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Snublet over denne sangen for en stund siden. Og har vel hørt den godt over 100 ganger siden da. Og dette er etter min mening en av de beste tekstene jeg har hørt i en sang. Teksten går da ut på at han har en nær død opplevelse å møter da gud. Som han da "krangler" med om han fortjener å slippe inn i himmelen. Er selv ikke kristen på noen måte. Men teksten er etter min mening så sinnsykt bra skrevet og har en unik oppbygningen. Hva synes dere?

Joe Budden - Pray for me

Vill gjerne ha deres mening om hvilken Rap/hip hop tekst som er best!
Den første jeg kommer på når noen stiller sånne spørsmål er Last Emperor & Too Poetic - One Life. Den er på min topp, uten tvil
Don Trip - Letter To My Son og dance with the devil av immortal technique er også veldig bra

Joe budden - pray for me har jeg hørt mye før, men aldri lagt ordentlig merke til teksten, takk
Immortal technique er legende, og dance with the devil ligger nok høyt oppe på lista over de beste tekstene jeg har hørt. Har ikke hørt de to andre sangen, will check them out
Aldri hørt den sangen før, men fantastisk tekst

Et par av mine favoritter innen tekst:

Killah Priest – B.I.B.L.E.

Jay-Z / Eminem - renegade

Mobb Deep - Survival of the Fittest

Jay-Z ft. Notorious BIG – Brookyln’s Finest

Run DMC – Sucker MCs
Asosial sosialist
Cheroxx's Avatar
Jeg har til gode å høre en bedre tekst enn Gode Ord Dør Sists låte Kua.

Den kan høres på Spotify her: http://open.spotify.com/track/0PRBC8M7c7BLun4VYioChr
eller på YouTube her(merk, annen versjon): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGO4JG9at10

Ingenting e absolutt, læll ende æ opp med merkelapp te slutt.
Æ e drittlei, av at det itj e mitt hei, men ordan fra en båssatt gutt.
Ingenting e absolutt. Læll ende æ opp med merkelapp te slutt.

Æ e itj hiphoper sjøl om æ ælske hiphop.
Æ va itj midtstopper sjøl om det va der æ va på topp.
Æ kjæm itj te å bli lærer sjøl om æ e lærerstudent.
Æ kjæm aldri te å bli kjendis sjøl om navnet mitt bli kjent.
For du veit itj kæm æ e, sjøl om du veit kæm æ e.
Det e itj enevelde blant hjernecellan, aill e sjølsikker anarkist.

Æ e itj komunist sjøl om æ itj e kapitalist,
Sjøl om æ e asosial e itj det derfor æ itj e sosialist.
Æ e itj rasist sjøl om syns svarte ofte e pener einn kvite.
Æ e itj trønder fordi æ har bart som ingen like.
Æ e itj sosialdemokrat, sjøl om æ har lagt Carl I Hagen for hat.
Æ e itj liberalist sjøl om æ syns han e flink te å prat.

Æ e itj norsk fordi æ e født innafor grensa.
Æ e itj smart sjøl om æ har skjønt ting du itj har ensa.
Æ e itj slask sjøl om æ itj har for vane å få dressen min rensa.
Æ e itj dum sjøl om æ itj e medlem av mensa.

Æ kan itj ta et standpunkt for æ veit itj kor æ står.
Æ finn itj nå løsning for æ veit itj kordan det går.
Æ e itj filosof sjøl om æ har kjærlighet te visdom.
Æ e itj vis for æ e dum, men en dom får på et vis kom.

Æ e itj mainn sjøl om æ en kis.
Æ e itj glad, men æ kan fnis.
Det et itj glis sjøl om æ smile.
Æ e itj usikker, læll kor my æ tvile.

Sjøl om æ legg andres problem på mine skuldra kainn itj æ si at dæm hvile.
Livet mitt e itj vanskelig sjøl om æ har små problem.
Æ e itj innbilsk sjøl om æ kainn syns æ sjøl e pen.
Æ e itj misforstått sjøl om ingen forstår mæ, for æ e mæ og du forstår mæ på den måten du får mæ.

Ingenting e absolutt, læll ende æ opp med merkelapp te slutt.
Æ e drittlei, av at det itj e mitt hei, men ordan fra en båssatt gutt.
Ingenting e absolutt. Læll ende æ opp med merkelapp te slutt.

Ok, æ e sjølsentrert, for æ e æ sentrum, men du e med på ferden
Sjøl om jorda itj e det, e det itj fra sola vi sjer verden
Men på grunn av, desto mer, Det e derfor æ sjer og sjer
på fler og fler situasjona.På ekte persona
på bilda og på medmenneskelige relasjona
på mine og på andres reaksjona

PÅ menneska som æ synes at forandres
på menneska som trur, men itj kan klandres
men kæåm som undertrykka
når det egentlig kjæm te stykke
som forebygge lykke, dæm som har verden som sitt eget smykke

Dæm som tråkke på, og itj e bevisst andres synsvinkel
sett lokket på, og slår te nød et hull
at vi leve av å pust e tull. Misforstålesen e at vi leve best
hvis vi har flust med gull. Nånn leve best ved å sull
andre bedre når dæm står på. nånn trives hvis dæm får på
andre vil vær klar no mens det står på

Det finnes seks milliarda definisjona av et herlig liv
Æ trur itj æ velge, men forfølge med små eller enorme klyv
Æ velge om æ tar hensyn te andre sine
om dæm går på bekostning av mine
om æ sett dem i bås allerede ved første synet

Æ prøve å vær åpen, for forhåndsømming
kan bli usynlig våpen, jo flere våpen, jo flere liv går tapt
Vi e itj fortapt som vi e skapt av foreldres kromosoma
Vi kan form oss sjøl te egenarta og fornuftige persona
men vi påvirkes fra første stund
vi påvirke fra første stund. Din påvirkning av andre
e den største grunn te at du e verdens største funn
æ e verdens største funn
å slå liv i sunn e itj bare drap i bunn og grunn

å ta ord vekk fra barnemunn
kvel ord i fra en voksen munn
det munne ut med hat og
makt te dæm som kan å prat ei stund
itj overhør dem stille
itj ta dæm som hund med hår
det e sjelden det du sjer e det du får

Ingenting e absolutt, læll ende æ opp med merkelapp te slutt.
Æ e drittlei, av at det itj e mitt hei, men ordan fra en båssatt gutt.
Ingenting e absolutt. Læll ende æ opp med merkelapp te slutt.
Eminem - The Way I Am
Notorious B.I.G - Machine Gun Funk
Alt ligger ikke i selve teksten, men sammen med flowen og fremføringa er den knallknall.
Jævlig fett at noen nevnte Renegade låta med Eminem og Jay-z, har alltid tenkt på den som en nesten perfekt raplåt
Sist endret av Bothrops; 22. november 2011 kl. 12:18.
Sitat av MiniMee Vis innlegg
Immortal technique er legende, og dance with the devil ligger nok høyt oppe på lista over de beste tekstene jeg har hørt.
Vis hele sitatet...
Helt enig, hører ikke på rap, men liker denna pga teksten
Gammelt svartepetter
Sitat av RainbowDash Vis innlegg
Helt enig, hører ikke på rap, men liker denna pga teksten
Vis hele sitatet...
Jepp, kjenner mange som ikke hører på rap men digger den sangen. Men man trenger ikke være rap fan for å verdsette en så god sang, med en så bra tekst
Når jeg hører på raptekster setter jeg pris på dobbeltbetydninger, ordspill, multi-rim, assosiasjoner og referanser.

Andrè 3000 er en mester på akkurat dette. Et eksempel, og min favoritt, er Royal Flush:

Styles will change, They say change is dang-erous
As a king standing on the terrace
While his partner's pointing up at the rifle men
Coward-shooter never know when your life will end
Then... live like there ain't no 'morrow
And if one come then this the motto
Now, put message in bottle
You go to the nearest beach and open your car door
And you walk to the place where the sea meets the land
Yeah it's easier to run the streets than walk in the sand
Hey I'm talking young man, As if chalk in my hand
I will take yo' little ass to school, It's cool
When the kids call me sonny, the hood calls me stacks
The b's (bees) call me honey, Hollywood calls me back
Crack and I have a lot in common
We both come up in the 80s and we keep that bass pumpin'
Now that's a nega-tive comparison
Embarassin' , Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate
The street considers you lame, hah, I thought the name of the game
Was to have a better life, I guess it ain't what a shame
I don't slang, never slung, But I'm one with the slum
That has a name well fitting, plenty cheese-gettin'
No wonder why they called it the trap
So watch your tail, And I'm not kidding
The rats and mice would give advice
They say that you can paint and draw
Get out of here, Go show them that we're more than slangin' draw
That's when I broke into my big Rube impression
And I tried to enlighten but that night a learned a lesson
That the morals that you think you got go out the window
When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo Wii's
And yo' child is down on her knees
Praying hard up to God for a Whopper with cheese
Do you:
b) Hit the street hard with a flare,Or do you
a) Go to school for heating and air
Dare make an honest living
But make a crooked killing
Or do a bit of both until your holding on a million, Brilliant
You got one foot in and one foot out
You put yo' left foot back in and then you shake it all about
You do the Hokey Pokey 'til you turn your life around
That's what it's all about
3000 out
Jay-Z' "Can I Live" fra "Reasonable Doubt" skiva syntes jeg er en av mange gode rap-tekster. Måten Jigga man framfører det på, og ikke minst den herlige beaten, gjør denne sangen til en god bit av en classic.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC7MJ8l73SQ

While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely
my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me
I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be
Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet
I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days
a brother gotta admire me from four fiends away
My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine
til brains was fried to a fricassee, can't lie
At the time it never bothered me, at the bar
gettin’ my thug on properly, my squad and me
lack of respect for authority, laughin’ hard
Happy to be escapin’ poverty, however brief
I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation
for dips, for precipitation we stack chips, hardly
The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in
No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William
Illin for revenues, Rayful Edmonds like
channel 7 news, round seven Jews, hand gettin the mic
Forgettin’ all I ever knew, convenient amnesia
I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure
Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily
explain why we adapt to crime
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it
Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it
Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend
Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin
The NSX rental, don't be fooled my game is mental
We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into?
Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables
meet me by the one that starts a G up
This way no fraud Willie's present gam-b-ling they re-up
And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas
Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live?
Can I live?

My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle
like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you
Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me
commit atrocities like we got immunity
You guessed it, manifested in tangible goods
Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease
we buy the whole car, as you should
My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE
on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient
When it boils to steam, it comes to it
we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this
True this, the streets school us to spend our money foolish
Bond with jewelers and, watch for intruders
I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist
Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of
gettin’ cream let's do this, it gets te-di-ous
So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me
stressed right? Can I live?
Sist endret av Denzel; 22. november 2011 kl. 13:04.
En annen tekst jeg mener er sykt bra, er Slaine med Citizen Kane. Sangen handler om Kokain og hans eget forhold til det. Første verset "er" han kokain og i det andre verset handler det om hans forhold til det.

Slaine - Citizen Kane

[Verse 1:]
Hey yo put me in line, I'm chock-full for your nostril
I'll make you motherfucking hostile
Not till sunrise will some eyes let their lids down
I've been there for you and I'm sure to get your kids down
In Midtown I get down, skyrise enterprise
Little white lies, your wives don't know nothing
I've been there for years, they smoke me and blow me
But when shit go down everybody act like they don't know me
Uptown I travel in packs put flames to my backs
Rock me and lock me in caps and sell me to blacks
Rap cats claim to sell me before they sold their soul
The goals of those put me up in their nose
So I take control, impose my will, I'm I'll
Got to spill mad shit for bags of plastic
Drastic measures of grams in the hands of triple beams
The shit behind their little schemes are crippled dreams
Sicker teams'll bring pain but I just want to party
Maybe nobody somebody from Scarface to John Gotti
Drip down the throat to your body
Kids'll stick you to get me so get your body a shotty
Make a whore from a hottie, flush me down in the potty
When the five hits talking that jive shit
Searching for me cause I'm the live shit
I'm Citizen Cane, I'm Citizen Cane

[Chorus: Scratching]
Hit me with a razor, hit me with a straw
Your heart's beating quicker now, I'm fucking with your jaw

[Verse 2:]
There's a cocaine rain that drips when I sniff
It's like an icicle trickling it's freezing my lips
So in between the uneven breathing it slips
Numbing my teeth leaving me up all evening with skips
See I've been handcuffed by the devil's dandruff
On my shoulder, I just can't kick the damn stuff
I get older stuck with these sick dreams
That I had to fuck with since a time of fifteen
Trying to get my shit clean but I love the speed
I can never get when I only fuck with weed
I took one sniff and my body just agreed
With the liquor in me saying this is what you need
So tell me how you're supposed to hit the skids with the wiz
Still want the I'll though you know what it is
That we started off doing blow when we're kids
Running in the streets sneaking home to the crib
So now I gotta live with the shit in my brain
Littered with pain and driven insane by Citizen Cane
As soon as it's gone I wanna get it I'm sayin
Cause my dome is just screaming to get wetted with rain
So before this triple six makes me hate ya all
I'm a commit the seventh sin and make this late call
It's like I got nine lives the way I do eight balls
So I guess the corner pocket is where my fate falls
Community Outcast av Devlin

This is for everyone everywhere in a state of depression because I know you can all relate, outcast to society:

I represent for the homeless,
Let down by a nation,
More interested in war in this nation,
When children are sleeping at railway stations.
No home or money,
They wish they could call their mummy to put a hot meal in their tummy,
So at night when the temperature drops,
I'm asking you to remember what you got,
These kids go home to a cardboard box,
They're the soul survivors,
Warming their hands with a flick and a flame in their lighters,
All their life they've been frightened.
On the streets with their head down,
Knowing deep inside that they've really been let down,
By a country that's crippled,
And I thought mankind was supposed to be simple.

I represent for the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left in the streets where it's evil,
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needles.
Yea I represent for the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left on the streets where it's evil,
Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble.

I represent single Mums,
All alone on their own trying to put food in the mouths of her two sons,
And the fathers gone, there's no cash flow, lack of income,
But that's just the way it is,
She counts fifteen needles pushing her pram on the way to the lift,
And this is where Blair said it's safe to live and raise kids.
She finds her way out of the block,
With two kids in a pram and a rip and a stain in her top,
She goes to sign on just to maintain the little she's got,
For her kids sake,
But they'll never seen a decent life,
But they can dream and they'll sleep tonight,
They've been hung out and left to dry,
The kids are in bed, Mums left to cry.

I represent for the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left in the streets where it's evil,
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needles.
Yea I represent for the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left on the streets where it's evil,
Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble.

I represent for the old folk, that live alone,
No family or kids at home,
And all he wants is someone to speak to but nobody rings the phone.
Sits at home in the dark, no electric,
Since his wife passed, he can't accept it,
He feels isolated, neglected,
And now his council flats infested,
So he goes to the shop for his papers,
With a stick and he falls in the mud,
The people around him all pulled him up,
But to him that's just a reminder,
He's old and he's weak with no one to love.
He sees clouds up above,
Another bad day in the diary,
An old man by the many,
Killed by society, strangled quietly.


I represent for the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left in the streets where it's evil,
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needles.
Yea I represent for the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left on the streets where it's evil,
Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble.

I represent for the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left in the streets where it's evil,
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needles.
Yea I represent for the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left on the streets where it's evil,
Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble.
Vinnie paz - Keep movin' on har en sinnsyk bra tekst.
Eminem - Sing For The Moment
Eminem - Lose Yourself

Sykt bra tekst på begge. Egentlig har alle Eminem bra tekst.
End of Days Feat. Block McCloud av Vinnie Paz, Block McCloud

The greatest form of control is when you think you’re free when you’re being fundamentally manipulated and dictated to. One form of dictatorship is being in a prison cell and you can see the bars and touch them. The other one is sitting in a prison cell but you can’t see the bars but you think you’re free.

What the human race is suffering from is mass hypnosis. We are being hypnotized by people like this: newsreaders, politicians, teachers, lecturers. We are in a country and in a world that is being run by unbelievably sick people. The chasm between what we’re told is going on and what is really going on is absolutely enormous.


It’s like we all know what’s going down
But no one’s saying s**t, what happened to the home of the brave?
These m***********s they’re controlling us now
But no one’s talking about it, made us proud to be slaves

And everybody’s just walking around
Head in the clouds, we won’t awake until we’re dead in the grave
By then it’s too late, we need to be ready to raise up
Welcome to the end of days


Everybody is slave, only some are aware
That the government releasing poison in the air
That’s the reason I collect so many guns in my lair
I ain’t never caught slipping, never underprepared
Yeah, The Shaytan army, they just display it proudly
George Bush the grandson of Aleister Crowley
They want you to believe the lie that the enemy Saudi
The enemy ain’t Saudi, the enemy around me
There’s fluoride in the water but nobody know that
It’s also a prominent ingredient in Prozac (for real?)
How could any government bestow that?
A proud people who believe in political throwback
That’s not all that I’m here to present you
I know about the black pope in Solomon’s Temple
Yeah, about the Vatican assassins and how they will get you
And how they cloned Barack Hussein Obama in a test tube


Whoever built the pyramids had knowledge of electrical power
And you know that that’s the information that they suppress and devour
Who you think the m***********s that crashed in the tower?
Who you think that made it turn into ash in an hour?
The same ones that invaded Jerome
The ones that never told you about the skeletons on the moon
Yeah, the ones that poison all the food you consume
The ones that never told you about Mount Vesuvius Tomb
The Bird Flu is a lie, the Swine Flu is a lie
Why would that even come as a surprise?
Yeah, the Polio vaccine made you die
It caused cancer and it cost a lot of people their lives
Do y’all know about Bohemian Grove?
How the world leader sacrificing children in robes?
Lucifer is God in the public school system
I suggest you open up your ears and you listen


The greatest hypnotist on the planet Earth is an oblong box in the corner in the room. It is constantly telling us what to believe is real. If you can persuade people that what they see with their eyes is what there is to see you’ve got them. Because they’ll laugh in your face of an explanation then which portrays the big picture of what’s happening… and they have.

Spotify.
Sist endret av Darkerface2; 22. november 2011 kl. 13:53. Grunn: Skrivefeil.
Any man - Eminem

Obnoxious og Harlem streets - Immortal technique

Same story - Vinnie paz

Disse sangene har bra tekst
Eyedea & Abilities. <3

You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?
She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot
You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub
She ain't trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in love
Your day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom alone
Straight feedin', You's beg like a dog for the bone
And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows
Theres a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own
Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones
Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone
And next weekend you invite her to your home
You weren't even thinking. You got played by a pro
She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes
Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys
Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy
Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise
I know she's a cutie, but there's power in that coochie
Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's

(chorus)
She's a big shot. You know your dream girl
She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world
She's a big shot. You thought you could school her
She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor
She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch your ruler
She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, user and abuser
She's a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her behind
You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time

Now, what about that popular school kid?
The always have been, always will be cool kid?
The class president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback
Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs
The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck
Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep
He only dates models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle
When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble
He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom
He's in your life everyday, and you can't wait 'til he's gone
But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long
Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song
He's got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear
While your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror
He walks the halls surrounded by is fan club
Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up
He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool
When he has a party, everyone's invited except you
And your crew. And there really ain't nothin' y'all can do
He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school

(chorus)
He's a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet
Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college
He's a big shot. Testosterone thirsty
Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his jersey
He's a big shot. I.B. class whiz-kid
Braggin' about a big dick, that chick and this chick
He's a big shot..

My favorites are rappers, the egoistical bastards
The people that never clap for your set, they think you're whacker
Than them 'cause they're the masters
I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme
and plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse
To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter
He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards
After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter
Art you'll capture finally.
But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t even flatter him
Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance
To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles
That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks
Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord
Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head
He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically
As it makes a parody of your passion
You tell friends you think he's tight
but secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting
'Cause he's an asshole. But you know he's got nice sound
You know what else? Your looking at him right now

(chorus)
I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you love me
Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me
I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a creep
But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em look weak
I'm a big shot. Shit, can nobody fade me
The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me
I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big Props
The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop
Vis hele sitatet...
Sist endret av Zarbon; 22. november 2011 kl. 23:47.
Dere har jo ikke peil!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6DCEcsvie0










Neida.
Sist endret av Bruskork1; 22. november 2011 kl. 23:50.
Synes han her er ganske flink http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hu4dhmHgyYg
Veldig god flyt, og teksten er overlegen.
Sitat av Zarbon Vis innlegg
Vis hele sitatet...
Sykt nostalgitripp tilbake til Tony Hawks, takk skal du ha
Jeg foretrekker Grunnmuren ( norske) sine låter, "fåkkt opp", og "Kem føler meg"
Sitat av ClaesGreve Vis innlegg
Jeg foretrekker Grunnmuren ( norske) sine låter, "fåkkt opp", og "Kem føler meg"
Vis hele sitatet...
Vet ikke om du er ironisk eller ikke nå, men Flex sitt vers på nye skiva til Lars Vaular er faktisk ganske fett.
Sitat av Bruskork1 Vis innlegg
Dere har jo ikke peil!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6DCEcsvie0










Neida.
Vis hele sitatet...
For å være ærlig da:

Immortal Technique - Dance with the Devil:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qggxTtnKTMo

Hopsin - Nocturnal Rainbows:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OP5e8HqVN0o

Masse av Eminem

Drammen i Regn:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AK8U-voEFk

Og denne:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BuR7rHktaWk

Og mye av Vinnie Paz!
Sist endret av Bruskork1; 23. november 2011 kl. 00:08.
Alt av atmosphere
GZA - Killah Hills 10304: Så jævlig fet, verset markert under i tykke typer gjør meg svett hver gang jeg hører det.

Restaurants on a stake-out

So order the food to take out

Chaos, outside a spark steakhouse

Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour

Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half hour

And his man who bought land from Tony Starks

While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks

he's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger

In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn like Singer

Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me

for the heist, in a Burlington Coat Factory

Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot

who used to drive like sacks of blow on this remote

area, we label Dead Man's Island

Two hundred miles South from Thailand

Right off the docks, I got the various custom made yachts

Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots

There's no need for us to spray up the scene

I use less men, more powerful shit for my team

Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan

Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand

A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist

Intiated, at eleven to be a terrorist

He set bombs in bottles of champagne

And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains

Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key

in his left leg, even underwent surgery

They say his pirate limp gave him away

As the feds rushed him, comin through U.S. Customs


Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano

A smash hit from Sammy Gravano

here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand

Half time at the game blastin niggaz out the stands

The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent

Photographs of they wives takin baths

Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe

Take it or commit suicide

First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria

I want they small intestines ripped from the interior

I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight cargo

Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo

Ricans processing for the call of Costa Rica

Four hundred barrels of ether

Two hundred pounds of reefer

and fifty immigrants with fake Visas

Life of a drug dealer
Sperra Inne- Apollo er ikke nevnt? :O
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=61S74Up-bCo

i et samfunn fylt med altzheimer blir mange glemt
observasjoner fortrengt, men de blir skildra av en rap skribent
jeg vikke prakke masse dritt på deg
bare få deg til å tenke sjæl om åssen tinga enkli er
du letter din samvittighet med penger til veldedighet
men det å se seg sjøl i speilet ekke å være reflektert
politikerne sier det samma om og om igjen...
hvoren jeg ser, enda fler ungdom dyttes, never knyttes
enda mer politi blir rekrutert til ingen nytte
eldre menn kjører frem til hjørnet der en pike står
ett år igjen, uten den hjelpa som hu ikke får
dype sår etter bikkjer, følger kundens fantasi
vinter natt, er på jakt, fortsatt etter amnesti
rykter: hvem tror de'a? frykter dem, lykkes dem
nykter men, flykter igjen til utopia
det finnes større ting en det du jakter på
de som har det slakter så mange av de små, vi må passe på
og for hver dag så vokser problema
mens vi krangler på at posa nå, koster no på Rema
folk tåler ikke stå i kø, klager mens de venter
mens den køen vi bør klage på er den med pasienter
nattas sønner sulter etter respekt fordi de ikke har fått sjansen
med et grunnlag mer fucka enn Tanja Hansen

jeg kjenner all sorg for deg Gøteborg og det med rett
for demonstrerer du risikerer du å bli drept
ung gutt skutt i Genova, vi må sloss
for politi holder våpnene, politiet er staten, staten oss
men makta ekke vår lenger, makt er penger
og de som har den gjør alt for at vi ikke skal ta den
som å skyte demonstranter, slå dem ned med køller
fengsle dem og stemple dem i media som bøller
arr som ikke gror etter spor av sprøyter på sin kropp
oljeborr pumper opp milliarder uten stopp
mennesker de sover i t-banetunneller mens
ungdom gir faen de trokke at det gjelder dem
business menn, dyre hjem, det er dem som ikke skatter
enslig mor hakke no, men sliter for sin sønn og datter
holder fast, stor kontrast i Oslo 2001
mens vårt problem er hvem som er venn med Ari Behn
ironisk at vi prater om å holde det nede
det er vi som blir holdt nede, skjønner du? kan du se det?
men har du tenkt å gjøre noe med det? være tilstede?
Nemesis! Apollo er tilbake i vrede
Mens mørket slutter seg om oss sover de fleste
men natta det er sannheten for de litt bevisste
Insomnia, yo, det er dagene som knekker meg
jeg er Apollo, kom hit for å vekke deg
Sage Francis sitter med noen av de beste tekstene jeg har kommet over til nå. En av favorittversene:

Fra låta Escape Artist:

I'm a veteran of special relationships
I clip ya wings to fit you in, head-shrinking magician
Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics
I lost acquaintances in a morgue of lady friends
I gender bent the heaven-sent angelic devil-boy, and God's androgynous
I'm lookin' marvelous but looks CAN kill
And you're unsure about my sexual orientation still
Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangement
The vault is vacant
They're all looking for fault or blame
I called my agent
The moment that I caught the train
I let him know I'm going nowhere, and he's invited
If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it
But this is my burden to bear, not his
And I'm a psychic without a sidekick holding the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too much


Også kompisen hans, B. Dolan, har noen helt fantastiske låter, som for eksempel Kitchen Sink:

I don't go out.
I just wander the halls
Fingers run along the crumbling walls
Sick and deformed like the dip in the floor
The drip in the kitchen's on a mission
to kill me off, I should've died in a crib fire
And will before long. Smoke rising from the old wiring
Ring the alarm
Wish I could decorate the place with the smell of napalm.
Barricade to save face, never answer the phone
Stay away from the shades, try to vanish in the smoke
I no longer know If I'm the cancer or the host
Can't manage to cope without damaging my throat
Used to make plans to go but they cancelled my show
Now I watch Channel Zero for a pattern in the snow
From the clock to the mirror to the carpet full of holes
Things have gone well beyond a job
for pest control...

Ellers anbefaler jeg artister som Brother Ali, Sick Jacken, Vinnie Paz (Jedi Mind Tricks hovedsaklig), Scroobius Pip, Celph Titled, GZA og Apathy. Sick Jacken har en av tidenes linjer: "Was it my destiny to lead a caravan in a hearse/I always thought I'd lead revolutionary victory first"
Madvillain - Strange Ways (Han som har laget den der videoen har klart å feilstave alt som feilstaves kan, men genial video, bedre enn den med 400k views.)

Wreak havoc, beep beep it's mad traffic
Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick
He see as just another felony drug arrest
Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test
Slug through the vest... Shot in the street
For pulling heat on a father whose baby's gotta eat
And when they get hungry, it ain't shit funny
Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money
Now, who's the real thugs, killers and gangsters?
Set the revolution, let the things bust and thank us
When the smoke clear, you can see the sky again
There will be the chopped off heads of leviathan
My friend, they call 'em strangers
Everybody talk to him end up in some danger

(They stay... Strange ways)
Can't reform 'em

They pray four times a day, they pray five
Whose ways is strange when it's time to survive
Some will go of they own free will to die

Others take them with you when they blow sky high
What's the difference? All you get is lost children
While abortion shit up behind the desk it costs billions
To blast humans in half, into captured arms
Only one side is allowed to have bombs
It's like making a soldier drop his weapon
Shooting him, and telling him to get to steppin'
Obviously, they came to portion of his fortune
Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion

(They stay)
Same game
(Strange ways)
Ya can't reform 'em

------------------

Digger alle tekstene til MF DOOM, ofte er de ganske uforsåelige med et sterkt preg av obskure referanser, men det er nettopp denne særegne stilen med assosiasjoner over en lav sko jeg digger. Hva selve temaet er kan dog være litt problematisk å få med seg :P

Synes originalitet og finurlighet blandet med litt poetisk sammensatte ord (allitterasjon osv) trumfer budskap.
Sist endret av Murdergoon; 23. november 2011 kl. 02:18.
Det første som slo meg var K-Rino sin mind-twister-historie.

K-Rino - The Sorcerer's Den (part. 1)
[Verse 1:]
One night I was restless, sling into sanity like a barnacle
I walked a couple miles and then stumbled upon a carnival
Unlike anything I'd ever seen it was phenomenal
Whatever the mind could imagine was right in front of you
One of the attractions was calling me to see within the man stood at the doorway luring the people in
His boot looked real tiny and? inarpable?
But infinitely large on the inside like Doctor Who
He said "I'm owner of this wonderful establishment
Please sign the waver before you enter the labyrinth
Brace yourself mentally cause your about to witness the most incredible acts of sorcery inexistence"
I ran to the booth do you expect me to believe this?
I quickly brought a ticket while thinking I gotta see this
He closed the door behind us then sat us all on a chair
The door slammed but when I looked back it was no longer there

[Chorus: x2]
Step forward towards the front door and come in
You have now just entered in the sorcerer's den
This is a volunteery thing nobody's forcing you in
But if you go you may never see your portraits again

[Verse 2:]
Now the second after all of the consist forms were signed
He started warming up by moving objects with his mind
He was blind at us with magic now our vision was impaired
He was changing forms and all of the children were getting scared
He just laughed and continued to carry out more deeds
I said "Sir we've seen enough, can you open the door please? "
He said "I haven't put my whole repertoire display
I'll release you when I get ready, follow me this way"
Goodness gracious what have I got myself into?
Who are you, what are you, where are you from, who sent you?
He said "I am the sorcerer I'll never let'chu go
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
But I'll brief you with my true histories since you like to know
I'm from a family of moricals I'm fifth generation
I frequently listen to apparition conversations
I'm skilled and levitation and spirit communication
But my speciality is deconstructing in dream interoperation"
OK then but to use it like, this is not intelligent
He said "I'm testing moral minds as an experiment
And right now, there's nobody comparable to my skill
So who could ever challenge me? " I smiled and said "I will"

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
He kinda laughed saying "this must be a joke"
Lined up with the others cause my rath is easily provoked
I said "No it's not a joke" He said, "Well if this is true
Won't you give a demonstration on the things that you could do"
I said Well, I noticed how you metamorphosis size
I had mastered the ability to morph when I was five
I can demonstrated advance transformation overdrive
And explain the process afterwards that's if you're still alive
You talk about your family I have no bloodline
I spun out of the sun I'm the only of my kind
I spoke a million words in a seven second span
He wondered why he couldn't talk back; his mouth was in my hand
I dangled it in front of him, just to see his face
Then made it evaporate and land in his proper place
I made him face a mirror his reflection was cast
Then I shattered his anamity like it was the glass
Turn the mirror into blood wiped it up with a rag
Put his pieces in a box, and put the box in a bag
The people cheered "You must be the Wizard" I said "Indeed"
Can we leave; I said "No cause you now belong to me"
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K-Rino - Return Of The Sorcerer (part. 2)
Sitting in the living room no ones in the house
In and out of conscienceness dozing on the couch
Approximately midnight nothing else around
Light sleep broken suddenly awaken by the sound
The room got colder in a manner that was strange
I tried to turn the TV but the channel wouldn't change
I started feeling angry then shocked by what I've seen
No picture but a dark mist appeared upon the screen
Five seconds later I begin to feel a threat
What was looming I'm assuming was a human silhouette
The minute that I thought to myself it couldn't get me
I looked up and saw the same image right there standing with me
I froze up and wondered what was next for him to do
He said do you remember me cause I remember you
I said no not really but I think I have a clue
What I'm thinking in my mind though I'm hoping isn't true

(2x)
It's the return of the sorcerer
You can never win
Thought you got rid of me now
I'm back for my revenge
Didn't know you were the wizard when I met you in my den
Now I'm back fully reloaded to challenge you again

No need for playing dumb asking me who is it
You know exactly who I am and why I came to visit
I said I destroyed the sorcerer he said don't tempt me
I raced to get the bag I placed him in but it was empty
I said how did you get out man I checked this every hour
He said I formed again and re connected with my power
I stay inside the bag while my energy increases
The mistake you made is that you didn't separate my thesis
So every day I got strong I life began to form
I spawned a set of horns that shoot nitrogen and bombs
You set me up the last time we met and that was rude
Now the sorcery I use is quadruple the magnitude
I must admit you prove to be a worthy nemesis
But now you have no chance of removing me from the premises
So now this honorable state in which I've rendered you
has disabled the mystic wizardry that once defended you.
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com

(Chorus)

I felt myself getting smaller breathing getting harder
He said I didn't make you shrink I made the room larger
He made his voice change into high decibel pitches
We went into my brain and started tampering with switches
He synchronized our minds and my vision got spotty
And played games by switching my head to his body
I said quit playing with my thoughts and making images
Now that I mention it please stop finishing my sentences
Yeah
And then he started laughing
I mustered enough strength to backspin and zap him
He still standing when I know how hard I hit him
He brushed it off as if a mosquito had bit him
So now I'm getting nervous kinda feeling that it's curtains
My bodies getting weaker he's defeated me for certain
I felt my system malfunction and shutting down completely
Body affected deeply I'm not feeling good I'm sleepy

(Chorus)

He threw me in the lab I was confused by that one
Not because he put me there because I didn't have one
He came and said it's over now I can't think of much more to do
He said it's time to finish you but first I'm going to torture you
So now I'm saying this is to insane
By then 90% of my wizardry was drained
I looked right in his face really wishing I could sign a truce
Then noticed the particle of skin was kinda loose
Hmmm
There my be a way that I can beat this
I recollected what he had told me about his pieces
To disassemble his physical features is his weakness
The key is knocking of that loose part if I can reach it
I used the last drop of my telekinesis
And snatch that little patch of his face fed it to leaches
He screamed as his head stared melting from the damage
As my power re established the rest of his body vanished
Ha ha
Vis hele sitatet...
Sist endret av eRixn; 23. november 2011 kl. 02:35.
Tech N9ne - (feat. ¡Mayday!)

"The Noose"

I've tried writing this letter now,
Several times before,
When the party's over and,
The liquor is no more,
I'll tell you now that living now has become somewhat a chore,
You following their rules is such a God forsaken bore,
Now I say God because I'm programmed,
But I believe in none,
I see no interventions and I see no Holy Sons,
And if I'm wrong than strike me down and break these breathing lungs,
Just take these words reverse them back upon my evil tongue,
I've seen children arm each other like it's second nature,
Some just wanna watch the world burn,
And bang upon the drums,
And that is why the music and the rhythm will live on,
Cause chaos has a melody and death is like a song,

I sing, sing out to the rafter's I sing,
Close this little chapter and I think,
This life is a disaster and it stings,
I'm trying to find a way to just sing,
Sing out to the rafter's I sing,
Close this little chapter and I think,
This life is a disaster and it stings,
You see I'm trying to find a way out,

What a world, what a world,
I'm hanging up the noose now,
Waiting for the end,
What a world, what a world,
I'm hanging up the noose now,
Waiting for the end

I went to visit wounded soldiers out on Camp Pendelton,
And the cause of the missing limbs it mean there's no love like Wimbledon,
When they sat before me young as hell and gave me accolades like gentlemen,
I'm thinking that the enemy took away their ability to walk to touch no way of rekindling,
What is now gone unless they got money like Forrest and Lt. Dan,
The war if you win a damn they have no remorse at any minute bam,
That's fucked off while we're chilling on tour on the bus getting sucked off,
Know our family is grieving 'cause war is recieving their peeps and they crying their butts off,
That's why I get so much,
When a flow bust,
Why we got it so good 'cause it's so rough,
For the young soldiers who,
Do exactly what they're told to do,
Damn, do what exactly what they're told to do,
Defend they're country and uphold the crew,
But give my one and only soul for you,
That's a hell of a job description,
I don't know if my God's with this one,
But I guess its the laws of sick men,
Send out youngin's and they fall the victim,
Of an evil clans plan,
That's why I be saying dwamn,
'Cause on 9/11 I realized the fate is another man's hands,

What a world, what a world,
I'm hanging up the noose now,
Waiting for the end,
What a world, what a world,
I'm hangin up the noose now,
Waiting for the end

When I see how my loved ones have left,
I wonder how long I would fight,
I wonder if I would give in and let the reaper lead me into night,
See I got too much pride left,
My grandmother died too early,
Reaching for moments more instead the cancer in her lungs took it from you,
We drift, naturally like two ships in the roughest of seas,
That's why this moments precious yet I'm too distant to feel it complete,
See these days I feel so disconnected,
It gets harder to drop to my knees,
I guess that's a side effect of living in generation XYZ,
Obsessed with pain and grief man I wish we were kids again,
Things were simpler than 90s incidents,
Got me losing friends to the hands of violent men, fast,
Faster than speeding bullets whizzing down alley ways,
Abruptly I'm waking up from this haze,
But only to realize the world hasn't changed,
Suddenly I'm not even fazed,
Y'all think it's the way we been raised?
Fuck it I'm sinking right back in this haze,
'Cause these could turn out to be my last todays,
With a hope and a prayer put a rope in the air,
But I'm just too scared,
Choking from the pressure will I rock this chest,
Swing back and forth and tempt death with a blank stare,

What a world, what a world,
I'm hanging up the noose now,
Waiting for the end,
What a world, what a world,
I'm hangin up the noose now,
Waiting for the end
Linkin Park - Hands Held High

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin'
Lightweight step it aside when we comin'
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin'
People on the street, they panic and start runnin'

Words on loose leaf sheet complete comin'
I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin'
Healin' the blind, I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drummin'

Jump when they tell us they want to see jumpin'
F*** that! I want to see some fists pumpin'
Risk somethin', take back what's yours
Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for

'Cause I'm sick of bein' treated like I have before
Like I'm stupid standin' for what I'm standin' for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor

Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These ******* are laughin' their way to the bank and cashin' the check
Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect

For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watchin' at the end of the day
In their livin' room laughin' like, "What did he say?"

Amen, amen
Amen, amen
Amen

In my livin' room watchin' but I am not laughin'
'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen
The world is cold, the bold men take action
Have to react to get blown into fractions

10 years old is somethin' to see
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep
Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought, "The next one could be me"

Do you see the soldiers that are out today
That brush the dust from bulletproof vests away?
It's ironic, at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday

There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad, he's got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show

My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back he hand wrote a quote inside
"When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die"

Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stutterin and mumblin' for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watchin' at the end of the day
Both scared and angry like, "What did he say?"

Amen, amen
Amen, amen

(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
Sist endret av Darkerface2; 23. november 2011 kl. 10:09. Grunn: Skrivefeil.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oU0I8APK-o

Dumbfounded - Jam Session 2.0

Beste lyriske låta jeg vet om.
Klovner i Kamp. De utmerker seg på mye.
Tykt og tynt er noe ganske for seg selv. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcjgcaKBRhY

Det vakke det jeg sa, teksten er ikke så mye å skryte av, men lydsporet gir gåsehud. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgMziyEEnwA

I tråd med Tråden har de Den dagen Gud døde, som forøvrig er veldig bra. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAAKXrHCEpI

Jeg skal ærlig innrømme at jeg sliter med å bestemme meg for hvilken tekst jeg synes er best, men Cry baby treffer meg godt. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxuXOMhD2qk
Tool - 10000 days er en bra låt med fin tekst.
Sitat av Zarbon Vis innlegg
Eyedea & Abilities<3
Vis hele sitatet...
Enig, Eyedea er (var) genial. Slug er også flink.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=590tiWtaUrQ

[Eyedea:]
Would you believe there's only four more people in the world
And when you're not looking they change masks
Somewhere over the rainbow it's the same
Instead of needle infested train tracks
No matter how fast you run from the eye you hate
There is no escape (There is no escape)
So I wait for the heaven that I seek
Which makes everything insignificant differences
Innocence intendance the vision amongst religion
Visioning innovative criticisms are the state of mind we're living
Time is ticking
If you listen to the sign that wisdom efficiantly spreads
Sing a song that officially deadens the mission
They cling on the friction
I stand stiff in this position
Plans shift
Cause to me your man is in an issue of your ego tissue
Explicit to the point of non-existance
And life in the past is your only interest
I used to build forts in the backyard to hide from the daytime
Missing all the beauty of the sunshine
It's my fault
But I blame the world to a small degree
I've never seen the sky cause I been too scared it would fall on me
So what? You're mad cause I don't want to talk?
But you'd be even more pissed off if I told you what I really thought
So just walk away (just walk away)
You're better off never caring what I say (never caring what I say)

[Chorus: Eyedea]
I been a lot of places and I've seen a lot of faces
I don't miss none of them and they don't miss me
Fell in love with sensation
Now I'm my own mental patient
But that's the price you pay if you want to live free
Kill my dedication
Put me on your medication
Drop me off in space and never come to get me
Nothing that I say has ever been that amazing
So when I die do me a favor and forget me (forget me... [x7])

[Slug:]
Well
Something in the air make me not want to care
Let 'em stare until I'm riding on an empty spare
Follow the vein straight
As it drapes across the landscape and the sand and the lake
Off the beaten path
Learn the secret math
Keeping the laugh, smug
Too deep in the back of luck
Happy as fuck
But nobody's convinced
Play daddy to the love and try to drop a couple hints
Ever since I came to learn all the right turns
I was cursed with the cigarette burns and the lost words
Found inspiration inside your misery
Always trying to take an inch
More than what they're giving me
Dear God
Let me die on the rich people's lawns
Because I'm not so sure they're gonna learn my songs
Every morning he repeats that same shit
Spends the day trying to be famous
Well another day, shot
And I'm thinking this aquarium is deeper than the last one
My castle was never made of sand
It's one big aluminum can
The chateau of the damned
The shadow of the man you pretend you are
Had a rough thought that got caught and went too far
If I did have a car I'd go broke from the gas
On the shoulder of the road
While you roll past

[Chorus: Eyedea]
I been a lot of places and I've seen a lot of faces
I don't miss none of them and they don't miss me
Fell in love with sensation
Now I'm my own mental patient
But that's the price you pay if you want to live free
Kill my dedication
Put me on your medication
Drop me off in space and never come to get me
Nothing that I say has ever been that amazing
So when I die do me a favor and forget me (forget me... [x7])
Sist endret av Hardtliv2013bwoi; 23. november 2011 kl. 13:14.
Nå vet jeg ikke hva som har blitt nevnt, men synes Immortal Technique - Cause of Death og Peruvian Cokecain er vært å nevne. Her skildrer han blant annet konspirasjonsteorier mot den amerikanske regjeringen, og veien narkotika tar fra det avles til du kjøper det på hjørnet. Bra budskap og sterke tekster over en god flow gjør det for meg.
Alle AOTP sangen er sinnsykt bra , men AOTP - Hollow points er min favoritt .

I would move Heaven and Hell and anything in between to get to you. You wouldn't be safe anywhere if I was mad at you. And that's not bull; that's truth. I've went up against people. You could pull a gun on me and if I'm mad at you I'm coming forward. You'd have to shoot me to stop me and if you don't kill me... you're stupid cause the next time you see me I will kill you.


They call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with killers
You at the auction, I'm boss and smoking cigars at the dealer
Nigga I'm iller, count scrilla like casinos, only c-notes
I'm a cancer nigga no chemo
I'm dancing with satanic people, life is illegal
I'm heroin in the needle, my emotions are see-through
I'm evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn
Calm before the storm's Katrina nigga, I'm drawn
Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants
Dismantle is pleasant, turn their Hell to my Heaven
I excel with my brethren, giving birth to nuclear weapons
I'm shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson
I'm close to perfection with rap nigga I'm flawless
I'm God's light, the type to illuminate in the darkness
Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plastic toys is lit
I scorch your clique, nigga I'm back again


If I ain't on my grind then I'm high trying to take your cheque
I done hustled on the hottest block and I ain't break a sweat
AKs and Techs make em vacate a set
If he ain't trying to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck
You get laid to rest, nigga this is Murderville
Now smell the essence of the el, nigga this is Earth for real
Fuck a bitch, I'll leave a nigga burnt for real
Signed to the streets but the judge ain't served the deal
I just turn the wheel, hit em back
Waiting for a pussy to creep, give him my best shot
Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I'm mangled
And I'm about to catch a motherfucking homicide
This bitch named Karma got me going crazy and it's fucking hot
I don't wanna go away I'm like an addict in his fucking prime
Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money
If there's tension in the room then you know it's coming from me


We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
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One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
This'll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang
Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain

We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
This'll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang
Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain


My rap will give you fucking brain cancer
Different question cousin same answer
Y'all motherfuckers made me scrap like I was Kane's dancer
But there's a method to my madness unusual still
They call me Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill
We push a lot of everything but it's usually krill
We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed
I thought a lot of destiny but it's truthfully real
That could make a warrior like Zeus if he's truthfully I'll
I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss
Where dirtbag drink from the same water he piss
It's Armageddon when I ball up the fist
It's God Consciousness that started this remarkable gift
I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick
I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick
I'm a survivor but I got the fucking charm of a pit
That just detach you, now you got your fucking arm in his grip


Niggas try to hate, we don't hear the side talk
Them loud mouths, gotta hit em with the white hawk

My niggas upstate squared with the
This for y'all wild out when your cell's cracked
You know your time's short when they trying to seen your mail back
We catch bodies for the love of the block
I collect shit, I got a hammer and the glove of a cop
So while you hugging model
One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock
Yeah say I'm steamed when I'm pulling a scam quick
Old Reservoir Dogs, lay your blood on the canvas
Quick to blow diesel but the game is sour
And you's a pussy, where I'm from that's the name of a coward
So when you get your weight up I'm already in power
Who wants war? My niggas fly planes into towers, Pharaohs
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Nattens sønner
Varsko
Fritt vilt
Syntes denne sangen har en bra tekst, for den forteller hva som virkelig foregår i denne verden.

It's like we all know what's going down
But no one's saying shit, what happened to the home of the brave?
These motherfuckers they're controlling us now
But no one's talking about it, made us proud to be slaves

And everybody's just walking around
Head in the clouds, we won't awake until we're dead in the grave
By then it's too late, we need to be ready to raise up
Welcome to the end of days

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

Everybody is slave, only some are aware
That the government releasing poison in the air
That's the reason I collect so many guns in my lair
I ain't never caught slipping, never underprepared
Yeah, The Shaytan army, they just break it proudly
George Bush the grandson of Aleister Crowley
They want you to believe the lie that the enemy Saudi
The enemy ain't Saudi, the enemy around me
There's fluoride in the water but nobody know that
It's also a prominent ingredient in Prozac (for real?)
How could any government bestow that?
A proud people who believe in political throwback
That's not all that I'm here to present you
I know about the black pope in Solomon's Temple
Yeah, about the Vatican assassins and how they will get you
And how they cloned Barack Hussein Obama in a test tube

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

Whoever built the pyramids had knowledge of electrical power
And you know that that's the information that they suppress and devour
Who you think the motherfuckers that crashed in the tower?
Who you think that made it turn into ash in an hour?
The same ones that invaded Jerome
The ones that never told you about the skeletons on the moon
Yeah, the ones that poison all the food you consume
The ones that never told you about Mount Vesuvius Tomb
The Bird Flu is a lie, the Swine Flu is a lie
Why would that even come as a surprise?
Yeah, the Polio vaccine made you die
It caused cancer and it cost a lot of people their lives
Do y'all know about Bohemian Grove?
How the world leader sacrificing children in robes?
Lucifer is God in the public school system
I suggest you open up your ears and you listen
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Nå vet jeg ikke hva som har blitt nevnt, men synes Immortal Technique - Cause of Death og Peruvian Cokecain er vært å nevne. Her skildrer han blant annet konspirasjonsteorier mot den amerikanske regjeringen, og veien narkotika tar fra det avles til du kjøper det på hjørnet. Bra budskap og sterke tekster over en god flow gjør det for meg.
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Og et bra sitat på slutten fra New Jack City. Flott film forresten.
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Ser End of Days har blitt nevnt så vil dele True Lies som jeg syntes er også en av de groveste der ute! Men og finne favoritt tekst blir vanskelig når det er så mange bra

Block McCloud ft. Vinnie Paz - True Lies

I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest, I don’t want you to riot, I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime on the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad! You’ve got to say, “I’m a human being, goddamnit! My life has value!”

[Intro]

Start the uprising
We’ll start the uprising
It’s time to uprise
It’s time to uprise

[Verse 1]

Listen people they got us believing we’re nothing
But heathens screaming hating each other for nothing but breathing
Hating each other for colour and creed when me and you
We one and the same under the blade you cut and you bleed
And they think we dumb and naive
But we wasn’t conceived yesterday
We know that AIDS they made up the disease
And they tease us with money and greed and make us hunger and feed
Off each other like some blood-sucking freaks
And the most ignorant nigga’s a publisher’s dream
Nothing but whores and infidelity is up on the screen
Real chance of love with a slut and a creep
A lover that cheats, these dumb broads should be running the streets
If you think that letting your daughters watching Charm School
Won’t harm you or her in the long run you’re a darn fool
It’s so blatant how they raping our minds
In plain sight taking our rights, dignity, it ain’t right

[Hook]

Let’s start the uprising
It’s time to cut ties with these fucking guys that’s feeding us nothing but lies
It’s time to uprise
Rise up time’s up
Cause when the trust dies, love dies like government spies

Let’s start the uprising
It’s time to cut ties with these fucking guys that’s feeding us nothing but lies
It’s time to uprise
Rise up time’s up
Cause when the trust dies, love dies like government spies

[Verse 2]

I’ll admit that Obama had me believing the hype
But after doing the knowledge I ain’t been sleeping at night
Probably the biggest deception I ever seen in my life
If y’all don’t read between the lines then y’all ain’t reading it right
Yeah Vinnie Paz just a motherfuckingg trooper stepping
Nuclear anxiety and the cold of the super weapon
Obama and Bush cousins and that’s a true connection
Seizing power and property like a ruthless henchman
I’m in the Jewish temple on Mount Zion
Studying literature from the Priory of Sion
Nothing’s safe, no cars, no planes to fly on
I got a few bulletproof vests to try on
Yeah but y’all can just remain the machine
It’s true lies but I decide to stay on my deen
You a sucker if you think that the economy kill
Barack Obama 666 finally revealed
Sist endret av Cannabidiol; 23. november 2011 kl. 18:49.
Jedi Mind Tricks- Uncommon Valor (A Vietnam Story) Er sykt bra.
Apollo - Svake mennesker, synes jeg har en god, dyp tekst.