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Lyric of the Day - Immortal Technique Edition

"I used to be a Christian and a political pawn

'The Bible is right and all your native culture is wrong!'"

- "Crossing the Boundary," Revolutionary Vol. 2

"I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be

As if our people's history started with slavery"

- "Leaving the Past," Revolutionary Vol. 2

"They vote for us to go to war instantly

But none of their kids serve in the infantry

The odds are stacked against us like a casino

Think about it - most of the Army is black and Latino

Tryna escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways

But you can't read history at an illiterate stage

And you can't raise a family on minimum wage

Why the fuck you think most of us are locked in a cage?

I give niggas the truth, cuz they pride is indigent

You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent"

- "Harlem Streets," Revolutionary Vol. 2

"They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Saddam
But that's bullshit, I'll show you why it's totally wrong
Cuz if another country invaded the hood tonight
It'd be warfare through Harlem, and Washington Heights
I wouldn't be fightin for Bush or White America's dream
I'd be fightin for my people's survival and self-esteem
I wouldn't fight for racist churches from the south, my nigga
I'd be fightin to keep the occupation out, my nigga
You ever clock someone who talk shit, or look at you wrong?
Imagine if they shot at you, and was rapin your moms
And of course Saddam Hussein had chemical weapons
We sold him that shit, after Ronald Reagan's election
Mercenary contractors fightin' a new era
Corporate military bankin off the war on terror
They controllin the ghetto, with the failed attack
Tryna distract the fact that they engineerin the crack"

- "Bin Laden" featuring Mos Def

Lyric of the Day

Nas - "Black President"

[2Pac: And though it seems heaven sent

We ain't ready to have a black president]

Yes we can - change the world

 

They forgot us on the block, got us in a box

Solitary confinement, how violent are these cops?

They need an early retirement, how many rallies will I watch?

I ain't got it in me to march

I got a semi to spark, the game's in a drought

Public housing, projects, cookin up in the Pyrex

My set, my click, either getting money

Or running from homicide trial, that's if they ain't died yet

Tryna be rich, still I'm pledgin allegiance

A predicate felon, a ghetto leader

Lending my poetical genius to whoever may need it

I bleed this from Queensbridge, now living with my feet up

Never defeated so a president's needed

Y'know these colored folks and Negroes

Hate to see one of their own succeedin

America, surprise us, and let a black man guide us

 

[2Pac: And though it seems heaven sent

We ain't ready to have a black president]

Yes we can - change the world

 

What's the black pres thinkin on election night?

Is it how can I protect my life? Protect my wife?

Protect my rights? Every other president was nothin less than white

'Cept Thoman Jefferson had mixed Indian blood

And Calvin Coolidge

KKK is like 'what the fuck', loadin they guns up

Loadin up mine’s too, ready to ride

Cause I'm ridin with my crew, he dies we die too, yeah

But on a positive side, I think Obama provides

Hope and challenges minds

Of all races and colors to erase the hate

And try and love one another, so many political snakes

We in need of a break, I'm thinkin I can trust this brotha

But will he keep it way real?

Every innocent nigga in jail gets out on appeal

When he wins will he really care still?

I feel…

 

[2Pac: And though it seems heaven sent

We ain't ready to have a black president]

Yes we can - change the world

 

Say a prayer for "do we have to?"

You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor

In love with a slave master

Sincerely yours, USA most brave rapper

Jesse car-jacker, Uncle Tom-kidnapper

Ask around, Bentley Coupe off the richter

Bitch called life, I pimped her - what?

Politics, politricks, Klan-shooter

Deacon for defense, progress-producer

Nothing on the stove, your survival-booster

Gotta do what we gotta do

We ain't got no governors coming through to help

Anything we need done, we gotta do for self

New improved JFK on the way

It ain't the 60s again, niggas ain't hippies again

We ain't falling for the same traps

Standing on the balconies, where they shot the King at

McCain got apologies, ain't nobody hearing that

People need honesty

 

[2Pac: And though it seems heaven sent

We ain't ready to have a black president]

Yes we can - change the world

Lyric of the Day

Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie, and sometimes "y"
Nothin is for sure, nothin is for certain
Nothin lasts forever but until they close the curtain
It's him and I - Aquemini

- "Aquemini," Outkast, Aquemini

I think my life would be better if I listened to more Outkast.

Lyric of the Day

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son
Ain't nothin nice

- Jay-Z, "Where I'm From," In My Lifetime, Vol. 1

Lyric of the Day

Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face
Came in the place blowed and sprayed Puffy with Mase
I lace the weed with insect repellant, better check the smelly
Eminem starts with E, better check the spelling
With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple
I got an aspirin capsule in my Adam's apple
Somebody dropped me on my head, and I'm sure
That my mother did it, but the bitch won't admit it was her
I slit her stomach open with a scalpel when she was six months
And said, "I'm ready now bitch, ain't you feelin these kicks cunt?"
The world ain't ready for me yet, I can tell
I'll probably have a cell next to the furnace in hell
I'm sick of this sperm cells with syphilis germs
And I'm hotter than my dick is when I piss and it burns
I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach
And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it
Hit you in the head with a brick till you plummet
If y'all don't like me you can suck my dick till you numb it
And all that gibberish you was spittin you need to kill it
Cuz your style is like dyin in my sleep, I don't feel it

Cuz any man who would jump in front of a minivan
for twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin
is fuckin crazy

I'm ice grillin you, starin you down with a Gremlin grim
I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym
I'm Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias
to save me with in case I get chased by space aliens
A braniac with a cranium packed full of more uranium
than a maniac Saudi Arabian
A highly combustible head, spasmatic
Strapped to a Kraftmatic adjustable bed
Laid up in the hospital in critical condition
I flatlined, jumped up and ran from the mortician
High speed, IV full of Thai weed
Lookin Chinese, with my knees stuck together like Siamese
twins, joined at the groin like lesbians
Pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pins
I hope God forgives me for my sins
It probably all depends on if I keep on killin my girlfriends

Cuz any man who would jump in front of a minivan
for twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin
is fuckin crazy

Last night I OD'd on rush, mushrooms, and dust
And got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed (shucks)
I'm an alcoholic and that's all I can say
I call in to work cuz all I do is frolic and play
I swallow grenades, and take about a bottle a day
of Tylenol 3, and talk about how violent I'll be
Gimme eleven Excedrin my head'll spin
Medicine'll get me revvin like a 747 jet engine
Scratched my balls till I shredded skin
"Doctor check this rash, look how red it's been"
"It's probably AIDS" - "Forget it then"
I strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows
that don't even make sense, like dykes usin dildos
So reach in your billfolds for ten ducats
And pick up this Slim Shady shit that's on Rawkus
Somethin somethin somethin somethin, I get weeded
My daughter scribbled over that rhyme, I couldn't read it

- Eminem on "Any Man," Rawkus Presents Soundbombing II

Lyric of the Day

Visualizin the realism of life in actuality
Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
Cuz yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But something must've got in us cuz all of us turned to sinners
Now some restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryna carry on tradition
Keepin the Schweppervescence street ghetto essence inside us
Cuz it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though we know somehow we all gotta go
But as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kinda dough so
Until that day we expire and turn to vapors
Me and my capers'll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cuz life's a bitch and then ya die

- AZ on Nas, "Life's A Bitch," Illmatic

Lyric of the Day

You ain’t artsier than me – cuz you only read books, don’t watch TV
You ain’t artsier than me – cuz you shop at Whole Foods in open-toed shoes
You ain’t artsier than me – cuz you speak real soft and drink chai tea
You ain’t artsier than me – I recycle too, I’m kinda like you

- The Grouch, "Artsy," Show You The World

Lyric of the Day

I hear the doctor standin over me, screamin I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes, layin here naked
Still I can't breathe, somethin's evil in my IV
Cuz every time I breathe, I think they killin me
I'm havin nightmares, homicidal fantasies
I wake up stranglin, tangled in my bed sheets
I call the nurse cuz it hurts to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
Cuz even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Try to remember but it hurts
I'm walkin through the cemetery talkin to the dirt
I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in heaven and it's ours, black power
is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate is a lifetime of hate
Dear mama, can you save me? And fuck peace
Cuz the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation, each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal, runnin round strapped
Mr. Po-lice, please try to see
That it's a million motherfuckers stressin just like me
Only God can judge me

- 2Pac, "Only God Can Judge Me," All Eyez On Me

My husband says I cuss too much on this blog, so I'll quote Murs instead of conventional wisdom and say opinions are like rap careers -- everybody's got one. Sometimes people should keep them to themselves. Only God can judge me.

Lyric of the Day

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Put the pieces back together my way

- Aesop Rock, "Daylight," Labor Days

Lyric of the Day

Masta Ace, “Soda & Soap,” A Long Hot Summer

I met this girl named Fantasy on Wall Street
From Tahiti, a real Tahitian treat
She had a lotta pep, see honey was peace
And she told me she liked my smile like Shanice
She danced at this club and made the guys holler
And in a minute made like a thousand dollars
A club that was run by Mr. Schweppes
He had a rep, and everybody watched they step
Cuz word on the street was he was no joke
Had everything from crack, marijuana, to coke
Later at the club saw this guy named Wayne
Who always bettin money on the Giants game
As soon as I saw him, yo I stayed away
Cuz he the type that welches a bet and won’t pay
I keep tryna tell him, be a straight stepper
Somebody gon’ slice him and send him to Dr. Pepper
Went to the bar just to check the score
Got the bartender, told him what to pour
He put it on my tab as he filled my cup
And told me the game was tied, seven up
Around twelve o’clock she came out to dance
Had all the guys pushin just to have a chance
To spend a little money tryna see the rest
She was blessed, in a orange crushed velvet dress
But I stayed by the bar cuz I already know
How it go, I already saw the show
See I went to a club like this in Toronto
And came back from Canady dry with no dough
And ever since then I see and see clear
You’ll never find love in this atmosphere
Sometimes you gotta find a better place to be in
Maybe go to a mountain, do a little skiin
So I finished up my drink, and I said goodbye
And got home before the sun kissed the sky
No matter where you from, or which way you leanin
Now goin pop got a whole new meanin

The Y2K is a brand new era
I’m tryna make hits like Yogi Berra
I wonder how long I’ll be in this biz
Cuz it’s not all cheer like you think it is
There’s a whole lot to gain, but a lot to lose
Just ask any rapper who paid dues
Everybody now and then bound to struggle
I just grab my wife and we lay and snuggle
We talk bout the Ivory Coast, how one day
We gon’ sail on the tide and get whisked away
Look up at the stars till the crack of dawn
Hold her, and never leave her side for long
But for now, I keep on makin ya bounce
And make sure somethin in my checking accounts
Grab my cell phone and I start to dial
Take a look at my life and start to smile
It’s funny how the game make you change your tone
Cuz the joy in my life is the microphone
So I straighten up my act and keep doin my thing
Gettin the green, nahmean, gettin it clean