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15 April 2005, 21:52 | #1 |
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Beste hip hop tekst
naja na het zien van het topic ''Beste hip hop'' dacht ik aan de beste tekst van een hip hop nummer.........dus post de beste tekst, doordachte, snelle what ever hip hop tekst. Het maakt niet uit wat voor soort hip hops ofzo
Ik heb zelf een heel goed stukie van N.W.A. - Straight outta compton: Crazy mother F*ucker named Ice Cube....from the game called niggas with atitudes...when I calld off I gotta sal of squize the trigger and bodies of hald of....you 2 boy if you fuck with me the police are gonna have to come and get me off yo ass that's how I'm going out...for the punk morherfuckers that showing out............etc |
16 April 2005, 09:53 | #2 |
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Immortal Technique Revolutionary Volume 2 Yeah, broadcasting live from Harlem, New York Let the truth be known.. [Verse 1] You better watch what the fuck flies outta ya mouth Or I'ma hijack a plane and fly it into your house Burn your apartment with your family tied to the couch And slit your throat, so when you scream, only blood comes out I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC 'Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren't sicker than me I see the world for what it is, beyond the white and the black The way the government downplays historical facts 'Cuz the United States sponsored the rise of the 3rd Reich Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic But I refused the offer, 'cuz God sent me to strike With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke My words'll expose George Bush and Bin Laden As two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon And you can't fathom the truth, so you don't hear me You think illuminati's just a fuckin conspiracy theory? That's why Conservative racists are all runnin' shit And your phone is tapped by the Federal Government So I'm jammin' frequencies in ya brain when you speak to me Technique will rip a rapper to pieces indecently Pack weapons illegally, because I'm never hesitant Sniper scoping a commission controllin the president [Hook] Father, forgive them, for they don't know right from wrong The truth will set you free, written down in this song And the song has the Cause of Death written in code The Word of God brought to life, that'll save ya soul.. Save ya soul motherfucker...save ya soul.. Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] I hacked the Pentagon for self-incriminating evidence Of Republican manufactured white powder pestilence Marines Corps. flat (?) vest, with the guns and ammo Spittin' bars like a demon stuck inside a piano Turn a Sambo into a soldier with just one line Now here's the truth about the system that'll fuck up your mind They gave Al Queda 6 billion dollars in 1989 to 1992 And now the last chapters of Revelations are coming true And I know a lot of people find it hard to swallow this Because subliminal bigotry makes you hate my politics But you act like America wouldn't destroy two buildings In a country that was sponsoring bombs dropped on our children I was watching the Towers, and though I wasn't the closest I saw them crumble to the Earth like they was full of explosives And they thought nobody noticed the news report that they did About the bombs planted on the George Washington bridge Four Non-Arabs arrested during the emergency And then it disappeared from the news permanently They dubbed a tape of Osama, and they said it was proof "Jealous of our freedom," I can't believe you bought that excuse Rockin a motherfucking flag don't make you a hero Word to Ground Zero The Devil crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th The New World Order was born on September 11 [Hook] [Verse 3] And just so Conservatives don't take it to heart I don't think Bush did it, 'cuz he isn't that smart He's just a stupid puppet taking orders on his cell phone From the same people that sabotaged Senator Wellstone The military industry got it poppin' and lockin' Looking for a way to justify the Wolfowitz Doctrine And as a matter of fact, Rumsfeld, now that I think back Without 9/11, you couldn't have a war in Iraq Or a Defense budget of world conquest proportions Kill freedom of speech and revoke the right to abortions Tax cut extortion, a blessing to the wealthy and wicked But you still have to answer to the Armageddon you scripted And Dick Cheney, you fuckin leech, tell them your plans About building your pipelines through Afghanistan And how Israeli troops trained the Taliban in Pakistan You might have some house niggaz fooled, but I understand Colonialism is sponsored by corporations That's why Halliburton gets paid to rebuild nations Tell me the truth, I don't scare into paralysis I know the CIA saw Bin Laden on dialysis In '98 when he was Top Ten for the FBI Government ties is really why the Government lies Read it yourself instead of asking the Government why 'Cuz then the Cause of Death will cause the propaganda to die.. [Man talking] He is scheduled for 60 Minutes next. He is going on French, Italian, Japanese television. People everywhere are starting to listen to him. It's embarassing |
16 April 2005, 10:44 | #3 |
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dat is met grote voorsprong mobb deep - shook ones pt. II
(Intro) Word up son, word yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) for real niggas who ain't got no feelings (keep your eyes open) (no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this) (just watch my back, I got this first, yo) check it out now (word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda) [Prodigy] I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous you heard of us official Queensbridge murderers the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware of my crime family who got nuff shots to share for all of those who wanna profile and pose rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone you all alone in these streets, cousin every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' and keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to they come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face you're in the wrong place cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up with bullet holes and such speak the wrong words man and you will get touched you can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' your simple words just don't move me you're minor, we're major you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player don't make me have to call your name out your crew is featherweight my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold another nigga deceased, another story gets told it ain't nothin' really hey, yo dun spark the Phillie so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas why they still alive I don't know, go figure meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation if I die I couldn't choose a better location when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation getting closer to God in a tight situation now, take these words home and think it through or the next rhyme I write might be about you Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one [Havoc] For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life ain't no time for hesitation that only leads to incarceration you don't know me, there's no relation Queensbridge niggas don't play I don't got time for your petty thinking mind son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome 13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid you talk a good one but you don't want it sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts front if you want kid, lay on your back I don't fake that kid you know I bring it to you live stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin' get that loot kid, you know my function cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' cause I'm creepin' Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (he's just a shook one) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (we live the live that of diamonds) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks.. livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one Yeah, yeah, yeah To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas To real brothers who ain't got no dealings G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money 41st side (he's just a shook one) keepin' it real (you know) Queens get the money...
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19 April 2005, 22:56 | #4 |
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teveel om op te noemen man, voor iedere stemming zijn er wel dertigtriljoen die zijn
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20 April 2005, 06:25 | #5 |
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A Tribe Called Quest - Buggin Out
[Phife Dawg] Yo, microphone check one two what is this The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business I float like gravity, never had a cavity Got more rhymes than the Winans got family No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em? I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper Refuse to com-pete with BS competition Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission I never walk the streets, think it's all about me Even though deep in my heart, it really could be I just try my best to like go all out Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out [Q-Tip] Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh! Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation Minds get flooded, ejaculation right on the two inch tape The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my point across, so bust, the floss As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm as I crack the, monotone Children of the jazz so, get your own Smokin R&B cause they try to do me or the best of the pack but they can't do rap For it's Abstract, orig-inal You can't get your own and that's, pitiful I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug on R&B, but I can't and that's bugged Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8X) [Phife Dawg] Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction People be houndin, always surroundin Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin You don't really fret, you stay in your sense ?Comafied? your feeling, of absolute tense You soar off to another world, deep in your mind But people seem to take that, as being unkind "Oh yo he's acting stank," really on a regal? A man of the fame not a man of the people Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much Riding on the train with no dough, sucks Once again a case of your feet in my Nike's If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying -- mic please Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug if you do the result, will end up kind of bugged [Q-Tip] Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns Pushin on the real ?hardest? so we can have the big fun When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest It was one MC after one MC What the world could they be wanting see from little old me Do I have the formula to save the world? Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you're feeble I go out with the strongest and I seperate the evils it's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out Woow shit en hij flowt als de motherfuck Niet de beste hiphop nr th0
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20 April 2005, 18:16 | #7 |
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Ice-T - Cop Killer natuurlijk
I got my black shirt on I got my black gloves on I got my ski mask on This shit's been too long I got my twelve gauge sawed off I got my headlights turned off I'm bout to bust some shots off I'm bout to dust some cops off! COP KILLER, it's better you than me COP KILLER, fuck police brutality COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving (FUCK EM) COP KILLER, but tonight we get even I got my brain on hype Tonight'll be your night I got this long-assed knife And your neck looks just right My adrenaline's pumpin Got my stereo bumpin I'm bout to kill me somethin A pig stopped me for nuthin! COP KILLER, it's better you than me COP KILLER, fuck police brutality COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving (FUCK EM) COP KILLER, but tonight we get even COP KILLER, better you than me. COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your momma's grieving, (FUCK HER!) COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, yeah! DIE, DIE, DIE PIG, DIE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! Yeah! COP KILLER, better you than me. I'm a COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving, (FUCK 'EM!) COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, ha ha ha ha, yeah! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! Break it down. FUCK THE POLICE, yeah! FUCK THE POLICE, for Darryl Gates. FUCK THE POLICE, for Rodney King. FUCK THE POLICE, for my dead homies. FUCK THE POLICE, for your freedom. FUCK THE POLICE, don't be a pussy. FUCK THE POLICE, have some muthafuckin' courage. FUCK THE POLICE, sing along. COP KILLER! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! Whaddyou wanna be when you grow up? COP KILLER! Good choice. COP KILLER! I'm a muthafuckin' COP KILLER! COP KILLER, better you than me. COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your momma's grieving, (FUCK HER!) COP KILLER, but tonight we get even! |
30 June 2005, 15:51 | #8 |
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ik hoorde laatst nog een nummer van The Game ergens, wat ik een zeer mooie tekst vond
zal kijken of ik hem kan vinden |