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An Unfinished Story

A young man walks closely to the rails that brought up memories of his past. Memories, yes, memories is what it's always been about. Each touch of cold steel flickering off his fingertips only brings electric torture sliding across each unique print counting each disastrous moment. The idea of suicide has always crossed his mind ever since the day his heart was completely shattered, no wait, not shattered; neglected. Only minutes later he realizes what love has always been for him, a pang of defeat ringing like bells in a church tower. Looking back he sees each and every women's face flashing before his very eyes, a slideshow of past dreams. Upon noticing a shooting star colliding across the blackened sky, he ponders and wishes solely to feel complete. Holding hands has always been his favorite way to show his affection, even though it induces images of childish nursery rhymes he doesn't let that phase him. Each step has always been a moment that he wanted keep locked within his mind and heart, tattooed. He would visually snap photos with his eyes of every, in his eyes, event along the way. He slowly breathes in the cold air blowing ever so slightly across his cheek. After slowly letting out a sigh, he decides to continue his thoughts. He always had a fear of heights, but this time he knew for sure without a doubt that this where he was suppose to be. He contemplates the ladder in which it took him a few hints of positive self-talk to allow him to finally get enough courage to climb. As he pulled out his phone from his pocket he glanced and 10:00pm glared him in his already tired face. It surely didn't matter what time it was, the only thing that mattered to him at that point was his back leaning against the old water tower located near the house that he lived nearly the entirety of his life. He didn't know what would come next, the thoughts just kept going for what seemed like a year or two now. He remembered the day his brain seemed to turn on him, a birthday celebration in Las Vegas. He honestly contemplated the event that took place those two days as acts of both pure love and acts of exaggerated wishful thinking. His heart literally thumped and he felt a pain just thinking about it. As he continued to think he decided that to completely rehash as much of what he could remember in the spiral notebook he brought with him. 1. On the drive into Vegas, as I was driving I remember telling two of my brothers, one related, one not, that I was 100% sure that I was going to marry the girl who had become the center of my universe. 2. I couldn't sit still and I couldn't concentrate on the activities I know was planned just for me. I felt terrible, that I had all my closest people near me and I couldn't enjoy their company. 3. So, I left with my best friend who would always give me the advice I needed at exactly right time. He could tell something was just not right. I wanted to chill longer, but I knew I had to be alone for a bit. 4. My other best friend was on her way down from San Francisco, in which I felt very grateful for. I overreacted and I decided that I could not go and pick her up. 5. So, I exited the car and ran. A wind seemed to pick me up knowing that I was doing everything I could to find what I have always wanted, true serendipitous, random, coincidental encounter while using nothing, but my heart, my brain, and my soul as a road map. 6. I probably ran more than 10+ miles, praying, hoping and most of all believing that she would be there, anywhere. I visited many different casinos and landmarks along the way in search of somewhere in which I would drop down on my knee in any instance at the mere sight of her. After searching and searching for so many hours I decided to pick three places, in which I would wait for her. 7. a. Alice in Wonderland b. Gandala Canals c. The Eiffel Tower 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. He couldn't believe that it was already midnight, he had sat up there cold and alone for at least a couple hours. He decided to make one last revolution around the water tower before he leaves and as he make his way back around he sees, ______ ___ Dedicated to my soulmate. The end.

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#10 - The Blue Scholars | Seijun Suzuki

Album: Cinematropolis 

Message: Gotta hella fam in the bay.

Lyrics:  

Yeah.... turn this up just a little bit... Everybody wanna try it but nobody wanna do it And ain’t nobody winnin' everybody scared of losin' Until somebody prove it, the mood is kind of foolish To say that you can do it, just being good at music  The tool's just a tool, gotta learn how you use it And if you ain't buildin' let somebody else do it  Cuz creatives wanna move it, consumers wanna buy it The day that we decided to make it like Jake and Vita  We choosin' to multiply it, them other tryin' to divide it My mother smelled of flowers, my father's made of iron Descendant from a king of a jungle and I ain't lion/lyin' Said it's dead on an island, it's lost and I'ma find it Singing the same song like Brian was drivin' I'm getting daps like I am defying whenever writin' enlightenment Babylon turned into Zion in spite of it And you debate and then defining it It's masturbation at best, try rhyming and test your own standards  I'm posing for no cameras, unless you got manners  And I ain't even looking but that woman got that black magic like Santana's Got hella fam in the bay, like Dan Tanner  Since 'Pac rocked a black bandana but done backwards Now 48 hours from Hawaii to Atlanta with a show in the middle, back home in Seattle Oh they gettin' rattled, no don’t wanna do it  Cuz ain’t nobody winnin' everybody scared of losin' Until somebody prove it, the mood is kind of foolish To say that you could do it, just being good at music  Aye, we do this everyday Spittin' writtens for a livin' 'Til there's nothin' left to say Aye, from the boroughs down to the bay You suckas played them back Y'all just in my people way Aye, we do this like everyday Spittin' writtens 'til there's nothin' left to say Aye, from the town down to L.A. Makin' that music that the people wanna play Why ask for permission when you know you can’t have it Not until my name done travel the damn planet, damn it Panic, I’m planning my last album and handin' 'em out back You ballin' without stacks, we callin' you out jack You follow with no catch and all in a days work Follow the same path, he's hoppin' the late train Coppin' the same things, no passion, burnin' Fighting without fighting, got in my mind training To model the Mike Tyson, my motto is stop bitin' You follow the pied piper, puff puff pass not talking Wiz Khalifa Knuckle up fast, cuz trouble will come fast To topical rhyme writing from tropical white lightning I weather a typhoon, people are so vital while bodies floating by in a high tide water High noon fly by like Guerilla Moonsoon Don't stop til your roof top turn into an island Learn how to suffer while smilin' The lights go silent as write more ballads And I'm seeing non violence get a little less valid, challenge Now what*, bruh*, nobody don’t wanna do it  And ain’t nobody winnin' everybody scared of losin' Until somebody prove it, the people wanna... ...to say something... yeah... Aye, we do this everyday Spittin' writtens for a livin' 'Til there's nothin' left to say Aye, from the boroughs down to the bay You suckas played them back Y'all just in my people way Aye, we do this like everyday Spittin' writtens 'til there's nothin' left to say Aye, from the town down to L.A. You know we got hella class like a bidet

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#9 - Nas feat. Keri Hilson | Hero

Album: Self-titled

Message: We need more heroes.

Lyrics:  

QB! Where the Fcuk ya'll at haahaa yeah lets go, get money Chain gleaming Switching lanes Two-seating Hate him or love him For the same reason [Fresh] Can't leave it The games needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in [Yes] So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want They looking for . . . a hero I guess that makes me . . . a hero Another chapter of the cleanest rapper Distinguished gentlemen Crooks and castle on his back Maybach-er, exotic lady eye-catcher Holla at'cha, call me the chiropractor Working like Muay Thai class Get perspire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in 190 black Benz Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking I'm him Chain gleaming Switching lanes Two-seating Hate him or love him For the same reason Can't leave it The games needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want They looking for . . . a hero I guess that makes me . . . a hero Rubber-grip-holder, reloader Come at me I'ma rip your soliders in half Silverback ape, nickle-plated mag Young, rich, and flashy Young, b!tch, I'm nasty All black clothes til ice lay on me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge I can still see the dreams that my niqqas ain't never lived to see Tell them angels open the door for me From nine berettas and moving raw To chilling in wine cellars Sticks and humidors That's what I call mature That's what I call a g That's what I call a pimp That's what I call a gangsta To the fullest, sh!t I try to make more cream By every September 14th, that's my dream So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly I can see things more clearly That's why they fear me Chain gleaming Switching lanes Two-seating Hate him or love him For the same reason Can't leave it The games needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want They looking for . . . a hero I guess that makes me . . . a hero This universal apartheid I'm hog-tied, the corporate side Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding wit it But Newsweek article startled big wigs They said, Nas, why is he trying it? My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning Forgetting - Nas the only true rebel since the beginning Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel They can't sing what's in their soul So untitled it is I never change nothin' But people remember this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it So, sh!t, I'ma drop it Like it or not You ain't gotta cop it I'm a hustler in the studio Cups of Don Julio No matter what the CD called I'm unbeatable, y'all Lets go! [yh, Nas.....Polow da don]

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#8 - Zion I feat. Susan Suh & Dust | Finger Paint

 Album: Deepwater Slang V2.0

Message: Express Yourself

 Lyrics:  

Feel my finger paint Color to stimulate ya Rise relate ya Pass in love and nature Rhymes to break ya, take ya Up to the maker Away from the pain We feelin safer The liberate to rectify the soul Written in red, green, black Trim it with gold We been in war Hey man we seen it all before Got you feeling the fundamentals of flow toe-to-toe How we battle You can light the shadow Walking with You bring a barrage of marshmallow Yellow Words and word curse Lip style mellow Zion the lion-hearted fellow Bellow Finger paint you can hold the weight When the mind is great, then the soul create I reperate like I'm water when I change my state Mindscape to the next levitate Breakin all the shit that I don't want to hold Makin all the *song birds* inside me flow *sowing* all the seasons *that* can make me grow And I'm breathing I'm breathing slow Breathe In...Out Feel my finger paint as the world spins Let my finger paint cleanse your sins My finger's paintin' all colors on your skin See my reflection in my brother, my twin I'm sparkin' a light to your soul deep within You can hear the echo when I drop my pen The children hold hands under the rainbow Everywhere we go we bring the same flow Feel my finger-paint on my parabola Supernovas, nebulas, satellites My finger's paintin' all over the mic My finger's paintin' lightning when it strikes Bring down the rain, release the pain Master the craft, die ya rocks ya game My fingers paint across all terrain My finger paint penetrates your brain Breakin all the shit that I don't want to hold Makin all the slumbers inside me flow So in all the seasons can make me grow And I'm breathin I'm breathing slow

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#7 - Lauryn Hill | Doo Wop (That Thing)

 Album: The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill

Message: Girls and boys beware of fake people.

 Lyrics:  

Girls you know you better watch out some guys,some guys are only about that thing, that thing, that thing It's been three weeks since you've been looking for your friend The one you let hit it and never called you again 'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins You act like you ain't hear him then gave him a little trim To begin, how you think you really gon' pretend Like you wasn't down then you called him again Plus when you give it up so easy you ain't even fooling him If you did it then, then you probably f*** again Talking out your neck sayin' you're a Christian A Muslim sleeping with the gin Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinking it's a trend Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine Don't be a hardrock when you're really a gem Babygirl, respect is just a minimum Niggas f***ed up and you still defending them Now Lauryn is only human Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn. It's silly when girls sell their soul because it's in Look at where you be in hair weaves like Europeans Fake nails done by Koreans Come again Come again, come again, come again, come again Guys you know you better watch out Some girls, some girls are only about That thing, that thing, that thing The second verse is dedicated to the men More concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his women Him and his men come in the club like hooligans Don't care who they offend popping yang like you got yen Let's not pretend, they wanna pack pistol by they waist men Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement The pretty face, men claiming that they did a bid men Need to take care of their three and four kids men They facing a court case when the child's support late Money taking, heart breaking now you wonder why women hate men The sneaky silent men the punk domestic violence men The quick to shoot the semen stop acting like boys and be men How you gon' win when you ain't right within How you gon' win when you ain't right within How you gon' win when you ain't right within Come again Come again, come again, come again, come again Girls you know you better watch out Some guys, some guys are only about That thing, that thing, that thing guys you know you better watch out some girls, some girls are obnly about that thing, that thing, that thing

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#6 - Tupac Shakur | Keep Ya Head Up

 Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

Message: Respect the beautiful women of the world.

 Lyrics:  

Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Kerim [Verse One:] Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up [Chorus] Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things'll  get brighter [2x] [Verse Two:] Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me right And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup And even though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your head up [Chorus] [Verse Three:] And uhh To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt this hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While da tears, is rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things don't fall down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's getten older and older and cold From havin the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin Benz I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but please... you got to keep your head up

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#5 - Dumbfoundead | Are we there yet?

Album: Unreleased

Lyrics:  

[Verse 1] Momma had a dream, but she gave it up to me And my sister raising kids, man that ain't a cup of tea Now she ain't have no cheese, but took us to Chuck E. Cheese Somewhat of a G, living life so sucka free Told her what I want to be, she was cooler than the breeze supported it as a being, cause I knew she had believed If it were up to me, she would be treated like a queen A life of luxury, filled with shiny pretty things Now I was only three when she brought me to the states My sister only one, crossing borders wasn't safe What she did was very brave, I think about it everyday From Argentina to Mexico, and finally L.A. Yea, she made it really far, someone give her an applause Got herself a job, an apartment and a car But the struggle isn't over so I keep doing my parts Straight spittin' out them bars that'll get us to the stars [Chorus] Tell me momma, are we there yet? Tell me momma, are we there yet? Tell me momma, are we there yet? Tell me momma, are we there yet? [Verse 2] Shorty was a ten, she was chillin' with her friends I was trying to be smooth, but I couldn't pretend So I walked up with a brew, table, napkin and a pen Told her we should do something, call me when you can Man, after two dates, I got her back in my place She made the bed shake and my heart beat race Yeah, we were moving fast but either one of us cared Seducin' me with that ass ware, really wasn't fair Is this just good sex or is it something that's rare Feelings do intersect, when you're chucking, pull hair Are we two single people, or have we become a pair And to tell you the truth girl, I ain't ready for that dare But I saw it in her eyes, she was falling in deep I barely know you and you barely know me These are common road rules, we should take it slowly So before you use words like 'Love', just let me speak [Chorus] Tell me baby, are we there yet? Tell me baby, are we there yet? Tell me baby, are we there yet? Tell me baby, are we there yet? [Verse 3] At the age of fifteen, I was rockin' open mics Killing the L.A. scene, like a scene in Poltergeist Young freestyle king, street battlin' left and right I was quite mean, yeah but the kid was nice I made it my career at the age of seventeen Now almost every year, I travel the seven seas Respected by my peers, and all of the OGs Got fans around the world, they be cheering fo' me When I wake up every morning, man I wonder if it's real Looked at what I worked for, everything I built When I really think about it, it be giving me the chills Cause I'm eating off my music and I'm paying all my bills I think I made it ya'll, I don't need a f-ckin' deal What the hell am I saying, man I gotta check myself That's forreal, cause when things are going well I get gassed up That's when I look in the mirror and ask... [Chorus] Homie brother, are you there yet? Young brother, are you there yet? Tell me brother, are you there yet? Keep it moving, we ain't there yet

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#4 - Geto Boys | G-Code

Album: The Foundation

Lyrics:   

 Motherfuckers just, follow a nigga around dude 

 That's real 

  Some shit though, fuck these feds  redneck, racist motherfuckers, man!  [Scarface]  I don't wanna run no more, but I know that if I stop  I'll be another nigga headed to heaven hangin wit Pac These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slanger Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger Who do you call when these agents want you dead and they hit these penitentiaries and niggaz make a pledge So I dip and dock the feds all my homie caught out on indictments Caught up on the phone talkin prices 25-to-life's the mandatory minimal  My whole community gets treated like they criminals  Why are them bitches gettin' motherfuckers hung  Got a C.I. on the inside and everybody's sung  Mothers and fathers seperated from they sons  Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue  If it's yours, say it's yours, take the case, do your time  When you was out here gettin' money from it everything was fine  Now you cryin' in your jail cell, stressin' on the case  And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day  I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul  You in question of your manhood homey - keep the code [Chorus]  We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond  We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood  I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood  We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We ain't trustin in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood.  I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood [Scarface]  See I be on some street shit, don't talk to police  I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see  if I got shit to say about a nigga case  I'm a motherfuckin' nigga through and through, I ain't gay  Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25  Sat it out on appeal, and gave him back that time  A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same  Told a cracker tell your mammy suck his dick and see Rick James  Ain't no motherfuckin' game, we been livin' this for real  When the government is workin', real niggas never squeal  Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse  Yeah you rappin' but the homey Lil' Pots can't get out  Niggaz they hit the pen, they get charged, then get out  On a rule, 35, he a bought it for the cops  You can hear it in his voice, I done listened to the tapes  Now you showin' up in court, testifyin' for the state  [Chorus]  We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond  We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood  I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood  We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We ain't trustin in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood.  I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood [Scarface]  I'm knowin' all the scams, all the tricks to the trade  Know a nigga tryin' to get clean, and you get in the way  Know a nigga tryin' to get green, and you stick out the bait  Cause a nigga like a dopefiend, can't rehabilitate  Still we stickin' to the G Code, we playin' by the rules  We don't fuck around with new niggas, cause new niggas is fools  We don't photograph the homies, that'll catch a nigga up  On a picture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked  Only connect the real, stayin' down with the truth I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook  My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few  But there's a thousand motherfuckers in the pen bulletproof  So this one here for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die  Fuck a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I  Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home  He a motherfuckin' snitch, snitchin' niggas need this song. [Chorus] We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond  We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood  I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood  We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We ain't trustin in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood.  I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

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#3 - Diabolic feat. Immortal Technique | Frontlines

Album: Liar & a Theif

Message: Occupy America are on the frontlines.

 Lyrics: 

[Diabolic]

I two-step with Lucifer and ever since I started dancing I walked a fine line between Einstein and Charles Manson Starved as famine with my stomach growling Like someone shouting a hundred thousand times louder than thunder pounding Fuck around and I’ll punch your mouth in I’m king of the mountain with my life in this project like it’s public housing Counting on the fact I firebomb entire songs And won’t stop until the world’s inside my palm like Viacom Diabolic, I’ll supply the higher wattage Via fiberoptic wire until you acquire some kind of knowledge Cause life made me grow wiser than old-timers Hot-headed like the Ghost Rider behind a slow driver Sole-survivor flowing lava second nature So don’t test, it’s best to save your breath like respirators I’ll throw a punch at your ribs that gives your lungs asthma And has you pouring out your guts faster than Dutchmasters Drunk bastard past the point of no return Like Denzel tricking Ethan Hawke into smoking sherm Judgement overturned, holding court like Mordechai Immortalized when I make statues bleed and portraits cry I’ll go to war for mine, rebel army guard the border I’m in the trenches barking orders like I’m Sergeant Slaughter Pray to Jesus H. for mercy and plead your case Cause on the frontlines you’re dead the second that you see my face

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This is the frontline, this is the dead zone Barely alive or in a box is how you head home This is the frontline, this is the life that I chose I thought I told you motherfuckers to lock and load

This is the frontline, this is the dead zone Barely alive or in a box is how you head home This is the frontline, this is the life that I chose I thought I told you motherfuckers to lock and load

[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]

Yeah they said that the success of my music was theoretic But my revenge is sweet enough to murder diabetics Eugenics, Procter and Gamble, credit racial science Couldn’t produce a more progressive intellectual giant Nephilim bury em with the bullets left in em My heart is blacker than the children of Thomas Jefferson Blacker than back in the days of the tar and feathering The cancerous endocrine, the ego that’s American The hatchet and the sticks, the fascist emblem You can call it conspiracy theory I don’t give a motherfuck, you could get your mother fucked National security’s a codeword for cover-up Hold that down, I look at character, never let the colour get to you I got white revolutionaries like Muslims in Chechnya Percussion dumping like the Russian Mafia over you But even they know what it’s like when you’re fighting for sloboda So whether Slavic or Islamic, vodka, gin, tonic Drunken fantasies are cool son but here’s the grim logic You niggas want to play industry and start to be rich Until they fuck you for millions like Paul McCartney’s bitch My lions live inside a box like Jumanji Sikh nigga status stab you up like Indira Gandhi So never desecrate the space on which I meditate My thoughts rip through tank armoured metal plates It’s thought to resonate to the spot where Moses caused the sea to separate The place that the prophet Mohammed started to levitate The exact moment that Jesus rose dead awake And Siddhārtha became the Buddha that regenerates Half a bar over but I bring it home colder than dead soldiers Soul-controller, holder of knowledge so fuck Dianetics I’m like the whole library kemet Annunaki genetics

[Chorus]

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#2 - Dead Prez | They Schools

Album: Let's Get Free

Message: 20 Amazing Books. No History, No Self. Know History, Know Self

Lyrics:

Why haven't you learned anything? Man that school shit is a joke The same people who control the school system control The prison system, and the whole social system Ever since slavery, nawsayin'? I went to school with some redneck crackers Right around the time 3rd bass dropped the cactus album But I was readin' Malcolm I changed my name in '89 cleaning parts of my brain Like a baby nine I took they history class serious Front row, every day of the week, 3rd period Fuckin' with the teachers had, callin' 'em racist I tried to show them crackers some light, they couldn't face it I got my diploma from a school called Rickers Full of, teenage mothers, and drug dealin' niggas In the hallways, the popo was always present Searchin' through niggas possessions Lookin' for, dope and weapons, get your lessons That's why my moms kept stressin' I tried to pay attention but they classes wasn't interestin' They seemed to only glorify the Europeans Claimin' Africans were only three fifth's a human being They schools can't teach us shit My people need freedom, we tryin' to get all we can get All my high school teachers can suck my dick Tellin' me white man lies straight bullshit They schools ain't teachin' us, what we need to know to survive (Say what, say what) They schools don't educate, all they teach the people is lies You see dog, you see how quick these motherfuckers be to like Be tellin' niggas get a diploma so you can get a job Know what I'm sayin' but they don't never tell you how the job Gonna exploit you every time know what I'm sayin' that's why I be like Fuck they schools School is like a 12 step brainwash camp They make you think if you drop out you ain't got a chance To advance in life, they try to make you pull your pants up Students fight the teachers and get took away in handcuffs And if that wasn't enough, then they expel y'all Your peoples understand it but to them, you a failure Observation and participation, my favorite teachers When they beat us in the head with them books, it don't reach us Whether you breakdance or rock suede addidas Or be in the bathroom with your clique, smokin' reefer Then you know they math class ain't important 'less you addin' up cash In multiples, unemployment ain't rewardin' They may as well teach us extortion You either get paid or locked up, the principal is like a warden In a four year sentence, mad niggas never finish But that doesn't mean I couldn't be a doctor or a dentist They schools can't teach us shit My people need freedom, we tryin' to get all we can get All my high school teachers can suck my dick Tellin' me white man lies straight bullshit They schools ain't teachin' us, what we need to know to survive (Say what, say what) They schools don't educate, all they teach the people is lies They schools can't teach us shit My people need freedom, we tryin' to get all we can get All my high school teachers can suck my dick Tellin' me white man lies straight bullshit They schools ain't teachin' us, what we need to know to survive (Say what, say what) They schools don't educate, all they teach the people is lies 'Cuz for real, a mind is a terrible thing to waste And all y'all high class niggas with y'all nose up 'Cuz we droppin' this shit on this joint, fuck y'all We gon' speak for ourselves Know what I'm sayin'? 'Cuz see the schools ain't teachin' us nothin' They ain't teachin' us nothin' but how to be slaves and hardworkers For white people to build up they shit Make they businesses successful while it's exploitin' us Know what I'm sayin'? And they ain't teachin' us nothin' related to Solvin' our own problems, know what I'm sayin'? Ain't teachin' us how to get crack out the ghetto They ain't teachin' us how to stop the police from murdering us And brutalizing us, they ain't teachin' us how to get our rent paid Know what I'm sayin'? They ain't teachin' our families how to interact Better with each other, know what I'm sayin'? They just teachin' us How to build they shit up, know what I'm sayin'? That's why my niggas Got a problem with this shit, that's why niggas be droppin' out that Shit 'cuz it don't relate, you go to school the fuckin' police Searchin' you you walkin' in your shit like this a military compound know what I'm sayin'? So school don't even relate to us Until we have some shit where we control the fuckin' school system Where we reflect how we gon solve our own problems Them niggas ain't gon' relate to school, shit that just how it is Know what I'm sayin'? And I love education, know what I'm sayin'? But if education ain't elevatin' me, then you know what I'm sayin' it ain't Takin' me where I need to go on some bullshit, then fuck education Know what I'm sayin'? At least they shit, matter of fact my nigga This whole school system can suck my dick, beeyotch

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#1 - Blue Scholars | Bayani

Album: Bayani

Event: Occupy LA

Lyrics:

Yea Now uh Turn off your radio, turn up your stereo Northwest rock, rock on, what's the scenario? Four years ago, two students skipped a class, went and crafted an album, some called it a classic But, we've grown past it was good while it lasted Now it's time to put the education into practice Beats, rhymes, rice be the breakfast of champions We hold the whole town down together with the plan to hold the mic with compassion like yuri did malcolm Traveled down the coast since we dropped the last album That plus one is how long we've been war-torn It's the return of the hard-knock and hardcore from hard rock to hip-hop The migration of flocks who once mocked what we ride for It's side war, from sidewalks to billboards and stores tellin' all poor people that the world is yours But this money is ours, you can get a little back You start putting in hours, you can widen the gap But you can see it in the towers standing next to the squatters who be wanderin' the city in search of a job offer The first generation in the us of a to get paid less wage than the ones who came before the wicked waged war in a desert terrain 24 short bars couldn't measure the pain so now i greet the neighbor daily he's on his porch smokin' overhead thunderclouds move in slow motion, came across an ocean in hope of some better days, expatriated citizens of third world decay, where children translate for their parents sake in a landscape where the working class can't escape, these languages twisted, tounges get unraveled, can't understand each other in this modern day babel, now we trying to get a piece of what the city broke down, barely claming family but quick to claim the town recognize its serious but ain't afraid to clown, trained for confrontation there's no other way around, these sacred ground desecrators, they tried to decimate us they hit the ballot like the mayor's gonna save us and it pains me to say this but pain is what made this, it's gonna take more than just some rain to change this Just some rain to change this...