1. Ce site utilise des "témoins de connexion" (cookies) conformes aux textes de l'Union Européenne. Continuer à naviguer sur nos pages vaut acceptation de notre règlement en la matière. En savoir plus.

Rap

Discussion dans 'Le coin des mélomanes' démarrée par Alonzo, 25 Décembre 2008.

  1. Massalia Patria Nostra.

    Massalia Patria Nostra. MTP 1994

    Commentaires de blog:
    5
    Du lourd ! Je connais pas ce son ça vient de sortir?
     
  2. AkManouche

    AkManouche Clone Of Dr Funkenstein

    Commentaires de blog:
    0
    Yep, c'est son nouveau son !
     
  3. AkManouche

    AkManouche Clone Of Dr Funkenstein

    Commentaires de blog:
    0


    Toujours là eux aussi !! Et ça fait bien plaisir :cool:
     
    Luna' aime votre message.
  4. El-Hashachino

    El-Hashachino East-Coast

    Commentaires de blog:
    0



    [Verse 1: MF DOOM]
    It ain't nothing like a fistfull a cash or a bliss fulla the hash
    That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash
    From talking through your walkman or at your disco bash
    Gimme the Timbs Rumplestiltskin brown
    A metal face mask with a built in frown
    A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds
    And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown

    Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam
    With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman
    Or i'll break it down for the layman
    Bain de Soliel, for that St. Tropez tan
    A can a ole gold too cold to hold, slow ya roll
    Keep on moving like Soul II Soul, hold the dough
    Like a fool who stole pity y'all
    From tryna go up against city hall titty bar
    The black mic is like a red violin
    Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again
    Bloody rap game like
    leviathan
    Leave a bad taste, killin my high like niacin
    Stop kiddin middlemen need Ritalin
    Hit me with the full tin of gin and im a kid again
    Keep the bong lightin straight through the song writin
    The Supervillain AKA the thong bitin, thats inviting all
    To the recitin thats dope and raw
    Hoping all yall come in peace and its open bar
    Tear the roof off this bumba rasclaat
    By the end of the night spazz like shazbot
    Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny
    A ill plot thats ten times Ben Stien money.... funny
    How he rips the scripts with a straight face
    With more rhymes than is lines in ya database
    Placing rappers in endangerment, who's reckless
    With this food for thought sorta like breakfast
    You could mark it off as wreck on the checklist
    Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace
    Shit, that there, could go to help them daycares
    Somebody say yeahh.. (yeahhh!)
    Pay ya fares,... give the Herbalizers his shares
    And y'all could pay DOOM in beers; cheers!
    1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': $height > 0}" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block;">


    [Verse 2: RZA]
    I came to the shores of America disguised as a pillar
    The alpha and omega and the home of the beggars, the black sellers
    Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned
    And caused to roam the earth in service cause they couldn't maintain at
    Home
    This dates back to 1555
    When they captured the first tribe of men

    And piled them in a pen
    Fifty feet high
    They took em all on a 9000 mile ride
    And landed on the shore of a place they never seen before
    But read about this inside the ancient books of war
    Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language
    Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless
    Separated to portions and tricked by John Haughty Hawkins
    And sold on the auction, taught birth control and abortion
    Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part
    The devils cursed God and reversed God
    And turned God into dog and made people search hard

    No relief came to the prophet of W.D. Feraud
    To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas and Barbados
    Tobagos, separated us from slave boats
    Made our own brothers hate us
    From Virgin Isle to Jamaica
    Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada
    Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement
    You black gods become awaken
     
    Dernière édition: 11 Janvier 2019
    AkManouche aime votre message.
  5. AkManouche

    AkManouche Clone Of Dr Funkenstein

    Commentaires de blog:
    0
  6. El-Hashachino

    El-Hashachino East-Coast

    Commentaires de blog:
    0

     
    Dernière édition: 2 Février 2019
  7. El-Hashachino

    El-Hashachino East-Coast

    Commentaires de blog:
    0

    Look inside of the mind and see
    Original Heads, check 1, 2, 3
    Light ‘em up. Hawaiian cess bless my mind
    Now I kick the rhyme for the nickel nine, take a sip a wine
    But E&J’ll make a nigga laid
    Figured I stay to the blunts, save the liquor for my nigga Dee
    I’ll represent the Original Head, killing
    The original dead. (Booyah!) That’s my nigga Dred
    Blowing the spot (Blao!). Fuck a philly
    Five got the Dutch
    , Buckshot got the Colin Powell
    Check my dialect from my diaphragm
    You got your nine by your waistline, and
    Me and my niggas don’t give a damn.
    We got
    The Bucktown, Boot Camp attitude, kill a man

    Timberland make me General
    Roughneck wild, big ‘em up now, Bob Marley style
    Cheech & Chong style, light-the-bong style
    —that’s
    Light at night, puffing the L by the River Nile
    I smoke so much lye, I hallucinate
    Ill visions in my head, everybody must dead
    1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': $height > 0}" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block;">

    [Hook: Buckshot] (x4)
    Killing every nigga in sight, killing every
    Nigga in sight, killing every nigga in...

    [Verse 2: Buckshot]
    I wake up in the morning (We puff lye)
    I wake up in the evening (We puff lye)

    Check the blahzayblah. I’m feeling the vibe from the rhythm and
    The soul. I pack a twenty-sack and watch a nigga fold
    Don’t you hate niggas who make records for bitches?
    It’s all about the blunts—fuck them stunts. Now
    What you want is what you get like Mickey Dee
    Bitch, bend over, blow me so I can feel a breeze
    Giving my enemies time to recollect on
    The past, when I bust that ass, bass took your check
    Figured I’d get bigger when I lose my beeper
    Knocked your head plus knot your dread, all while you’re dead
    We be I and I be we ‘cause we be family
    Buckshot, 5FT., and Evil Dee
    T-to-the-R-E-V and
    The M-to-the-E-E-C-H-E
    All my niggas in the place to be
    Can I get an amen? (Amen!) See, we be...

    [Hook: Buckshot] (x4)
    Killing every nigga in sight, killing every
    Nigga in sight, killing every nigga in...
    1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': $height > 0}" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block;">
    [Verse 3: Buckshot]
    I like the night if you like the night, ma. I like
    The night (Bitch-ass niggas, take flight)
    You want your gun? I got your millimeter, I eat
    A sucker duck emcee to smoke blunts by the centimeter
    Right away to serve the nigga on a curb
    I love my niggas, so my niggas puff herb—now
    My niggas, throw your blunts in the air like this
    (Like this) Original Crooks never get dissed
    If we get dissed, niggas get that to the back
    5, where you at? (Right here!)
    Another mission to be dissing, and who do I
    Be dissing? (Bitches) God, fuck the intermission
    It’s about killing the nigga, the one playing
    The bigger, the one playing the sucker ducks with a trigger
    I feel a bump coming on in the set
    (Son parlay on the wreck) Fuck that. Time to break a neck

    [Hook: Buckshot] (x4)
    Killing every nigga in sight, killing every
    Nigga in sight, killing every nigga in...

    [Intro]
    Yo there comes a time when you push a man beyond the limits
    It's time we strike back y'all
    Revolutions

    [Verse 1: Gennessee]
    Organizing gameplans walk through life observing mayhem
    I rock in all states yo my fans be up in safe hands
    I take stands with my team construct a plan
    Plus move with my mind and try to find another land
    On a search for my soul but sees my life is controlled
    By propositions, aimed at my submission, to live in prison
    These fake snakes and jakes be on a mission
    They wanna kill sons and pull guns without permission
    With no assistance, put you down at close distance
    You need to have respect for existence, and listen
    Subliminal tactics with facts got you conditioned
    Brainwashed with ill intentions and bad religion
    These politicians be neglecting ghetto conditions
    'Cause campaign commissions is they only premonition
    Tradition sinking, and it's time for us to rise
    You can see the revolution in a MC's eyes

    [Chorus: Double Life]
    The revolution is on its time to rise
    You push us to the limit now we gots to draw the line
    Let's all get together son and reach for the skies
    You can see the revolution in a MC's eyes
    1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': $height > 0}" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block;">

    [Verse 2: L*Roneous]
    United with fam, the hand that plans on our arrival
    Some said don't waste your time yo that mission's suicidal
    Saw vision deep when the lights is on pondering survival
    Rivals face to face to lace the taste of wasting time in cycle
    'Cause I was told the bones of old injustices
    Have a way of rising from the tomb
    Plaguing nations with the silent doom
    Letting violent tunes while at noon
    Killing the wise from the womb
    Consumed and lost in loot they prostitute our essence
    So now it's here the message wasn't listened to
    Mandate Passed, now a chosen few can't get in school
    It was written true, but who's to think that Stick N Move
    Was mental too? Now who's the fool
    The revolutions all around you

    [Verse 3: Gennessee]
    Living through this trifeness I try to fight and keep it righteous
    An try to show my people that we living through a crisis
    Law is collapsing, and media's like pornographic
    Exploiting the masses Prestigious corrupting classes
    With doctored textbooks, then history that's backwards
    Government raising taxes, liquidating asses
    Checks they skimming, since evil money was infinite
    It's time to rebel I been pushed beyond the limits
    And out of time, the stress on my minds been inflicted
    To live in this foul corrupt world I been convicted
    These laws are wicked promoting nuclear projects
    A million empty pockets and niggas is building rockets
    Let's all get together y'all and stop it
    Bring a revolution once the words of a prophet
    1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': $height > 0}" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block;">
    [Verse 4: L*Roneous]
    And unlock it as my peoples evolved
    The system seem to see-saw
    I'm thinking star wars and rebels (rebels)
    Dark lords and devils (devils)
    The charge was sparked before my birth the level's never even
    The government was scheming now we easing for the get-back
    Operation Double-Life Crew move past the set-backs
    It'll take a better trap I see past the massed illusion
    The media's collusion with political abusing
    The empires crumbling, now wars are fought in ruins
    My point of view is screwed of it, my skin invites unruliness
    With Rully games in three piece suits, to ruin movements
    The wind of discontent is bent on ending this existence
    The echoes of the past exacted real shit we live with
    It's parasitic, breaking down barricades without limits
    Some pawns are timid, falling prey to everyday living
    And dying slow, the tide ain't really high it's low
    A violent foe lurks with lying folks that hide control
    I part the seas and leave but still I'm sent the same shit
    'Cause my skin holds
    Melanin, I'm jelling an form immediate plans of action
    And my reaction? It's time to rise

    [Chorus: Double Life] (x2)
    The revolution is on it's time to rise
    You push us to the limit now we gots to draw the line
    Let's all get together son and reach for the skies
    You can see the revolution in a MC's eyes
    1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': $height > 0}" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block;">
    [Verse 5: Gennessee]
    Building up my conscious mental enlightenment
    I be fighting with the voice in the back
    Of my head, making me write this shit
    Deciphering my essence in questions it keep me guessing
    Of how to stay strong, learn my lessons and keep progressing
    My intellect would beast on a set, y'all niggas hit the deck
    And intercept this plan laid down, you'd think that Hitler said
    Yo it's a holocaust, it's time to show force attack the source
    Reinforce the way of life I'm willing to die for
    You look in my eyes and see my fam that I cry for
    Be careful planting seeds, I see these evil men breathe
    So take heed to my words before you're locked up and stranded
    I ain't asking for the revolution y'all, I demand it

    [Chorus: Double Life]
    It's time we rise
    You push us to the limit now we gots to draw the line
    Let's all get together son and reach for the skies
    You can see the revolution in a MC's eyes
    The revolution is on it's time to rise
    You push us to the limit now we gots to draw the line
    Let's all get together son and reach for the skies
    You can see the revolution in a MC's eyes
     
    Dernière édition: 16 Janvier 2019
  8. cedouu13

    cedouu13 Well-Known Member

    Commentaires de blog:
    0
  9. El-Hashachino

    El-Hashachino East-Coast

    Commentaires de blog:
    0
     
    AkManouche aime votre message.
  10. Luna'

    Luna' Sloth of Anarchy

    Commentaires de blog:
    0
     
    El-Hashachino aime votre message.
  11. Massilia1313

    Massilia1313 Give me a break pal!!!

    Commentaires de blog:
    0
    René Malleville aime votre message.
  12. René Malleville

    René Malleville La partie est OPEN , quoi ? aux pennes mirabeau ??

    Commentaires de blog:
    20
  13. René Malleville

    René Malleville La partie est OPEN , quoi ? aux pennes mirabeau ??

    Commentaires de blog:
    20
  14. René Malleville

    René Malleville La partie est OPEN , quoi ? aux pennes mirabeau ??

    Commentaires de blog:
    20
  15. El-Hashachino

    El-Hashachino East-Coast

    Commentaires de blog:
    0
  16. El-Hashachino

    El-Hashachino East-Coast

    Commentaires de blog:
    0
  17. El-Hashachino

    El-Hashachino East-Coast

    Commentaires de blog:
    0

     
    Dernière édition: 18 Février 2019
  18. cedouu13

    cedouu13 Well-Known Member

    Commentaires de blog:
    0
    Qu'est ce qu'il est fort Niro c'est trop..Propre le son sinon.

     
    Dernière édition: 22 Février 2019
  19. El-Hashachino

    El-Hashachino East-Coast

    Commentaires de blog:
    0

     
    Dernière édition: 25 Février 2019
  20. El-Hashachino

    El-Hashachino East-Coast

    Commentaires de blog:
    0

Partager cette page