When I first got into the rap game, I had an early dream of unifying rappers.
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Candy and Music are the same
As a friend of mine said once music is like candy you have to throw away all the rappers. That friend of mine is right.
Music can make you smile, laugh and sad all at the same time but all the rappers take our music and add there cussing and dirty way then it can no longer be called music cuzz rappers take away the meaning and the emotion so now it is no more then some one yelling out cuss words and ditty things now I ask you please open your candy and throw away the rappers so all that is left is the sweet emotion
poem by Emoly Core
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I think that Mos Def is the best actor, but when you talk about rappers in films, I don't really think the quality of the acting is most important because most rappers are put in movies because of the personality and people want to see that.
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Outro (feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Missy Elliott]
Check it
See I dont want to say that this is the end
Ill end by saying this is where well begin
Hip hop is a freedom of expression, not a freedom of depression
Can I make my one suggestion?
Look at how were labeled gangsta rappers
Is that their only impression? WAKE UP!!!!!
Rappers are craft art in a rappers sport
Someone like a game of basketball cant be taught
But yet we accept the name thug
Like thats fly
See how they covered our eyes?
Give us names to separate us
Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us! SAY WHAT!?!?!
Im done talking
Mary J. Blige, let em know this is not a test
I hear you calling
[Mary J. Blige]
What you hear is not a test (Oooh!)
Im rocking to the beat (Im rocking to the beat)
See me and my crew and my friends
Were gonna try to move your feet (Move around, move around)
See I am Mary Blige and Id like to say, Hello (Thank you for inviting me)
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow.
But first you gotta
But first you gotta
song performed by by Missy Elliott
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People said that way back in the early days I was probably one of the first rappers; the reason is that I couldn't sing, so I had to talk! Lou Reed was probably the one who started it all.
Pantheon Of Tears
Chaos, time of need political prophecy,
Pions adultery, New gods come to life
Suffering for you and I, contradictious, Heresy!
Competing faiths collide, politicians supervise
Love, hate intertwined
Condemnation, intolerance is their unifying point
Condemnation, intolerance is their unifying point
Shedding their tears at the hostile crowds!
Choose to avoid, choose to ignore...
Gods must weep!
New philosophies arise, exhibiting intolerance,
With religious intensity.
Once ideals are outlined, belief systems are defined
Faith organized!!! Pions hate in the name of god
Noble hate in the name of good
Pions noble hate: opium of the masses!
Condemnation, intolerance is they unifying point
Condemnation, intolerance is they unifying point
Shedding their tears at the hostile crowds!
Choose to avoid, choose to ignore...
Gods must weep!
song performed by by Quo Vadis
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You Can't Touch Me
[Royce The 5'9'']
T-M-Royce 5
Pause
Listen to why girls drop they drawls
Alot of em they wanna get involved
Well why you still holdin up the wall
Allow me to introduce myself
My name is Royce Five Nine
Sick Sick Emcee
Here to filter the game
To let clips empty
Trackmaster sound now who's to blame
'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
O.k
song performed by by Royce Da 5-9
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Rappers of the house of hunger
Rappers of the house of hunger
Why do you rap me out of sleep
So early in the eerie morning?
The loveless day is filled
With dread and anger
The morning asks many questions
The night destroys and give
Only a morsel of the untruth
Who will the neighborhood
Serial killer kill today?
You see
This is what happens when
You apply to live in the city
You remember the chuff girl I
Brought here last time?
Her gray skeleton is
Used as the drinking
Calabash by the drunkard who occupies
The tall grass where you sleep
Death is your constant companion!
You think like those
Banyamulenge
You think bullets cannot penetrate
The fetish of your Bambara man
Mandingo bodies
You will die young
Rappers of the house of hunger
Can't you come up with
A proper African name
For your group of sharecroppers
Rappers of the house of hunger?
Zipping and unzipping like
That don't mean you're original
And the kill the president
Song you plagiarize
Is my own song my brothers and
You don't pay royalties in blood
Rapers of the house of hunger
Don't you know composers who go
Into restaurants with bombs
Strapped to their waists like me
Who creates rap poems
For the pleasure of the libido
And holds
The court of the magistrate of
The house of ill repute in contempt
Have no reputation and they
Don't qualify for anything
I have never won any price in
The form of The Bible in my life
Rappers of the house of hunger
Don't you know homeys
Me and the flying terrapin
Were born like Malcolm X to suffer?
And the government has shown old
Blues man me the scant respect of
The shoving out of the door
And they refuse to love me and
Give me pension in
My junior year of old age
You live off the disputed
Limping proceeds of the illegitimate
Polygamist practice of the poor
Fatherless origins of my music
You take my limpet mines stolen
Legacy poems and you recycle them
Back to me as your own
Rappers of the house of hunger
You will not live to see
The day of the urine's death you
Rappers of the house of hunger
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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This Game
this game of doubting
sleep
whether you are the butterfly
inside your dream
or the dream inside a
butterfly
whether it is you
dreaming about a butterfly
or the butterfly dreaming
about you
this game of the mind
flowering
wonders
fluttering sighs
we like it
we do not want this game stopped
because for the meantime
they make
this stay
memorable, dream and reality tugging
like a game
on the beach one summer
you and i, this dream and this reality
time and sleep
bosom and blossom
measure for measure
drag and lag
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dreamdreamdream
Dream of tolerance
Dream for peace
Dream for happiness
What if everyone could see and believe
That we can fill this world with wonderfulness
What if everyone could dreamdreamdream
Dream for fame
Dream of power
Dream to play the game
What if everyone could see and believe
That everyone should be surrounded by friends
Everyone can find people who care in the end
What if everyone could dreamdreamdream
Dream for love
Dream of hope
Dream of me
What if you could see and believe
How much I love who you can be
What if you could dreamdreamdream...
poem by Dyhanara Rios
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Outro
[Missy Elliott]
Check it
See I don't want to say that this is the end
I'll end by saying this is where we'll begin
Hip hop is a freedom of expression, not a freedom of depression
Can I make my one suggestion?
Look at how we're labeled gangsta rappers
Is that their only impression? WAKE UP!!!!!
Rappers are craft art in a rapper's sport
Someone like a game of basketball can't be taught
But yet we accept the name thug
Like that's fly
See how they covered our eyes?
Give us names to separate us
Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us! SAY WHAT!?!?!
I'm done talking
Mary J. Blige, let em know this is not a test
I hear you calling
[Mary J. Blige]
What you hear is not a test (Oooh!)
I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking to the beat)
See me and my crew and my friends
We're gonna try to move your feet (Move around, move around)
See I am Mary Blige and I'd like to say, Hello (Thank you for inviting me)
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow.
But first you gotta
But first you gotta
song performed by by Missy Elliott
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Early In The Morning
Early in the morning and I cant get right
Had a little date with my baby last night
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Now its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to all the places where we used to go
Went to your house but you dont live there no more
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to your friends house but she was out
Knock on your fathers door and he began to shout get out there boy
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to doogie chain to get something to eat
Waiter looked at me and said you sure look beat
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Conjuring
I am too early;
you have not met me yet.
I am isolated from my future
where you live.
I am too early;
you have not yet
learned to love me.
You don't know my smile;
I am not yet
even born
in your eyes;
but I still want you to love me
Is that silly?
Perhaps.
But, maybe it can be;
after all this is my dream.
I lie in bed
dreaming you now
bringing you here
into my bed
you don't have to exist
to be here
I can hear
you sigh.
You don't have to exist
except here
now
in my bed
that is enough..
I am not too early;
all I have to do
is turn out the lights
and get my position
right;
and I can conjure you up.
.
Too early?
No,
too late.
Don't want you
to have to
wait.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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So Many Blood-Lakes
We have now won two world-wars, neither of which concerned us, we were
slipped in. We have levelled the powers
Of Europe, that were the powers of the world, into rubble and
dependence. We have won two wars and a third is comming.
This one--will not be so easy. We were at ease while the powers of the
world were split into factions: we've changed that.
We have enjoyed fine dreams; we have dreamed of unifying the world; we
are unifying it--against us.
Two wars, and they breed a third. Now gaurd the beaches, watch the
north, trust not the dawns. Probe every cloud.
Build power. Fortress America may yet for a long time stand, between the
east and the west, like Byzantium.
--As for me: laugh at me. I agree with you. It is a foolish business to
see the future and screech at it.
One should watch and not speak. And patriotism has run the world through
so many blood-lakes: and we always fall in.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Name Of The Game
No one believes me
Someone conceived me
A fluke in the night of obscurity
Played by millions simulcast by a few
A city no lights such a great view
Its all very strange its the name of the game
(chorus 1)
Its all the same its never gonna change
Its the name of the game
Over and over and over again
Time after time after time
Over and over and over again
Love is the name of the game
Come around and see me analyze or analogy
Ill give you a clue what you really need
If things get bad then things can get worse
Remember surrender remember the verse
Its all very strange its the name of the game
Its all the same its never gonna change
Its the name of the game
Over and over and over again
Time after time after time
Over and over and over again
Love is the name of the game
I say hold on tight
Say hey youre doin it right
As I wish for a full dream flight
Night after night Im a knight
Over and over and over and over
And over and over again
Time after time after time
Over and over and over and over
Love is the name of the game
And then it came to me
Its just a game to me
Love is the name of the game
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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A deliberate choice on my part was for the player to continue to find new possibilities in the early Attic rooms far into the game. I think this builds atmosphere, though it means there's no neat division of the prologue from the middle game.
quote by Graham Nelson
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Romeo & Juliet's Queen Mab (my version)
Queen Mab is a diva fairy, & she comes when you're sleep
She's no bigger than a button on a new bape blazer
Forever she rolls 25 deep with a SWAT team behind her
Her ride is a Lamborghini with convertible doors
Sitting on rims that spin
she has gold ronts that spell her name & when she wears a fitted cap
she tilts the brim
Her car is as big as a diamond on the fingers of the rich & famous
She rides every night with a Jay-Z cd blasting
Over the foreheads of politicians
that dream of war & destruction
never peace
Over the heads of rappers that dream of carrying guns like.44's and Desert E's
Over the hands of doctors that dream of dramtic surgeries
as our lives are in their hands
our dreams are in hers
* This was an english homework assignment since we are reading Romeo & Juliet
poem by Ariel Miles
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Gary Speed
Glory came early as did fame.
to Gary Speed there on the pitch.
Cheers he heard from adoring crowds
among the elite he found his niche.
With time’s passage he lost a step
even if he felt the same
but as he ran he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game.
He coached to stay around the game.
After the cheers for him had faded
A friendly face, a familiar name
but as he coached he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game.
For many, Gary was an icon,
a living legend of the game.
They failed to see the mortal man
with silence weighting on his frame
As he tied the rope he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
dream - dream - dream - dream
until to the end draws nigh
to wake up and breath high
Ency Bearis
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poem by Ency Bearis
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A Dream, a Dream
A dream, A dream,
another dream.
A dream of you,
A dream of love,
A dream of you and me,
we had such chemistry,
If only you could see.
A dream we danced in the moonlight,
A dream we made love til the mornings bright light,
A dream, A dream,
Where my true feeling burst,
A dream, A dream
Makes me feel more hurt.
A dream, A dream,
of true love,
over and over,
over and over,
A dream, A dream
where we are together,
A dream, A dream,
why can't it be real,
A dream, A dream,
where really connect,
A dream, A dream
that I can't reject,
A dream, A dream,
and another dream,
Why can't it be real?
Why can't you love me?
poem by Matthew Petranovich
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Fisticuffs
They found james ambrose dead in his cell,
A gaping gash in his arm had drained him down to hell.
No one knew for sure if ambrose was his name.
They called him yankee sullivan in early days of fame.
Hed known the game of fisticuffs had always treated him right .
But no one knew the men who came and took his life that night
Hed spent some time in botany bay atoning for his sins.
He fought a bout with hammer lane and took a tainted win.
He was the hero of the bowery, a prince of lawless times.
Then was battered by the butcherman in 1849.
He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of might.
But no one knew the men who came and took his life one night.
He knew the game of fisticuffs.
Lilly and mccoy were shy of a hundred and forty pounds.
In 1842 they went a hundred and eighteen rounds.
They begged mccoy to cash it in, he said that he would not.
Got up and fought one more round then died right on the spot.
He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of fight.
But no one knew the game would come and take his life that night.
song performed by by Primus
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