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The Night Hip Hop died
I remember the BOOM and the BOX
That dropped my Heart
Caused It to Stop
The Beat!
Scared to Repeat
That moment
Dear Hip Hop and Rap and other types of music that were traps for what I thought was a good beat but ended up being everything but that.
First.....you don't want it to end
Then realize, in those eyes, what you
See is pretend
And you believed you were friends
Till she leaves you again
You beg and plead, and say she's all
You need
The blood flooded from your vain caused your brain to ich in pain My flow cause a murder scene in my bloody dream The diss caused a conflict in my switch pit Slick Rick was the king of the king pin Flow caused the Earth to spin in million blows Co
If America was great
We wouldn't close up all our gates
because that walls not meant for peace
the foundations full of fear and hate
the world can't relate
they look at us with disgrace
it's 2017
Reminding me of a quiet strom,
Feeling like a young mob deep where is alchemist,
Remembering the lox feeling like a young Jadakiss,
Needing the money power and respect,
Kluster fucking women like I’m a young tech,
I think you and me could make it
But I'm not sure if our hearts can take it
So i'm in the studio writing my feelings down
Trying not to drown
In my emotions
Cupid's never been mistaken
Until now
Our love is forsaken
Think we should take our final bows
These curtains won't be drawn again
I am the child born on a late Winter evening.
I am the woman you never desire leaving.
I am the lady scanning frantically in libraries.
I am the hopeless romantic ending February.
I write when I'm sad,
I write when I mad,
I write when the sun shines,
or pouring cats and dogs outside.
I write when I have something to say,
or nothing at all.
Nikes on when i touch down,
Cuz ik she like to run rounds,
I aint playin wit, i aint playin in it, straight up
Even brought shots just case u tryna lay up,
Stay up fa da night, we gon get it in like u like
Double C-M-G not very many people ever heard about me What?
You wanna be like me take ya work ethic multiply it by three
see how I'm feeling this beat? Remember laughing when I was struggling huh?
40 acres and a mule
How bout 40 million and some fame
slaves to old white men's rule
and it's such a shame
from the NBA NFL MLB
to the rap and hip hop music industry
I know you didn't think that I was just gon let you slide,
Let all the stuff that you saying just walk by,
And slap me in ma face,
Na,
you caught ma eye,
Not in a good way,
If you a female rapper than I'm talking to you
Listen I ain't gotta yell at you or curse at you to get your attention,
All I gotta do is show you my passion,
I met this guy when I was around 15,
he was way older than me, old school..
But it was cool, cause he was soulful,
Soul to soul,
Me and him,
We just clicked,
its a world hidden behind
the appearance of intertwind
shinanigans and crime
i aplogize i didnt mean to rhyme
see its not just fun and games
to get their names
Rap is My Boyfriend
I’ve gotten into a relationship with the wrong type of guy
Because when I was dating R&B or pop, my self-esteem was so high
R&B’s words were so soft and sentimental
Imma liar, but I'm honest.
Someone you don't wanna spar with
Sometimes my anger drives me,
And I just can't shake the harness
Mark's a literary marksman, words always hit their target
Am I a role model? /
A question I ask myself/
A past life of blunts and bottles/
New life, new thoughts, new self/
Pondering what goals in life are mine/
Is this me or someone else/
I’m a human being
I make mistakes; make risks to take
I determine my life, prevent results, regulate my fate
You can give advice
But it’s my life. Don’t theorize a comprise
I believe that if you work, you should do something you love.
Follow your passion, take action, and elevate yourself above
that everyday grind. Elevate yourself above that average state of mind.
When I reach for the pen and paper, and begin to write/
Do I write about what’s right or mainstream it to tight/
One brings fame while the other brings respect/
I guess the only way to impress is to show intellect/
Disclaimer:
Genocide only occurs nearby the main river
For all to see
I did not slaughter, I was simply assisting.
Ethnic cleansing of myself and people
Ok, So We know what hip-hop is,
but we really get it?
Its more than trying put on an act and performing a skit.
You have rappers nowadays that make no sense,
trying go on the attack without any defense.
It hurts to see the table empty with no foodAnd my little brother walking around with some fucked up shoes
Competition in this generation marks the determination of
H.I.P.H.O.P
We will be those who carry insanity
While growing up in a fast laneShe started these fast waysand she was missing her fatherMissing a love that could only be giving by a manBut instead she grabbed the hands of many
Music and me have something going
Music and me are far too knowing
We together, one controlling
Right now it’s me.
Music has given me the right of way.
When I first listened to hip hop
To most, I am a statistic.
A product of a generation raised by absent fathers.
Fathers who chose to forget their daughters and leave their sons to disrespect their sisters and mothers.
It used to be a medium Black culture could disseminate
Preaching bout the muzzle, the struggle, and the abundant hate
Always keepin the guard up in case the police might show up
Asha Neeman grew up in the suburbs of the big city,
Always making others laugh,
She was so witty.
A great athlete and a straight “A” student,
Every boy wanted to be with her,
But hated her prudence.
Storytellers, true storytellers
Talking about real life, their life
Not a dream or fantasy
Demanding positive social change
Using their fame
To improve the lives of others
now in truth I know I'm only 16 so I have years and years to progress into a dream, you see all these stars are gettin old their times almost up so get to stepping old-timers and back the hell up, make way for this generation.
now in truth I know I'm only 16 so I have years and years to progress into a dream, you see all these stars are gettin old their times almost up so get to stepping old-timers and back the hell up, make way for this generation.
You've never seen me wear my tears.
You've never seen me consumed in fear.
You'll never understand what you haven't been through, it's just that clear.
Hate litters the street
tripping cause the feats are too large
packing people in clubs like clown cars
traveling far on an illusive high
trying to get by, leading to windows down
