We're choking in the cities And the world's on fire . . . Politics is a way to complain To say I've lost faith Is to say've lost something That I never had . . . The hole that's taking us to the ground Has the revolutionaries Wanna come dancing now . . . As we circle to the grave There's no one we can save If this is the home of the lonely Then it's the home of the brave . . . Said I kicked it back to you Said Tell me what you could do? There was no one there to answer Because the answer didn't have a clue . . . Life was once there but they didn't even care Gentrified a diamond and turned it 'nto a turd . . . Scarified our Soho Now it's not alive! . .
I don't wanna be a geek, freak nor' neek nah, not me But when someone can't even speak I'm like nah not me Preach watch it preach watch it preach watch it preach watch it
Kickin s#@t down on the corner I eat my popcorn wit out no butta All da bi%&!s say dats a healthy treat But all my ni$@as say bi$&h you betta eat dat meat. If there's any record labels reading this, I can come up with enough material for a whole album. I can give Jayz a run for his money.
You eat your pop corn As you watch your porn And who are these bees complimenting your meat? They only exist in fantasy - You's a dead-beat!
The scene I'm used to I don't want to confuse you But am on a from a thing Yeah Got jumbo jets Up in the sky Every airline Still see my **** on TV Walking down the street On my way from A to B Past a camera
Don't like no Rap Jus useless cr@p Makin' stupid beat an' thinkin that shlts sweet Same ol' hatin spew Killin' and biatches ta screw Aint no music to play Everyone plays the same beat
Yo, me is Bull straight outta pit, contributing to this sh*t, don't u know, motherfu**ers, I'm today's billy-the-kid. Yo, me spit on racist s*ckers, spit on Trump supporters too I'm at war, have no mercy, and I'm also hunting you.
Sally, Teco be sittin' in da tree Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-I-N-G Yeah, I am fo' real Teco is rap's equivalence of a 'Happy Meal' Small, unhealthy PG 13. His wallet is empty, mine one's hard to seal Yeah, I'm Beep-ing wealthy! Yo!
You's a surfer I'm da fu-ing ocean I spin da business, put it in motion I'm da one payin' fo' yo' food You be ridin' ma wave, dude You be ridin' ma wave! (Skrt, skrt) Get off of it! (boom, boom) You be ridin' ma wave! (skrt!) Da beaches (woo, woo) are mine Da beaches are mine! (oof, oof) Do us all a favour and just fu-ing resign! Outro: (Ha-ha, don't act like you no understand what I be talkin' bout) Mic drop
More limerick than rap but this was my latest... The renegade Prince and Princess had to flee from the worst gutter-press for Harry's love mate attracts so much hate that they must forsake grandma Bess. To Canada, they choose to go despite all the ice and the snow 'cos they are so polite, don't vote for the Right, and the postie can bring you your blow.
Yo yo yo... What is this? It is a rap About lettuce. It's cooler than iceberg Hipper than romaine If you don't like lettuce wrap You're probably insane.... Word
A rap about about salad? Don't you mean ballad? The real way of droppin' a beat Is by cokin' da meat Cows eat grass Men eat cows Survival of da fit This is how to write a hip hop hit
I also love my microwave Time is money and time it saves It uses funky gamma rays To cook my tv dinner trays What's it your bucket son lemme see That looks like leftover KFC Just slap that in for a minute or three And it will taste like it was made this week
Yo yo yo 1, 2, whad is this I'm gunna tell you my rappin bidness My money is green My rhymes are wack My career is high My numbers are black
Da king man be a sayin' Gonna git you....aint playin' Got da po dogs on his side Takin' legal for a ride best be runnin' I aint funnin' Da king man goin' slayin Dis God he wants you prayin' Celebratin No more Nation Give the King Man yo donation.
