I made a new lane for myself and said, ‘Fuck it.’
Why Rage Against the Machine when you can just unplug it?
Phonte, “Everything is Falling Down,” Charity Starts at Home, 2011
Posts Tagged With: 2011
I’m puttin’ pressure on you kids like I’m a soccer mom.
Vinnie Paz, “Design in Malice,” from Jedi Mind Tricks’ Violence Begets Violence, 2011
$5 gas and poverty rates are rising much higher than your hourly rate.
So if you thinkin about quittin, you should probably wait,
Cause everybody has to do a fuckin job that they hate.
Phonte, “The Good Fight,” Charity Starts at Home, 2011
When I met you it was magic…
We polar opposites, but attracted like we was magnets.
Talib Kweli, “Beautifully Bad,” from Idle Warship’s Habits of the Heart, 2011
I learned more from Black Star and Black Thought
Than I ever did from any class of any sort.
Toine, “The Struggle Is Real,” from DTMD’s Makin’ Dollas, 2011
Nothin’ taken for granted, just learn from my mistakes.
My will too strong, my spirit’s somethin’ they can’t take.
Slim The Mobster, “South Central Blues,” War Music, 2011
Am I really just a narcissist,
Cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque?
Rick Ross, “I Love My Bitches,” God Forgives, I Don’t, 2011
If you turn on TV, all you see’s a bunch of ‘what the fucks.’
‘Dude is dating so and so,’ blabberin about ‘such and such.’
And that ain’t Jersey Shore, homie that’s the news.
And these the same people supposedly tellin us the truth.
Limbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist
Gaza Strip was gettin bombed, Obama didn’t say shit.
That’s why I ain’t vote for him, next one either,
I’m a part of the problem, my problem is I’m peaceful
And I believe in the people.
Lupe Fiasco, “Words I Never Said,” Lasers, 2011
Niggas’ rap albums sound like love letters,
Pen in my hand, like: damn, fam, I could do much better.
Sean Price, “Chewbacca,” from Random Axe, 2011
True originator, innovator and creator,
Thinkin’ independent but I’m sayin’ something major.
One Be Lo, “Sheep’s Clothing,” LABOR, 2011
Rappers on their sophomores…actin’ like they boss lords.
Fame’s such a funny thing for sure when niggas start believing all those encores.
Pusha T, “Don’t Fuck Wit Me,” Dreams Money Can Buy Freestyle, 2011
Rockin’ gay apparel, them jeans will make you sterile,
I’m steady stockin ammo, cocking the double barrel.
Apathy, “Stop What Ya Doin,” Honkey Kong, 2011
It’s hard bein’ real in a world that’s a fallacy.
Meyhem Lauren, “Just Can’t Win,” Self-Induced Illness, 2011
The colder the weather, the bigger the gun
Got to rock a lot of clothes if you tryina hide one
In June it’s .22’s, February it’s fifths
But all year round, it’s 616.
Willie the Kid, “The Colder the Weather,” 2011
See me looking like Atlas, when he handle the globe.
I see you looking like Alice, Wonderland is your home.
It makes me wonder if you practice your flow…
One Be Lo, “Dragon Slayer,” LABOR, 2011. Buy the album at One Be Lo’s Bandcamp site. (via emaciatedwildebeest)
You niggaz ain’t killaz…you caterpillars.
N.O.R.E., “Electrolytes (Remix),” 2011
Every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he just like Gucci, born in the trap.
Game, “Born In The Trap,” The R.E.D. Album, 2011
Real dudes move in silence…like a mute drivin a new hybrid.
Royce Da 5’9", “Writer’s Block,” Success is Certain, 2011
Call me Charlie Bucket, attitude is fuck it,
No golden ticket so I’m ballin on a budget.
Apathy, “Check to Check,” Honkey Kong, 2011
Let’s test the waters…
Love makes a splash, and you too thick to skinny-dip.
Pusha T, “Lovely,” from John West’s John West, 2011
The sky is falling, the wind is calling,
Stand for something, or die in the morning.
Kendrick Lamar, “HiiPower,” Section.80, 2011
Large Professor, none greater none fresher,
Won’t fold under pressure…grew up down the road from Fran Drescher.
Large Professor, “Key to the City,” Professor at Large, 2011
As the wind made love to the seas,
The sand danced to the rhythm of the breeze.
Blu, “My Sunshine,” NoYork!, 2011
Mr. Beck, Mr. O’Reilly, Mr. Limbaugh, Mr. Hannity,
How could you sell white America your insanity?
You tell them that they’re different and manipulate their vanity
When truthfully, financially, their life is a calamity.
Otherwise they wouldn’t be listening to the remedy,
So they is not as broke as the people that they don’t want be.
Convincin’ em that rich Republicans is what they gonna be,
So they act like Ronald Reagan, and like him they awful actors
Who look up to the rich, like dumb kids look up to rappers,
And that’s about as dumb as a donkey pullin a tractor.
Yes, that’s a Democrat diss, I’m a detractor,
So whether you vote right or vote left, it’s not a factor
When you ain’t got no care for your health…ay this America
They gon’ put your ass in debt…sumtin terrible
So you can disrespect presidents, and call them Socialists
But Palin and Pelosi both gon’ have you broke as shit.
Killer Mike, “That’s Life II,” Pl3dge, 2011
Roll big blunts, a whole ounce of reefer
Rocked that ‘Black and Yellow’ before Wiz Khalifa
It’s a killer bee color scheme
Ghostface Killah, “Legendary Weapons,” from Wu-Tang’s Legendary Weapons, 2011
The pressure is harsh and maybe I was destined to break,
Stay official when your brother’s a fake.
Has-Lo, “Build Jewelz,” In Case I Don’t Make It, 2011
You ain’t as hard as you act.
When I GPS ‘pussy,’ I end up at your welcome mat…
Vakill, “Appetite to Kill,” Armor of God, 2011
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive.
Kanye West, “Otis,” Watch the Throne, 2011
You owe dough? You ain’t give up that cheese? Hey…
Sooner or later, you’ll Pay, Pal (no eBay).
Joell Ortiz, “Seven Deuce,” from The Life and Times of Sebastian Rios, 2011
Last time I failed is when I fell in love with distractions.
Lil B, “Exhibit 6,” Angels Exodus, 2011
This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars.
We hit the lottery, boy, it’s in ya wallets!
RZA, “Robbery,” featuring Rev. William Burke, 2011
You were perfect before you went on a diet,
You was way thicker, you think I don’t remember?
Shit…the magazines got to ya head…
Andre 3000, “Dedication to My Ex,” from Lloyd’s King of Hearts, 2011
Pain took the softness away and left the hard half.
Co$$, “Pot Ash,” Before I Awoke, 2011
You gotta get back to your essence,
Use your gifts and share your presence,
Don’t count your dollars ‘til you count your blessings.
Talib Kweli, “Self Savior,” Gutter Rainbows, 2011
I never see the whips niggas be claimin’ they drivin,
I guess ‘entertainment’ means blatantly lyin’.
Nas, “Nasty,” Life is Good, 2011
My hustle’s the play,
That means the hood is a stage.
Been rehearsing for days…
STS, “The Play,” from Glorification of Gangster soundtrack, 2011
Now that Bin Laden dead, can we get our civil liberties back?
That George Bush stole with the Patriot Act?
Ras Kass, “Hello Iraq (Bin Laden Post Mortem)”, Endangered Lyricist, Vol 3, 2011
I’m like Demerol…
No disrespect to the Jacksons, but I kill mics.
Cyhi Da Prynce, “Top of the World,” Royal Flush mixtape, 2011
Pass me the scalpel, I’ll make an incision,
I’ll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching…
MCA, “Make Some Noise,” from Beastie Boys’ Hot Sauce Committee Part Two, 2011
I got a voodoo doll every time I pen a verse:
Not only do they say they feel it, but they say it hurts.
Pusha T, “My God,” Fear of God 2: Let Us Pray EP, 2011
If you are not performing fellatio for radio rotation,
What’s the ratio for radio play at your station?
If you’re not paying to play, the record is dead.
Puts a whole new spin on ‘Radio-head’
Pharaohe Monch, “Hitman,” W.A.R. (We Are Renegades), 2011
I’d rather be dead than watch wack shit.
Color me gone, fill in the dirt, tell ‘em i kicked
10 buckets…
Jean Grae, “R.I.P.,” Cake or Death, 2011
We was sneakin’ in and it was general admission,
Now we ownin’ the arena and decidin’ who allowed in it.
Curren$y, “Rooftops,” from Wiz Khalifa’s Rolling Papers, 2011
So let me explain the game,
Break it down a couple of levels like Tetris:
These young uns kill they own blood for a necklace,
Leave ya slumped over the wheel of ya Lexus,
Smoke kush, wake up and eat breakfast…
…what the fuck you expect?
Pharoahe Monch, “Black Hand Side,” W.A.R. (We Are Renegades), 2011
My rhymes make niggas rebuild like water damage…
Meyhem Lauren, “Typhoon Rap,” Self-Induced Illness, 2011
You can hear the seven sins
Blowin’ through the ghetto wind…
Rakim, “In the Ghetto (Wake Up!)” from J. Period’s Wake Up Radio, 2011
They tell me ‘find God’ like I don’t know where He at.
And if He lost, then why we followin’ Him?
Just acknowledge the fact that a Father exists,
And a Devil’s alive…I’m just caught in the mix.
Fashawn, “Nothin’ for the Radio,” from Higher Learning Vol. 2, 2011