duel time)
then he poisoned the cup that mom started enjoyin' (tool time).
I got stabbed with the poison sword, then I stabbed my girlfriend's brother,
and then I stabbed my uncle and we've all killed each other.
To be or not to be? Well I guess that solves that one.
And I would have stayed in Whittgenberg if I'd known that this would happen.
If you're ever up in Denmark on a moonlit night,
you'll hear Ophelia's sad song when the full moon's bright.
Baby I'm sorry I messed up, goodnight my sweet princess,
may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest...
and they sing:

[Chorus]
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed up on you
(Forget it though)
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed up on you
(Just let it go)
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed up on you
(You've got to see)
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed up on you
(Not you it's me)

[peleschramm]

Whatever makes you happy, Pele, keep listening to it, I don't care. Just don't confuse your hip-hop with poetry... the Hieroglyphics might write rhymes, but that does not put them on level with a poet like Pound.


I didn't. In fact, I explicitly separated the two:
"It's a bit ridiculous to expect song lyrics, or even poetry..."
"Poetry and songwriting"

I was not suggesting that Hieroglyphics write poetry. I was suggesting that even in poetry, as well as songwriting of any sort (yes, I think that poetry and songwriting are related somewhat), grammatical correctness is not considered a necessity. I have heard criticism from many people that rap isn't "poetic" enough for them. But here, you see, I showed that even in poetry, which is (I guess) what some people think that rap should ideally sound like, grammatical correctness is unnecessary.


And no offense was meant by my above criticism of your posts. I only have the best interest of the unicyclist community in mind. Your unnecessary assholish comments that you make on a regular basis do not help anyone. I've been annoyed by them, and I'm sure many others have been annoyed by them to, so I just wanted to politely ask you to think before you post, and perhaps give you some thoughts on why you may be so tempted to post in such a manner all the time, so that you could make better judgments in the future.

[itsmrbudman2u]

Most anything by Flobots.

+1

My pick at first glance of this thread.

An example for those who don't know them...

Song: Stand Up

Stand up
We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Stand up We shall not be moved
Except by a woman dying from the loss of food
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

We still don't understand thunder and lightning
Flash back to when we didn't fund the dam
Didn't fund the damn levi? No wonder man
Now our whole damn city's torn asunder man
Under water but we still don't understand
We see hurricane spills over on the land
Through gaps you couldn't fill with a 100 tons of sand
No we still don't understand
We've seen planes in the windows of buildings crumbled in
We've seen flames send the chills through London
And we've sent planes to kill them and some of them were children
But still we crumbling the building
Underfunded but we still don't understand
Under god but we kill like the son of Sam
But if you feel like I feel like about the son of man
We will overcome

So Stand up
We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Stand up We shall not be moved
Except by a woman dying from the loss of food
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

I said Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
Except by a woman dying from the loss of food
Except by a freedom fighter bleeding on a cross for you
We shall not be moved
Except by a system thats rotten through
Neglecting the victims and ordering the cops to shoot
High treason now we need to prosecute

So Stand up
We shall not be moved
And we wont fight a war for fossil fuel
Its times like this that you want to plot a coo
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
So Stand up
We shall not be moved
Unless were taking a route we have not pursued
So if you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

I said Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
if you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up

Now shake, shake
A Polaroid dream
nightmare negatives develop on the screen
We sit back and wait for the government team
Criticize they but who the fuck are we
The people want peace but the leaders want war
Our neighbors don't speak, peek thru the front door
House representatives preach "stay the course"
Time for a leap of faith
Once More

Put your hands up high if you havn't imagined
Hope that the pen strokes stronger than the cannon
Balls to the wall, Nose to the grindstone
My interrogation techniques leave your mind blown
So Place your bets lets speak to the enemy
Don't let em pretend that we seek blood
And who's we anyways Kemo Sabe?
Mighty warlord wanna-be street thug
a threat for a threat leaves the whole world terrified
blow for blow never settles the score
word for word is time need clarify
We the people did not want war

So Stand up
We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Unless were taking a route we have not pursued
So if you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

I said Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
if you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up

[SirSkillz]

White and Nerdy, and Amish Paradise

Really clever.

Weird Al is sometimes funny, and in these two songs he delivers.

[wickedbob]

BTM and Maestro8 are my favorite posters. Maestro really isn't even and asshole, people on this website get offended way to easily. It's the Internet, calm down, take a break, welcome to the ignore list. He's sarcastic and blah blah, but that's just how it goes. He's one of the best posters on here.

[crazyjoe]

Although I don't like rap, I'm not going to start an argument. The only good rap song I've ever heard is the one in the video seen below. I'd also advise watching the video, it's really good riding. Sorry, no lyrics :o

YouTube - Hilltop Hoods - The Nosebleed Section

[itsmrbudman2u]

Oh...And who could forget "Read a Book"

NWS for language.

YouTube - Read a Book (Dirty Version)

[Into the blue]

Just like there are no good white basketball players, there are no rap songs with good lyrics.

[unisteve]

One of my personal favourites is "The Positronic Pimp (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qar0unFwm2I)" by Futuristic Sex Robotz. Most of the rap is not extremely erudite, though it is kind of clever. I really enjoy how Data is portrayed as an s-e-x maniac by taking a few specific events out of context.

The rap includes Data's poem, "Ode to Spot", which appeared in the fifth episode in the sixth season of TNG (in case you'd like to listen to it in its original context). Lyrics of the Ode are here (http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Ode_to_Spot) and here:

Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature;
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.

I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.

A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.

O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.

I don't listen to much serious rap, so I can't help you there.

[uni57]

Ode to Spot! I had that memorized, once.

The Rush song Roll the Bones has a short rap interlude in the middle of the otherwise non-rap song. This is as much rap as I can tolerate, as it comes from my favorite band. It goes like this --

Jack...relax
Get busy with the facts
No zodiacs or almanacs
No maniacs in polyester slacks
Just the facts
Gonna kick some gluteus max
It's a parallax...you dig?
You move around
The small gets big
It's a rig
It's action...reaction
Random interaction
So who's afraid
Of a little abstraction?
Can't get no satisfaction
From the facts?
You better run, homeboy
A fact's a fact
From Nome to Rome, boy

What's the deal?
Spin the wheel
If the dice are hot...take a shot
Play your cards. Show us what you got
What you're holding
If the cards are cold
Don't go folding
Lady Luck is golden
She favors the bold
That's cold
Stop throwing stones
The night has a thousand saxophones
So get out there and rock
And roll the bones
Get busy!

[Catboy]

A lot of rap nowadays seems to have extremely unimaginative, or otherwise poor lyric usage. This thread is for posting rap songs that have good lyrics.Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...

So, any of you know of any songs that either tell a good story, have a good message, or use clever wording, or anything of that nature?


If you're hard-pressed to find rap with solid lyrics, then you either don't listen to enough rap, or you only listen to mainstream crap. People like you give rappers a bad name. You claim to be into the rap music, but you haven't even begun to scratch the surface of the genre, and you complain that you cannot find "suitable" lyricists. Rap is ALL ABOUT THE LYRICS. It's not just loud bass and grabbing your dick with a mic in your hand.


Here's a story for you:
[Verse 1]
MAN WE MOVIN'D, me and Jay Lee, That's my homie and we up about a key
Business is good, got a new wife, I could do this for the rest of my life
Hang with stars, drive fast cars, still wear a vest for protection at the bar
Smoke me a spliff, talk big shit, never in my life will I ever will slip
Don't test me cuz I'm fast with the steel, bullets come hot but they make cats chill
Ready to kill if a cat comes short, nigga lord oh mercy dead on the porch
I gotta do this cuz I can't hesitate, if I do it too early then I'm comin' in late
Called Jay Lee, he said "Cool, Man I'm glad you got rid of that fool"
He said, "There's a concert goin' downtown, The O' Jays, Whispers and James Brown"
"Before you come can you make this round, we got a package comin' off Greyhound"
I said, "We do? Why you didn't tell me?"
He said, "I was off with the family"
I thought for a sec then said "Okay"
That's the homie Jay Lee, that's the homie from the way
Got the information, got to the spot, picked up the drop then I got popped
They said "We got you", read me my rights, and all I could think about was my wife
Got to the station, called Jay Lee
He said "Ain't nothin' I can do for ya homie"
Hung up the phone, I heard the dial tone
Now I'm thinkin', "What the hell is goin' on?"
Damn

[Verse 2]
I had a good lawyer, I got five years, Jay Lee did it to boost his career
Gave me up, to get a bigger cut and I didn't even see it cuz I was caught up in the lust
Man this trial dun made me broke, nobody's laughin' but I feel like a joke
My wife is there, she's filled with tears, She'll have a new man in five years
I got a cold heart, I ain't gon' lie, but that shit right there made me cry
Trapped in the cell, the first day in my cellmate shanked me in the back with a pen
I could feel it go in, I turned for revenge, he started screamin' I killed his friend
I started to shake, he started to fuss, he said "Over a god damn six hundred bucks!"
Man he could'a killed me, he started to laugh, he said I'm gonna have to live with my past
Let the demon sit up in my brain from bringin' that pain, from movin' that caine
I'm sittin' there bleedin', shit is misleadin', I'm in a hospital on the very first evening
Grittin' my teeth cuz life ain't sweet
Now I'm trapped in the belly of the beast, shit

[Verse 3]
Three sixty five, I did it five times and I walked out with Allah in my mind
No red meats, I'm back on the streets, thangs done changed, it's a new game
Cats that I knew that was into books had flipped the script and turned into crooks
Homies would say that the playa Jay Lee would always say good things about me
I say "Fo' real?", They say "Fo' real"
Too bad the homie died in a dope deal
"He left you a key for a mailbox, he said sorry 'bout somethin' then he stopped
I took the key to the mail box, opened it up, and you know what?
Jay Lee left me 92 G's and a note that read "would I please
Forgive me friend, for I have sinned."
"Sometimes we forget what life we're in"
"I know money won't repay the hurt, but maybe it could wash away the dirt"
"Cuz we were born with hearts of gold, but as we get old, the heart gets cold"
I folded the note, and kept it with me so I could always be with the homie Jay Lee
I thought good things, like before I done drugs, and before the train with no love
I called my wife, she was surprised
She took me back, now how you love that?
And just like that, I'm out of the game
That was the last stop on that train
Shit, I'ma tell ya...
And that was the last stop on that train

[peleschramm]

If you're hard-pressed to find rap with solid lyrics, then you either don't listen to enough rap, or you only listen to mainstream crap. People like you give rappers a bad name. You claim to be into the rap music, but you haven't even begun to scratch the surface of the genre, and you complain that you cannot find "suitable" lyricists. Rap is ALL ABOUT THE LYRICS. It's not just loud bass and grabbing your dick with a mic in your hand.

Woah there! Calm down! I am a big fan of rap, and have listened to a wide variety of artists, and almost no mainstream rap. I didn't say "most rap nowadays", I said "a lot of rap nowadays". In fact, I was actually referring to most of the garbage that gets past off as hip hop nowadays that you would hear on the radio. The whole reason why I started this thread was so that I would be able to find new artists that didn't just go with what's popular, because if you ask the average guy on the street today, they will tell you to listen to DJ UNK or something like that. I think that you completely misunderstood my thoughts on rap music. I wouldn't even make such a thread if I didn't have an appreciation for rap, or I thought that all rap has terrible lyrics.

If you are wondering, my favorite rap artists nowadays are:
-Hieroglyphics
-Swollen Members
-Us 3 (Awesome mixture of Jazz and old school rap. You gotta check em out)
-Blue Scholars
-Delinquent Habits
-Sweatshop union (though I got a bit tired of them, sometimes I still listen to them.)
-Notorious B.I.G. (I haven't heard to much from him though, I need to. I like Machine gun funk and Big Poppa)
-Sir Mix Alot (when I'm in the mood)

I might be forgetting a few, but yeah. I definitely don't listen simply to the rap that's popular nowadays, and I do not dislike rap. Rap is great, I just want to know of MORE rappers that write good lyrics, not just be recommended to listen to unimaginative garbage with no talent in the rap and all in the instrumentals, because that's the stuff that most people seem to know about nowadays, not the good stuff.

[peleschramm]

Although I don't like rap, I'm not going to start an argument. The only good rap song I've ever heard is the one in the video seen below. I'd also advise watching the video, it's really good riding. Sorry, no lyrics :o

That is indeed a good song.

[dan de man]

how are we for swearing in this thread
cause
"187" by snoop dog & dr dre
i belive has some very good lyrics

[peleschramm]

Swearing is fine in the songs you post. I don't think that one thread like this would be enough to set off a nanny-alarm.

[uni57]

I'm imagining some of the swear words that might be in the lyrics and I'm guessing they are a bit stronger than words like sh*t and a$$. Maybe it's prudent to bleep them out on this family forum? And also be mindful of whether the subject matter is appropriate for a family forum. How many exceptions-to-the-rule threads can we create before this is no longer a family-oriented forum?

What if you were a 10 year old avid unicyclist and your parents forbade you from viewing this valuable forum?

Don't answer that. Too many threads turn into arguments. Please just continue to be careful what you post.

This did set off a nanny alarm... me.

[peleschramm]

Alright Uni57, that sounds fair (What's your name? It's weird how I don't know your name).

Yeah, try your best to bleep out swear words. If you miss a few, probably not a big deal, but do make an effort to insert * into swear words. We would like to keep this forum open to young unicyclists with overprotective parents.

[wickedbob]

I think parents that overprotective would still hate the idea of *'s, but I'll play along.

[peleschramm]

I think parents that overprotective would still hate the idea of *'s, but I'll play along.

Often times, the parents will only go as far as to put in nanny software. The parents may not like it, but the nanny software may not mind, and that's probably the determining factor.

[crazyjoe]

Alright Uni57, that sounds fair (What's your name? It's weird how I don't know your name).

It say's it right below where it says uni57. Dave Lowell.

Back to the topic of swear words: if a kid is old enough to know how to log in to an online forum , he's heard almost every bad word at some point in his life. I knew the worst of the worst before age 10, but to this day I don't say them. I don't care about swear words, and if I had kids I think I would only care if they're younger than 7 or 8.

But I know someone is going to say, "well you haven't been in that situation so you don't know how you would act." Allow me to respond before someone says that. I understand that I don't know how I would act, I'm only guessing.

I really would like to avoid an argument. I am just explaining myself. If you want to argue what I said, don't bother. I will not return to this thread if you try to start an argument.

[peleschramm]

Let me tell you, I don't think there's anything wrong with swearing, whether a 3 year old does it or an 80 year old does it. I am against insulting in an unnecessarily rude manner, but that doesn't apply to all cases where swear words are used.

But that's not why it's important to not swear on here. It's important because these kids should be allowed to access this forum, not because we would like to be a part of the hysterical covering of the children's ears. It may be alright for these kids to hear these words, but that doesn't matter because it's the parents that decide how they want to restrict internet usage.

[Jerrick]

Every swear has been said on this site and continues to be said. I really dont think its a huge problem with software and stuff. Weve never been like a flame forum where every post is like "F*** dude, last night was the F**ing S***. Ni**** be *** *** all over. Rode my uni like a mother ** and ripped my *** open when I **** up trying to grind this S***y rail."

I dont think we will ever be like that, but once we start to tread that way (Doubt it) thats when we will have to make more of an issue of it.

Anyways, some older stuff, like NWA is sweet. For its time, with a lot of close-minded people being ignorant to what was really going on, Eazy-E and the group really told people exactly how it was and shed light on a lot of topics people never really cared about.

[BillyTheMountain]

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[mr.UNIversal]

yepp :) all gd (thumbs up) until ur walkin thru the shops with ur kids on pensioners day and all of a sudden ur kids all scream out fuckin tosspot ass raping tit fucking cunt drilling git murdering granny dealing pot smoking ass spreading donkey making porno directing fucks!!!!!!!!!!! sorry just had to liven this up it was lacking the touch!

[unisteve]

yepp :) all gd (thumbs up) until ur walkin thru the shops with ur kids on pensioners day and all of a sudden ur kids all scream out f****n tosspot a** r**ing t** f*****g c*** drilling git murdering granny dealing pot smoking a** spreading donkey making p**no directing f***s!!!!!!!!!!! sorry just had to liven this up it was lacking the touch!
Mr. Universal, did you read this thread? I am guessing you did not, or you'd realize that that kind of "touch" is going to keep little children with internet nanny software away from this otherwise excellent internet forum. Please desist, and don't post if you have nothing meaningful to contribute.

We all have to work together to keep this place beautiful. Carry on.

[Into the blue]

yepp :)yepp all gd (thumbs up) until ur walkin thru the shops with ur kids on pensioners day and all of a sudden ur kids all scream out f****n tosspot a** r**ing t** f*****g c*** drilling git murdering granny dealing pot smoking a** spreading donkey making p**no directing f***s!!!!!!!!!!! sorry just had to liven this up it was lacking the touch!

You tw*t.

[Ashwee]

I most certainly agree, Flobots are by far the best rappers I've heard yet.
They actually talk about crisis stuff that is going on in the world.
Not just that but none of anything they talk about is stuff about cars, money, or girls.

[saskatchewanian]

The entire Talkin' Honky Blues album by Buck 65