Old rap vs New rap

And since we all came from a woman, got our name from a woman and our game from a woman, I wonder why we take from our women. Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it’s time to kill for our women, time to heal our women, be real to our women. And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies that make the babies. And since a man can’t make one, he has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one.

Silly rappers, because we got a couple Porsches, MTV stopped by to film our fortresses. We forget the unfortunate. Sure I ponied up a mill, but I didn’t give my time. So in reality I didn’t give a dime, or a damn. I just put my monies in the hands of the same people that left my people stranded. Nothin’ but a bandit, left them folks abandoned. Damn, that money that we gave was just a band-aid, can’t say we better off than we was before.

Kanye West:
Is it genocide? ‘Cause I can still hear his momma cry, know the family traumatized. Shots left holes in his face, ’bout piranha-size. The old pastor closed the cold casket, and said the church ain’t got enough room for all the tombs. It’s a war going on outside we ain’t safe from, I feel the pain in my city wherever I go. 314 soldiers died in Iraq, 509 died in Chicago.

Mos Def:
When the average minimum wage is $5.15, you best believe you gotta find a new grind to get cream. The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black so frontliners got they gun in your back. Bubblin crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty and end up in the global jail economy. Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence. Budget cutbacks but increased police presence. And even if you get out of prison still livin join the other five million under state supervision. This is business, no faces just lines and statistics from your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits. The system break man child and women into figures. Two columns for who is, and who ain’t niggaz. Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings but you push too hard, even numbers got limits. Why did one straw break the camel’s back? Here’s the secret: the million other straws underneath it – it’s all mathematics

Lupe Fiasco:
I really think the war on terror is a bunch of bullshit. Just a poor excuse for you to use up all your bullets. How much money does it take to really make a full clip. 9/11 building 7 did they really pull it. And a bunch of other cover ups. Your childs future was the first to go with budget cuts. If you think that hurts then, wait here comes the uppercut. The school was garbage in the first place, thats on the up and up. Keep you at the bottom but tease you with the uppercrust. You get it then they move you so you never keeping up enough. If you turn on TV all you see’s a bunch of “what the fucks”. Dude is dating so and so blabbering bout such and such. And that aint Jersey Shore, homie thats the news. And these the same people that supposed to be telling us the truth. Limbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist. Gaza strip was getting bombed, Obama didn’t say shit. Thats why I aint vote for him, next one either. I’ma part of the problem, my problem is I’m peaceful. And I believe in the people.

I deserve respect; but I work a sweat for this worthless check, Bout to burst this tech, at somebody to reverse this debt. Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged full of venom and rage, And my daughter’s down to her last diaper. I pray that god
answers, maybe I’ll ask nicer.These overnight stars becoming autograph signers.We all long to blow up and leave the past behind us. Cause we see them dollar
signs and let the cash blind us Money will brainwash you and leave your ass mindless. My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams. I’m hoping things will look up, But there ain’t no job openings.I feel discouraged hungry and malnourished. Living in this house with no furnace, unfurnished…And I’m sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay.And I’m tired of being hired and fired the same day. But fuck it, if you know the rules to the game play. Cause when we die we know were all going the same way. Walk around depressed and smoke a pound of ses a day and yesterday went by so quick it seems like it was just today. My daughter wants to throw the ball but I’m too stressed to play. Live half my life and throw the rest away.


Lil Wayne:
i like my house big and my grass soft pussy pussy pussy.

Nicki Minaj:
you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe

got yo grandma on my dick, 10 10 10 20’s

Posted By Siphesihle Shaun Sekoati

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One response to “Old rap vs New rap

  1. *LONG reply alert* Haha! Great post, but all this hate on Lil Wayne. I don’t listen to him much but to be honest’ he does have some good verses, yet people only point out his silliest lines, check these:

    Lil Wayne:
    “Gorillas in suits. The holy war, the spiritual troops. Fighting over the mythical truth. Drowning in the political soup, they shoot missiles and nukes, taking out such a pivotal group, the body count is the physical proof, and they thought drugs were killing the youth . . .” – (President Carter)

    “My mind’s filled with mine fields, the ashes fall the wine spills. The world stops, drops and rolls. It’s Judgment Day or a fire drill. I pour out my heart, have a drink. They say the drunk never lie, they ain’t never lying. My country tis of thee,
    Sweet land of kill em all and let em die. God bless Amerika, this ole’ godless Amerika, I heard tomorrow ain’t promised today, the end of time is like an hour away. Damn, military minded, lost and can’t find it. The stars on the flag are never shining. I saw a butterfly in hell today’, Will I die or go to jail today?” – (God Bless Amerika)

    You forgot to mention Styles P & Durrty Goodz too!:

    Styles P:
    “You can see it but you just can’t vision it. Society judge a man for the way, that he live in it, either you gettin’ money or deal with imprisonment. No in-betweens – I’m gettin’ green. Spots in the world where, they don’t know what dinner mean. It’s really not that crazy in the paint, Hear ‘Clef in the club, have Haiti on the brain Surrounded by liquor drinkers, niggas makin’ it rain and the world’s always changin’ but we still need change. Life’s a bitch, is death like a good woman? I ask that, cause I know the whole hood comin’ and the fam comin’, and do heaven got a ocean or a dam runnin’? Tryin’ to understand somethin’, Flowin’ like a feather in the wind, If It start off rough, do it get better at the end? Do I go to a place, where I don’t never have to sin?” – (Keep the Faith)

    Durrty Goodz
    “I came on boat from Jamaica to Southampton. thinkin’ I could grow with my Granddadd and Gran. Thinkin’ these streets were gold and I was damn wrong. It was a scam for me to jam in the land of the ham, and I’ve been hit by infra-reds out in Amsterdam. They’re tryin’ to hold me, I see them tryin’ to clone me. They wanna own me and really see me lonely and all because I ease the mind of my homies, and ‘cus I heal the children, could I be holy? You know I’m spiritual you feel it in the physical, I show you it’s not impossible if it’s in miracles, I’m historical and truly philosophical. There’s been a time when I’ve been right by Selassie, But FBI and spies wanna stop my posse, why? They don’t wanna see me glowin’ but they haffi try Come and burn I and I until them satisfied. Plus they know that I can turn hell to paradise. If I be shown properly you won’t be having strife, If they just let you flow free you’ll see I have a voice, Instead they spread this propaganda and antagonise, and they hate to see me circulatin’ on the corner all because I came from Jamaica with the farmers, they call me all types of names when they slandered, they say I’m Durrty Goodz and I’m just marijuana.” – (Marijuana)

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