Post some really intelligent, righteous, beautiful hip hop lyrics

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

or just some really tight rhymes!

Here's Mos Def and Talib Kweli (Black Star)
Thieves in the Night

""Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye
He looked at me, he thought about it
Was like, "I'm clueless, why?"
The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
And so tomorrow comin later than usual
Waitin' on someone to pity us
While we findin beauty in the hideous
They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell
YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills
Or is it the mindstate that's ill?
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion there's more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal
What's the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal they be recitin my quotes
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat
of thought, that my man Louis' statements just provoked
Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth
Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means, bustin gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too short to box with God
Without faith, all of that is illusionary
Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary

Not strong
Only aggressive
Not free
We only licensed
Not compassioniate, only polite
Now who the nicest?
Not good but well behaved
Chasin after death
so we can call ourselves brave?
Still livin like mental slaves
Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice


Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fam' recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all


A lot of people don't understand the true criteria of things
Can't just accept the appearance
Have to get the true essence


They ain't lookin around

Not strong
Only aggressive
Not free
We only licensed
Not compassioniate, only polite
Now who the nicest?
Not good but well behaved
Chasin after death
so we can call ourselves brave?
Still livin like mental slaves
Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice "

[Nicholas D Wolfwood]

1. Unfortunately, they're few and far between

I haven't the time to quote them, but there's some good stuff by Public Enemy from the early 90's, some good stuff from The Roots, and I unfortunately didn't catch the name of the band, but there was a really good and inciteful group on "Chappelle's Show" that I enjoyed.

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

9. Actually they're not

they're just harder to find

Here's somethin' that's tight:

Punch & Words
Da Cipher

"
Punchline-
feel my surface, while you kick rhymes that's worthless
my rap verses, burn niggaz like black churches
assholes, that sound off at live shows
techniques weak, while i'm on beat like five-oh
peep the rhyme flow, for all those that play me close
a double dose, biting my style, you catch strep throat
can't cope, i see this bullshit happen
niggaz be gettin deals cause they boy went platinum
i backslap em, destroy, all comp
niggaz be kickin rhymes about shit they don't got

Wordsworth-
now what you had in store buzz was looted, your music makes me sick
so i stay in bed and drink a lot of fluids
hospitals for my stroke of genius, don't care where you come from
china or venus, vagina or penis
portfolio, four point oh, scorpio
had sex with the friends of my mom that saw me grow
the pencil was lead so you never caught up, you artificial
i need a teaspoon of sugar and two cups of water
and when you get the light you blow it, cause a lot of y'all
so confidant that when you wack, you don't even know it
bogus poets

Chorus-
don't you hate in a cypher when your rhyme is through
and some wack rapper rhyme, right behind you
messin up the whole cypher for the whole damn crew
don't you feel the way that i do? "true!"

Punchline-
let me set it, fashion mc's i leave naked
they get disrespected and burned on record
i rip mics, freaky like two dykes (what you do)
i kick rhymes, stay online like websites
the ordeal, i'm nice with rhyme skills
and rock on beats, that pump like high heels
i rip off, those that can't get they shit off
jam like a tec that don't spit off, i dead all
mc's, weak ones that try to tempt me
i bust off rhymes until i'm empty, don't sweat me

Wordsworth-
i'm ill, literate, you illetirate
reap what you sew then knitted, in your imaginations figaments
consider this, all size of words are sewn
force a rapper to read between the lines like barcodes
you aren't known worldwide, hardly
you that same mc, that wore the nametage to the party
be fly, prepare for departure, i'm raw
i frighten mc's like i had multiple sex partners
you write your rest in peace and tuck you in
that verse was the worst;
when you get some breath control then we'll punch you in"

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

2. Ok - I will

Thisckest Blood on This Planet - by Sarah Jones

"It is the thickest blood on this planet
The feet, that slip and slide in spilled lakes of black blood
on back roads marked with rusted dead end signs
They don't fit into any shoes
Not Nike's, and not Reebok's, though they
make em across the sea and sell em to you and me
for fifty times their value *tch* none of them can hold the blood
that coagulated not so long ago, in the lower extremities
of off-color corpses, strung up from trees
Like, drying figs or, hanging poupourri, to
sweeten scenes of Southern gallantry
Before cushioned insoles and arch supports
There were feet that sank in rusted chains, and uhh
backs that cracked beneath the weight of slave names
like Jones, Smith, Johnson, Williams, or even Hilfiger
And black butts that bore marks forever from irons
that preceded those for pressing and curling naps
yanked straight, before relaxers weaves and pink lotion
*British accent*
Branding irons children, now that you've crossed the ocean right
Step up here lit-tle nigger on the auction block and open up your mouth
Right, good strong teeth, good muscle tone
You oughta pick a ton of cotton, must be worth ten dollars maybe more
See here ladies and gentlemen how much can I get for this here
barely used, top of the line...
*American accent returns*
Fast forward to Calvin Klein
and modern ownership tags for black behinds, courtesy of Ralph Lauren
A.K.A. low, low, well how low can you go?
Call on black consumers if you want the cash flow
Cause they quick to flip and spend up all they dough
and don't front money, act like you know
We give it up to the Brook-lyn malls
We give it up to the Uptown malls
Cause the white folks figure ain't no question for a nigga
that material posessions can answer
Keep us preoccupied from what we read or what we drive
while our mothers are dying of cancer
We tuck our low self esteem in Euro-trash jeans
some overpriced shit from Donna Karan
As we toast with Hennesey to covert white supremacy
Hiding the thickest blood on the planet
we wearing it under our clothes, the way God dressed our souls
but, check how the proud blood flow through 1996
Adding fuel to the flames of some bullshit brand names
cause we couldn't see past the next pair of fat kicks
It is the thickest blood on this planet
The blood that, sprays and spills in buckets
soaks and stains the nightly news, but fuck it
A colored life still ain't worth but a few ducats
That blood can't be contained by any mind that cannot see a
great black forest for all these cracker trees
I'm talkin about Afro-Madonna, and child, and child
and child, and child, and whoops, there goes another one
And momma don't know the answer so baby gots to Guess
Oh say young blood, you wanna tell me
what George Marciano, ever did for a negro? Boricua, chicano
brothers and sisters their pockets like blood blisters
Ready to pop, ooze, and drop cash so hot and so fast
it makes a spark
"Yeah mami cause now I got my upside down triangle
My designer question mark"
OH WHY ASK WHY that shit don't make you complete
It's vanilla concealer for your chocolate heartbeat
Pumping the, thickest blood on this planet
While we take it for granted that, more Selma churches won't be bombed
More bullet riddled bodies won't be embalmed
Another cop won't, commit murder turn around and get a raise
while we pickin over the racks from white owned Doctor J's
to Modell's, Macy's, and Sach's
Shit they just think we ain't never gon' change our ways
and finally answer back:
"No suh, Ise don't want to wear yo' britches
No suh, Ise don't want to grant yo' wishes
That all us negroes.." .. shall continue to hide, in your shoes
and your clothes, as if we should take pride
in your savage traditions, in genocide
All the spirits you extinguished and never batted one blue eye
Yet your vulture's on our culture like white on brown rice
Bleach our blood and sell it back, special price
on this blood that races through the African veins of the child
on his way to the mall, in White Plains
to catch a confused, lost, land-stealing Columbus Day sale
on a Fila jogging suit, for his brother in jail
That blood, is your blood, it's my blood, it's our blood
It's the, thickest blood on this planet"

[Magrittes Pipe]

3. Midnight chillin' at AM-PM

Coolin' drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM.
The sound's up loud to attract attention,
Armor-All tires on a lowered suspension.

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

4. Ice T eh?

I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right.
my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.
So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car.
Go to school, I ain't goin for it,
Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet.
Cause I don't wanna hear that crap,
Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustler

[redqueen]

5. Nas - One Mic

Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! {*more sirens*}
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sent from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT
THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!

{*whispering again*}
Yo, all I need is one mic..
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz
All I need is one mic.. yeah

{*gradually getting louder*}
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!!

{*whispering again*}
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world
All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know
All I need is one mic..

{*starting loud this time, getting quieter*}
ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now

All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah
All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash
All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry
All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world

[Magrittes Pipe]

6. Oh, so horny.

Oh, oh, so horny.
Oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time!

:bounce:

[JohnKleeb]

8. Thats Full Metal Jacket Viet Hookah hip hop yo

heh.

[Beware the Beast Man]

7. "Bitches ain't shit but hos and tricks."

Only joking, but naturally that's the first line that popped into my sick mind. :evilgrin:

[LastKnight]

10. closer to pop, but whatever. the group does other stuff thats hip hop

What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'
in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found

Now ask yourself
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)

Black Eyed Peas
"Where is the love?"

-LK

[redqueen]

12. Love that one

Nice choice

[tigerbeat]

11. Socio-Genetic Experiment by Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprosy

sometimes I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish community's token of infection
you see I'm African native American
Irish and German
I was adopted by parents who loved me
they were the same color
as the kids who called me nigger
on the walk home from school
I cried until I found out what it meant
then I got me some equipment
my fists, man
I was a hitman with no friends
but who the hell am I cursing those whose skin
is half my DNA
why am I
and why shouldn't I
be ashamed of this fact
after all the feces they dumped on me
and my species

sometimes I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish community's token of infection

those filthy mother...
shut 'cho mouth
there I go again with those high and mighty speeches
when they are in fact part of my species
or is it the other way around
did I piss in their gene pool
if I did it wouldn't matter
they kept me in the deep end
'cause the slightest dilution
in their solution
was perceived as pollution

sometimes I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish community's token of infection

but I am not solely race, nor environment, nor destiny
I am the human scientific process
over and over and over again
the dirt that I shovel to uncover the truth
often buries something else growing
acceptance of my own
weakness and my own intolerance
is seldom
but that is in fact my identity
uncluttered by the maskings of consumer addiction
ethno-centricity
in the light of miscegenation
this fable of elements
which classify order species, subspecies
genus phyla
animal vegetable illegal chemical
socialist democrat republican
yuppy-buppy-guppy
proud racist
black white African American Irish and German
sometimes I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish community's token of infection

and I'm proud

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

13. CIA - Criminals in Action (KRS 1/Zach dela Rocha/Last Emperor)

Zach-
"This voice shatters the calm of the day like an alarm,
So wake up battered youth and take up arms,
'Cause more is necessary than vocabulary war,
'Cause the toxic rock (crack) import's hitting on your door.
CIA, I'll see you later 'cause your time is coming soon.
I flip this shit like Pacino and it's your dog day afternoon.
Attica, Attica, drug agents you bring your static-a.
My alphabet will slash and then can flip you automatic-a,
Dramatic like Ali-Shaheed Mohammed* brought the vibes.
I bring the sun at red dawn upon the thoughts of Franz Fanon.
So stand at attention devil ???,
You'll never survive choosing sides against the Wretched of the Earth (Fanon's book).
The infiltrator,
??? intoxicator,
People incarcerator,
Liberation movement annihilator.
We got you clocked pushing rocks and it fell.
We got brothers trooping subways like the Ho Chi Minh trail.
We got the truth addict, Last Emperor, KRS and history manifested.
Tomorrow tha next lesson.

You claim I'm selling' crack but you be doing' that.
You know the cops, they got a network for the toxic rock.
You claim I'm selling' crack but you be doing' that .
So get that flashlight outta my face.
You claim I'm selling' crack but you be doing' that.
The last emperor, krs-one & big zack.

Last Emperor-
As free-market capitalism and technology expands,
The third world's fertile soil becomes a desert wasteland.
So it takes ??? to demand the government provide answers,
When Lady Liberty has me bewitched like Samantha,
And poverty is one of the most malignant forms of cancer.
To all my black magik romancers and acid rain dancers,
Develop close ties like jerry seinfeld and george costanza.
We fear no man and throw jams that attack counter-intelligence programs.
Exciting like the epic adventures of Conan,
I colonize minds like Zaire by the Belgians.
Now what hell is the problem with this system and what it sells us?
I bring ancient relics like Wyclef did to zealots.
I saw an iron curtain called hip-hop and got it open like Boris Yeltsen.
Whirlwind tornadoes in the rain forest if you say so.
KRS and the Last Emperor war like the Green Hornet and Kato.
Zack de la Rocha brings the enraged flow.
But all three drop science and become the most powerful alliance since NATO.

KRS One-
Need I say the CIA be criminals in action,
Cocaine crack-unpacking, high surveillance-tracking.
Prominent blacks and whites giving orders for mass slaughters.
I want all my daughters to be like Maxine Waters.
When they flooded the streets with crack cocaine I was like Noah,
Now they ???? 'cause the whole Cold War is over.
Communism fell to the dollars you were grabbing.
All the assault and battering in the name of intelligence-gathering
Now it's karma you're battling--a losing fight.
I choose the mic to recite, ignite light in the night, aight.
We should beat em, President Clinton should delete 'em.
It's not hard, the CIA simply has no more job.
Oh my goddess, mother, you can fix this.
We rock over mixes, not 666s.
Yo, this is the message to all that can hear it.
If you got secret information now's the time to share it.
Call your congresswoman, your senator, your Mayor.
It's time for all the scholars to unite with all the playas.
Rearrange and see, times is definitely changing, G.
They used to tap the phone now they tapping while you paging me
It's crazy B. yet it's plain to see who's the enemy. Who's left?
The nra, the atf, the ama? ok, ok, it's all irrelevant
'Cause in the new millennium there'll be no central intelligence. "