Black music: >I bomb atomically/Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries/lyrically perform armed robbery/ Flee with the lottery/possibly they spotted me/battle-scarred shogun/explosion when my pen hits/tremendous/ultra-violet shine blind forensics/ I inspect view through the future see millennium/ Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum/Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics/Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
White music: My suicidal dream Voices tellin me what to do My suicidal dream One day you will get yours too
Raindrop (drip), drop top (drop top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (thot) Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin', nigga (hey) I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the gang and they come and get ya (gang) Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow) My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage) We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope) My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey) We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)
Eli Thompson
>white rap Now the dizziness is similar to whimsy with a pretty twist If pretty is a bidding war for meteors of iffy sniff And cigarettes, and pills on a speaker Silhouetted by the muted television and the rickety Venetians Between tweaks, he sweeps at home depot and reads Mostly biblical, but not cause he believed But found the lexicon of Jesus-heavy literature fly Feverishly sponged up the information high Fade into the cradle of his same deck train wreck She pet him with a mechanical tape deck play back Plus, the depressing sum of the two combined pay checks Stung less when little Debbie D-cup put her legs back Drunk, put her on the business-end of his favorite couplet from Corinthians Sunk into the comforts of a kid again Enough to share the stuff that truly interest him This is where the vision of a shiny, happy Christmas end Tipsy little princess wasn't listening, just yes-ing him The more she fed him "yes", the more he fed her fresh barbiturates Assuming it was them against the world into oblivion But he was just a stupid simian that her live with him
>black "rap" Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga I like that second one Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga
Gabriel Flores
why does he reference white philosopher? Why not mention black one?
Thomas Fisher
you had to post it on /lit/
>socrates >white
Benjamin Flores
Both are terrible >Black music: Uh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah fuck a hoe bitch nigga shit
>White music: I wanna fucking kill myself i'm being serious here mom
Lucas Richardson
>black "music" How come you want tell me whats hannenin? Hannenin Whats hannenin Whats hannenin Whats hannenin Whats hannenin Whats hannenin [insert 10 more hannenins here] Whats hannenin Whats hannenin Whats hannenin Whats hannenin Whats hannenin
They call me Jay Electronica – fuck that Call me Jay ElecHanukkah, Jay ElecYarmulke Jay ElecRamadaan, Muhammad A'salaamaleikum RasoulAllah Subhanahu wa ta'ala through your monitor My Uzi still weighs a ton; check the barometer I'm hotter than the muthafuckin' sun; check the thermometer I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man My mama told me, 'never throw the stone and hide your hand' I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans That's why the people got my back like the Verizon man I play the back and fade to black, and then devise a plan Out in London, smokin', vibin' while I ride the tram Giving out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs And, by the time they get they seats hot, and deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops I'm chillin' out at Tweetstock Building by the millions, my light is brilliant
>What did he mean by this?
Juan Ross
>black ((((((((music))))))))) [Verse 1] Hater, you, don't even smoke crack, bitch, you's a mark fool Motherfuck that ho shit, that's a G, that's him I'm about to blaze up, 'specially when it's after dinner I changed the game don't get it misunderstood Hitting it out the glass and that smoke all good Can't water it with green, get work, got that stick Laws know I keep it, they on my dick, these niggas sick But when I do smoke some weed I'm straight out that rose, you best believe But green ain't better than that hard, hard is so much fun Seven for forty-five, wholesale gets it done And I don't care if you judge me I'm smoking cooked, and living so lovely So stop looking like you're dumb You know you wanna try, but fail to get some
Brody Sanders
He probably couldn't name one axiom by Socrates.
Angel Hernandez
viper is the realest
Cooper Scott
This guy gets it
Michael Allen
lots of fancy words but they still can't write lyrics about something meaningful. its all bragging about money and violence
>just stringing together random words that don't make any sense
ah yes very talented
Lucas Reed
It's weird seeing Aesop Rock lyrics written out.
Kayden Clark
Didn't even like them in the 90s
Ayden Edwards
(Hol' up bitch) sit down, (Hol' up lil bitch, hol' up, lil bitch) be humble (Hol' up bitch) sit down (sit down hol' up lil bitch) Be humble (bitch) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch sit down Lil bitch (hol' up lil bitch) be humble (Hol' up bitch) sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up lil bitch) sit down (Hol' up lil bitch) be humble (Hol' up bitch) sit down (hol' up sit down lil bitch) (Sit down lil bitch) be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up lil bitch) bitch, sit down (Hol' up lil bitch) be humble (Hol' up bitch) sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Cameron Smith
Wh*te """music""": She's posting all the time, but the boards are down It's a burnt-out building He's spending all his time on his back Staring at the ceiling They spend themselves that way I'm with that, I'm with them You aren't. You are alive, dammit
Gnawing on the prey I think about you some Where to put you? All the backed up data for a raining time Insulate a fragile mind Capsulize a broken find
Don't do this man There's another one off behind Breaking down the door without warning
She just ignores the time the boards came down It's a numbed out feeling He just accepts that pain with a hate mantra A spiritual killing They just relax that way I'm with that, I'm with them You aren't. You are alive, dammit
Nubian KANGZ music: [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Okay, lil mama had a swag like mine She even wear her hair down her back like mine I make her feel right when it's wrong like lyin' Man, she ain't never had a love like mine But man, I ain't never seen an ass like hers That pussy in my mouth had me lost for words So I told her back it up like, "burp, burp" And made that ass jump like, "jerp, jerp" And that's when she
[Intro] Oh my god Based God! You could fuck my bitch, Based God! You swag to the maximum Swag 100 thousand, 100 trillion! Oh god damn Based God!
[Hook] Hopped up in my car (swag!) then I drop my roof Wet like wonton soup. That's just how I do (swag!) Then I park my car, then I fuck your bitch Eat that wonton soup, wet like wonton soup
[Verse 1] Eat the cake like Anna Mae Young Based God and I been doin my thing Take my shirt off and the girls go insane Four diamond rings, two big-ass chains Eat that wonton soup I got the cash like chang chang chang Bitches suck my dick because I cum like 36 ways AK-47 leave that bitch with no fucking name Call my main bitch and she stay giving me brain Put that bitch to shame, violate that brain Young Based God dope my bitch like I'm cocaine Bitches snort my ring, that crackpipe like my chain Found a dope man, I ride that bitch like Ace of Spades Ho don't play that game! I'm rapping not for the fame I almost went to jail for like 500 days! Bitch don't give no fuck, that's why I fuck her in the face Fuck you suckers' heads then I ask her what's her name Based God, man
Jose Rodriguez
What's meaningful to you? A gay song about rejected romance?
Jaxon Nguyen
>I bomb atomically AYY/Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses AYY can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries AYY/lyrically perform armed robbery AYY/ Flee with the lottery AYY/possibly they spotted me AYY/battle-scarred shogun AYY/explosion when my pen hits AYY/tremendous AYY/ultra-violet shine blind forensics AYY/ I inspect view through the future see millennium AYY/ Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum AYY/Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics AYY/Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths AYY NIGGUH!!!!!!!!!
Fixed those lyrics for you
William Cox
The world is closing in Did you ever think That we could be so close, like brothers The future's in the air I can feel it everywhere Blowing with the wind of change
James Roberts
>black philosophors
Joseph Ward
Black rap: Stupid you know the god must bless every mic he touches I've suffered just so I can return harder wanna be the shit start fuck around make you a martyr I make you famous turn around and make you nameless cause you never understood how vital to me this rap game is
white rap: I fight till I'm jammin bones with my knuckles breakin fuck your mother I'll punch your motherfucking face in I' punch your face in to make a motherfucking statement that I love the under ground I grew up in my mothers basement
