the n*gg*r thread

[Winnson]

[Winnson]

Yo check this out
A lot of people get mad cause I use the word nigga
You know what I'm saying they don't like the fact that I use the word nigga
They say you a black man I tell em I'm a nigga they don't understand that
So I'm a say what I wanna say I call myself what I wanna call myself
You know what I'm saying
So they can stay off my dick

Damn right I'm a nigga
And I don't care what you are
Cause I'm a Capital N-I double-G-E-R
Black people might get mad
Cause they don't see
That they're looked upon
As a nigga just like me
I'm a nigga, not a Coloured man
Or a Black, or a Negro
Or Afro American, I'm all that
Yes I was born in America true
Does South Central
Look like America to you?
I'm a nigga, a straight up nigga
From a hard school
Whatever you are
I don't care, that is you fool
I'm loud and proud
Well endowed with the big beef
Out on the corner
I hang out like a horse thief
So you can call me dumb or crazy
Ignorant, stupid, inferior or lazy
Silly or foolish
But I'm badder and bigger
And most of all
I'm a straight up nigga

That's right I'm a nigga

My man Lord Finesse is my motherfucking nigga
You know Evil E's my nigga, Islam's my nigga
That's right they're my niggas

I'm a nigga in America
And that much I flaunt
Cause when I see what I like
Yo I take what I want
I'm not the only one
That's why I'm not bitter
Cause everybody is a nigga to a nigga!
America was stole from the Indians
Show and prove, what was that?
A straight up nigga move
A low down shame
Yo it's straight insane
Yet they complain
When a nigga snatch
Their gold chains
What is nigga suppose to do?
Wait around for a handout
From a nigga like you?
That's why a low down nigga gets hyped
But I'm not a nigga of that type
I'm a steak and lobster eatin'
Billionaire meetin'
Cash money makin', movin' shakin'
Corporate jet glidin'
Limousine ridin'
Writin' hits, filthy rich
Straight up nigga!

That's right I'm a nigga

Now I'm a write this song
Though the radio won't play it
But I got freedom of speech
So I'm a say it
She wanna be lez he wanna be gay
Well that's your business, I'm straight
So nigga have it your way
Those who hate me I got somethin' for ya
I'm a nigga with cash; a nigga with a lawyer
Not a watermelon chitlin eatin' nigga down south
But a nigga that'll smack the taste from your mouth
A contemplating thinking best champagne drinkin'
Ten inch givin' extra large livin'
Mercedes benz' drivin' strivin' to survivin
All the way live n' and kickin' hi fivin'
Strokin' rap and happenin' deal doing
Fly in from Cali to chill with the crew in
Rhymin' groovin' fly girlie grabbin'
Horny gun shootin' long hair havin'
Nigga
Straight up nigga
Nigga
Straight up nigga
Nigga

Nigga that's right fool look at me
Just the kinda nigga you'd like to hang from a tree
But all you KKK type grave diggers
Ease back fool cause I'm a trigger nigga
I work real hard for my livin
But I don't celebrate bullshit Thanksgiving
Sit up like some fool and eat turkey
That's the day your forefathers jerked me
Shipped us all over here in locks and chains
Split us up twisted up a nigga's brain
Now you keep me in constant sweat
But I'm a nigga that you'll never forget
A black bad iron clad always mad
Fly nigga takin' off from a helipad
Rolex drivin' buck wilin' cash pilin'
Sportin' link chains and medallions
Intellectual hi-tech cashin' seven digit checks
And still breakin' necks
The ultimate male supreme white woman's dream
Big dick straight up nigga

[Som-Pong]

Those are some proper lyrics. Ice-T was out of fashion where I came up.

[Winnson]

He was one of the good ones. Dropped knowledge for days!



I'm rollin' up in a big gray bus
And I'm shackled down
Myself that's who I trust
The minute I arrived
Some sucker got hit
Shanked ten times
Behind some bullshit
Word in the pen the fool was a snitch
So without hesitatin'
I made a weapon quick
If found a sharp piece of metal
Taped it to a stick
Then a bullhorn sounds
That means it's time for chow
My first prison meal
The whole feeling was foul
It wasn't quite my style
But my stomach growled
So I flushed the shit down
And hit the weight pile
The brothers was swole
The attitudes was cold
Felt the tension on the yard
From the young and the old
But I'm a warrior
I got my ground to hold
So I studied the inmates
To see who hd the power
the Whites? The Blacks?
Or just the gun tower!

In a blink of an eye, a riot broke out
Blacks put their backs to the wall
Cause it was north and south
A gun man shouts
And everybody had doubt
Until the bullets started fly'n
Took two men out
Thn they rushed everybody
Back to their cells
Damn the pen is different than
The county jail
I'm in a one man cell
I know my life's on a scale
I wonder if that gunman is goin' to hell
This is my second day
I got a ten year stay
I learned my first lesson
In the pen you don't plaay
I saw a brother kill another
Cause he said he was gay
But that's the way it is
It been that way for years
and when his body hit the ground
I heard a couple of cheers
It kind of hurt me inside
That they were glad he died
and I ask myself
Just who had the power?
The Whites? The Blacks?
Or just the gun tower!

You see the Whites got a thing
The call White pride
The Blacks got the muscle
Mexicans got the knives
You better be wise
You wanna stay alive
Go toe to toe with a sucka
No matter wht size
A fool tried to sweat me
Act'n like he was hard
I stuck him twice in the neck
And left him dead in the yard
It was smooth how I did it
Cause nobody could see
With my jacket on my arm
And my knife on the side of me
Bam bam, it was over
Another one bites the dust
I went crazy in the pen
With nobody to trust
Bench'n ten quarters, so I'm hard to sweat
Used a tat gun, and engrved my set
They call me a lifer
Cause I'm good as dead
I live in the hole, so the floor's my bed
And I ask myself again
Who has the power
The Whites? The Blacks?
Or just the gun tower

[Winnson]

Mind over Matter



It's been a long while
Since I hit you with freestyle
High tech selections
From the vaults of the Ice files
Kick back relax
And watch as I melt wax
Don't ever let a brother like me
Write a dope track
Cause once I hit it with the vocal tone
It's mine, have motherfuckers
Rushing to rewind
Cause I'll flow slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up
Cause it really ain't
How much you say
It's what you say
I got no fucking time on the mic
To play
I write rhymes
With addition and algebra
Mental geometry
Don't even come at me
Talking that weak and
Popping that bullshit
Get out my face
A fool could get his head split
A lot of doubters
Said it couldn't be done by me
Them same suckers
Are now looking from under me
Wondering what I did
I didn't play myself kid
I respected my fans
And made the high bid
Sometimes I write my rhymes
At night and fall asleep
Wake up with new techniques
Grab the pen
And place it on some loose leaf
Nothing soft, always the tough meat
The white paper and
Blue lines excite my mind
Not allowing me to stop the rhyme
Until the whole motherfucking
Book's complete
Then I write on the
Back of the sheets
I made a promise
To my brothers in street crime
We'd get paid with the use
Of a sweet rhyme
We put our minds together
Made the tracks clever
Now we're checking
More bank than ever

[Hook]
Mind over matter
(So you gotta have mind power, like the fellas say)
Mind over matter
(Mind power)

I can drop rhymes in twos
And threes and fours
And still have much shit
Left for encores
Cause once my mind locks
In on a dope idea
Motherfucking ducks
Should stand clear
Cause I'm a hit the topic point blank
It's jail ya better keep your shank
Cause I got mine
And I'm out on a solo creep
(Uggga!) Your face hits the concrete
You wanna roll
With the niggas that don't play
I think you got false courage
Get out my damn way
Cause the car I'm in
Is rolling full of men
Not kids or boys, E got the Mac 10
Islam's got the Zulu Nation back up
DJ Aladdin to
Hook the fucking track up
Syndicate's making the move
With the ski masks
And I'm housing the long cash
So now you realize
You underestimated the Ice
You thought that I was OK
But now you realize I'm nice
But that's alright
Cause I knew I'd make it in the end
Those who like me now
Might not have liked me then
But I'mma keep impressing
Stressing my lesson
And keep motherfuckers guessing
Armor plate my mind
With walls and shields
As I escape from the killing fields

[Hook]
(I can understand)
Mind over matter
(I know what it means)
(Mind power)
Mind over matter
(Mind over matter)
Mind over matter
(Mind over matter)
Mind over matter
(Mind over matter)

Wise up
Move to the tempo of this hype groove
You know this shit is dope
So what you trying to prove
VU's max as Evil E
My nigga dogs the wax
My brain's a hand grenade--catch
I'mma hit you with an overload
Of bottomless thought
Reversing all the shit you're taught
Then throw words at you
Syl-la-ble-at-a-time
Your brain recites the rhyme
No matter what you do
The power's over you
When you sleep
You'll be saying these rhymes too
Cause the brain has the power
To control all
Think positive
You'll be unable to fall
Brain cells swell
Thought process becomes a trance
Makes you feel possessed to dance
I'll say I want a million
My mind is so deep
I'll be busting a check for it next week

[Masato]

He was one of the good ones. Dropped knowledge for days!

I never listened much to him... but bumped into his band 'BodyCount' the other day and decided to take a look.

Man, talk about violent! lol

I wonder if he was part of that rap-music takeover you discussed in another thread where the whole scene went criminal gangsta as a plot to fill the private prisons, lol

Is it really necessary to be so violent in one's music? Do you really think Ice T has had a life with real Gangsta shit? I don't know

[Winnson]

Ice T, PE and NWA were all gangster, but dropped knowledge too. All rappers had to have street cred no matter what.

After 1989, the knowledge dropping part started leaving the equation. Now rap is just about selling drugs, pimping hoes, and murder for the most part.

[Masato]

^ NWA did NOT have street cred imo, they were a manufactured concept from what I've seen

PE is the real deal, that's why they are still outside the mainstream/Chuck D still an activist

I still don't know about Ice T

[Canuckster]

Ice t is a wannabe from what I've gathered, but who knows.

http://www.biography.com/people/ice-t-1 ... rap-career

[Winnson]

https://youtu.be/CGs0KLpoJdM?list=PLSQU ... XFQG4Y9F3C

Ice T wasn't too far behind Kool Moe Dee and KRS One. He was an originator.

Smoke a bone and listen to that album and tell me he's not legit. It's as good as the original Never Mind The Bollocks as a blow to your mind!