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Posted: Thursday December 16th, 2004 20:28 |
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Hey yall...thought I'd see if I could bring a little fun and creativity to the site.
Rules....8 lines......(no I'm not a rapper).....that's it. Have a little fun with it. Hip Hop ORIGINALLY was about self respect and self expression...just being proud to be black. I was talking to a friend of mine who said "Hip Hop is dead"...I think I'll prove him wrong.
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Turned from helmets and combat boots, to ties and business suits
from empty pockets, no lights and sippin on 25 cent noodles/
From gun shots and gang bangs, hood cops watchin'
to houses, two car garages, fire places big screens and Xboxes./
from court cases, and what can I steal from ya,
to leather brief cases, Grand Cherokees, to black land owner/
from a wild son to an even wilder father,
I'd bleed for my own seed now, or a smile from my mother./
Last edited on Thursday December 16th, 2004 23:28 by Parris
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Posted: Thursday December 16th, 2004 20:29 |
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And I wonder if she's lookin at me now
Here baby boy grown into a grown man in his own right, wow/
Why do we...do what we do, chose what we choose
cruise were we cruise, bruise what we bruise/
move what we move, loose what we loose,
first place you see a brother, on the 11 o'clock news/
Why is it...Spot lighted, and highlighed, death for the world to see,
Why the killer and the victim has the same face as me/.
PaRrIs
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Posted: Thursday December 16th, 2004 23:27 |
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Why is the man stealing from me a black face like mine,
Why are my brothers killing each other for nickels and dimes/
Walk the streets eyes open half blind, like sick men with wine
And our leaders feed us, over feed us same tired azz lines/
Nothing do we own respectfully, Away from our own collectively
Up for my own expectionally leader of men to boys, protectively,/
If I'm a killer for my country let me die with black pride
But lets hope that my killin' helps me to say black alive./
PaRrIs
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The Watcher
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Posted: Saturday December 18th, 2004 19:23 |
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Our brothers are stealing, while some are squealing all like swines
Trapped in a sty, bleating gettin weakened with crime
Gettin fattened up with bling, and thinking its all fine
Fighting each other while the famer waits for dinner time
You blame the porker beside you on his way to the table
He just like you, stuck and trapped and unable
We Piggys will revolt like Orwell's Snowball and the other
But there always a Napoleon waiting to exploit his brother
hmm
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Posted: Saturday December 18th, 2004 20:21 |
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Pride in essence is what I feel
Pride is lost, substituted with sex appeal
Stealing, drug dealin, chillin
Out life’s become useless like Tanzanian shilling
It’s all facts of life
Like drugs, hustlers, and marriage as in man and wife
Our life’s, dreams, aspirations been abducted
We stand here idle unreconstructed
Let’s stand shoulder to shoulder
Throw away the garbage, poison, the cigarette holder
 
Last edited on Tuesday December 21st, 2004 22:46 by Taysense
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Posted: Friday January 7th, 2005 18:28 |
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Lets fix up, breathe easy
lungs aint never been wheezy
In veins an arteries my blood flow freely
No cane, no crack, no drug can impede me
No paranoia or mood swings, eyes see clearly
Im toxin free and pleased to just be me
In my world of sin Im a one off rarity
Doing my best to help spread sobriety
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