The Ancient Rites of Hip Hop (WIP)

by Nemesis Fixx scribe bio

Published by NuScribes (nuscribes.com) on Tue 06 Mar, 2018 |

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This is a book celebrating, curating and exposing some of the most legendary Hip Hop poems ever written. The works have been annotated and their video or audio included for preview where possible, as a means to augement and place the poem in context.

Most of them have been performed, and have gained fame in the ears of both pop and cult listeners, but some have almost never seen the light of day - mostly because their authors were too inclined to do art for its own sake, a trait you'll come to appreciate in many of the relics included herein.

Writting is a rite, writting is divine. The word written is immortalized, the word spoken begets the universe by affirming what the will visualizes, and so, art forms such as Hip Hop, illustrate and celebrate the most divine of forms of human expression - the manifesting and application of the spoken word. And where conscious, mindful writting was involved, not only do we discover the power of verbal expression, but also get to experience the beauty of ideas immortalized in works of scribes.

This is a work in the spirit of the ancient rite of Hip Hop.

 

 

Disclaimer

The poems quoted in this book are deemed to be in the public domain - mostly because, by the very nature of the Hip Hop act itself, the word spoken, no longer has an owner. And thus, I shall only hope that each poet whose work is here included, considers that if they have once spoken their poem (and only such poems do I include), then it's only right that those words spoken, are here, merely further reinforced, for all eternity. However, all credit is due to each poet, and thus each poem here quoted is also clearly attributed to the rightful scribe.

This book, in some places also includes the audio (spoken word) of some of the poems. I understand that this is a sensitive issue in this world plagaued by copyright laws, especially for the performing arts, but I shall immediately pull down a performed work, should a rightful authority require me to do so, otherwise, I take it in the interests of each of the curated poets, to have their works celebrated and shared with all humanity across time and beyond original ownership. Again, the word spoken, no longer belongs to the speaker, but the universe - copyright of music, poetry and many forms of expression is a fallacy.


KRS-ONE - Believe It (2002)

[Intro]

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Word
All my people in Boston make some noise
Whew! Inebriated Beats. You got to Believe

 

[Hook x 6]

Believe it

 

[Verse 1:KRS-ONE] 

Yo, Yo, Believe it
I only come to help you achieve it
You could believe what you want, you can take it or leave it
Slow it up or speed it, but never mind if you dont need it
But I still gotta teach it, I still gotta speak it
There's more to the streets than guns and stuff
To all my fathers, you know one sons enough
But if you have two or three
You know they get -gasm what they see on the t.v
You gotta believe me
We gotta rise up
All my daughters I beg, close your legs and kind of like open your minds up
Before your times up, and you find what?
You was just another stepping stone for him to climb up
I'm what? A player? No
A ho? No. An average rhyme-sayer? No
A neighbor? Yes. A friend of the Savior? Yes
I can honestly say I'm blessed

 

[Hook x 6]

 Believe it

 

[Verse 2: KRS-ONE] 

Yo, its a Hip Hop intellectual heavyweight
That leaves 'em in a truly inebriated state
If you thinking about leaving, you better wait
We only talking about freedom and showing love instead of hate
But no, you dont think it's real
Until you're shackled 'round your wrists and your ankles and your heels
You could brag if you feel
But don't forget to mention the twenty to life is part of the deal
When the DEA flash that shield
The bigger they are as stars
Huh... the harder they squeal
And usually your name comes out
Leading to that knock on the door, and you being led out
That's when my lyrics matter
All them guns and bitches and hoes, you don't wanna hear them rappers
That's when you wanna hear pastors
But if you listen now, you can like avoid them disasters
Turn your life over to God today
Not a little bit, Yo, go all the way
I said, turn your life over to God today
Not a little bit, Yo, go all the way Yo

 

[Hook x 6]

 Believe it

 

[ KRS-ONE talking through Hook ]

It's live like that ya'll
It's live just like that
Big up! Terry Andrell
Word up! D.J. Tine E. Tim
Whew! G. Simone, you know you're not alone
G. Simone, uh, uh
Mickey Mic, Yo what up Mickey?
Uh, Yo, Yeah

 


The message:

Material indulgence will potentially fail you, but the pursuit of wisdom & spirituality is guaranteed to set you free


 


KRS ONE

KRS ONE


Ice Cube & Krayzie Bone - Until We Rich (2000)

[Introduction: Krayzie Bone]

Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop, until we drop

[Ice Cube] Krayzie Bone and Ice Cube..
The best thing in life in life is life (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Get your mind right, and get your grind right (we gotta keep goin)
[Krazyie] Hey young thugs (we gotta keep goin)
Get your mind right, and get your grind right
[Krazyie] Hey young thugs..
Get your mind right, and get your grind right

 

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Look into my eyes if you wanna know me
Before you hypnotized, homey what do you see
A figure that's just a little bigger than dealers
A hustler countin figures ain't pulled no triggers
Can you dig us, we be the ultimate lick
We's the hitters, that make the ultimate hits
Kinda floss-ey, kinda boss-ey
It's gotta be done my way, do what the {fuck} I say
Top of the pyramid, homey what I tell you
If you leave this Westside umbrella you hit the cellar
Bring me my slippers, black robe, and my globe
And I could rule the world with my eyes closed
(with my eyes closed..)

 

[Hook x2: Krayzie Bone]
See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich and on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop until we drop
[Ice Cube] Krazyie Bone and Ice Cube

 

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
To all the little homies that's watchin TV
I see you tryin to be a O.G. like me
Chasin dreams, pullin mo' schemes for wealth
But the best thing in life is health, be yourself playa
Television it'll keep yo' ass wishin forever
You'll never get you life together
Don't talk about death, I got too much life to live
Too many orders to give -- what it is, showbiz
Taught you what a trick and a ho is (WHAT?)
Showed you what a Six-ty Fo' is (WHAT?)
Lord knows, "In God We Trust"
And everybody in the world wanna be like us (everybody)

 

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
To the kids of the world that's waitin for wealth
Waitin for health, you better do for self
Homey that's yo' last cup
Forget about the fast buck; boy, get you ass up
People use yo' brain to gain
Do something that ain't never been done; and we can spend hun's
Wipe our ass with twenties, light our joints with ones
Throw away the guns, have nuttin but fun
And homey we could do that {shit}!
Police have a fit, when yo' paper's legit
We gotta get off the phone, we gotta teach our own
Send your baby to school and she'll come back grown
We got to talk to our grandma's
And she'll help us through them dark halls, and them pitfalls
Everybody know we got the world to gain
We got to stop the pain, lord stop the rain

 

[Outro 2: Krayzie Bone]
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(get your mind right, and get your grind right)
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours.. (Ice Cube..)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(the best thing in life is life)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(I got to say it twice)
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
(the best thing in life is life)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(get your mind right, and get your grind right)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..

 


 The message:

You [can] own your life, and the world as well, but for this to happen, you must get out there, and pursue that dream as hard as you can.


 


ICE CUBE

ICE SUBE

KRAZIE BONE

KRAZIE BONE


Geto Boys - G Code (2005)

Man
Motherfuckers just, follow a nigga around dude
That's real
Some shit though, fuck these feds
Redneck, racist motherfuckers, man!

 

[Verse 1: Scarface]
I don't wanna - run no more, but I know that if I stop
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hanging with '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 niggas make a pledge
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments
Caught up on the phone, talking prices (hello)
25-to-life's the mandatory minimum
My whole community gets treated like they criminals
Why are them bitches getting motherfuckers hung
Got a C.I. on the inside and everybody's sung
Mothers and fathers separated 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 getting money from it everything was fine
Now you crying in your jail cell, stressing 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 - peep the cold

 

[Hook: repeat 2X]

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

 

[Verse 2: 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking game, we been living this for real
When the government is working, real niggas never squeal
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse
Yeah you rapping but the homey Lil Pots can't get out
Niggas they hit the pen, they get charged, then get out
On a rule, 35, he informing for the cops
You can hear it in his voice, I done listened to the tapes
Now you showing up in court, testifying for the state

 

[Hook: repeat 2X]

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

 

[Verse 3: Scarface]

I'm knowing all the scams, all the tricks to the trade
Know a nigga trying 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 stickin to the G Code, we playing 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, staying down with the true
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 motherfucking snitch, snitching niggas need this song

 

[Hook: repeat 2X]

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

 


 The message:

Beware, the government is out to get you at your own game - that's their job. Know who you can trust or else be a man and accept when you fall victim to the law.


 

 


 GETO BOYS

GETO BOYS


Nonchalant - 5 O'Clock (ft. Pete Rock & Marley Marl) (1996)

[Verse 1: Nonchalant]

It's really real, when I feel the way that I do right now
I see all my brothers underground
Pushing up daisies, man, it amazes me
That you can't see where you gonna be
A statistic, everybody's gon' call ballistic
If you had a good day, damn, I must have missed it
Cause you mad at the Universe, going to hell with everybody else
Cause you want your own first
I got the urge to let you in on a little secret
Cause you keep dying if I keep it
All the killing that you're feeling is from within
For the copper check the color of your skin
Why lie? I couldn't try even if I had to
Born with the bullet-proof vest when I had you
A black woman trying to get through to the few
So you can live the next crew

 

[Hook x2: Nonchalant]

5 o'clock in the morning where you gonna be
Outside on the corner
You better get yourself together
While you're wasting all your time
Right along with your mind


[Verse 2-1: Pete Rock]

Why should I do right and suffer
I rather do wrong making that loopy and that hustler
Instead of hot-dogs I'm eating porks up in their smother
And got a gang of loot up in the safe up in my covers
On top of all that I push big fat Lex
And got my hoes that in golf course just in case I feel
Like flexing so I Mozex, for real though, who are you
See, I'm a big man

 

[Verse 2-2: Marley Marl]

Why should I do right and suffer
I rather do wrong making that loopy and that hustler
Instead of hot-dogs I'm eating porks up in their smother
And got a gang of loot up in the safe up in my covers
On top of all that I push big fat Lex
And got my hoes that in golf course just in case I feel like flexing
So I Mozex, for real though, who are you
See, I'm a big man


[Hook x2: Nonchalant]

5 o'clock in the morning where you gonna be
Outside on the corner
You better get yourself together
While you're wasting all your time
Right along with your mind


[Verse 3: Nonchalant]

Wella, Mr. Black Man tell me where you're heading
The last few years I watched while you were sheading
Pounds and pounds on growth for the population
Soon we won't be able to have a strong black nation
A shooting here, a stab there will it ever stop
Cause now you're dying from the dose of the crack rock
I'm just a Nubian Queen that needs a king to stand strong
And try to press on
It's not white man's finger on the trigger
Car-jacks, drive-by's, callin' each other "nigga"
I'm not here to scold but rather shape n' mold
A young black mind that won't live to grow old
Cause you're fronting smoking on the blunt and
Down with your friends cause you think you're making ends, but you're not
And it's the truth of the matter
Your brother gettin' skinny, cause you want your pockets fatter

 

[Hook x4: Nonchalant]

5 o'clock in the morning where you gonna be
Outside on the corner
You better get yourself together
While you're wasting all your time
Right along with your mind 

 


 The message:

There's concern, that if there's no restraint on indulgence in crime among members of the black community (mostly in American cities), then there'll be more deaths of its members, due to drug & money related, black-on-black violence especially, on top of all the other hardships facing them as a minority.


 


NONCHALANT

NONCHALANT

PETE ROCK

PETE ROCK

MARLEY MAL

MARLEY MARL


Bone Thugs-n-Harmony - Tha Crossroads (1995)

[Bone Harmonian Intro]

Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone
Tell me what ya gonna do -
When there ain't nowhere to run -
When judgment comes for you?

[Verse 1: Bizzy]

Let's all bring it in for Wally
Eazy-E, Uncle Charlie
Little Boo Boo - God's got him
And I'm gonna miss everybody
I done rolled and blows my gauge
Looked at him while he lay
When playing with destiny, play too deep for me to say
Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease:
"Well then please bury me by my Gran Gran
And when you can, come follow me"

[Verse 2: Layzie]

God bless you working on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all 24/7 days
God is who we praise even though the Devil's all up in my face
He keepin me safe and in my place
Say grace to the gates we race
Without a chance to face the judge
Then I guess my soul won’t budge
Grudge, because there’s no mercy for thugs
Ohhhhhh what can I do, it's all about a family and how we roll
Can I get a witness not enough fool
We livin' our lives to eternal our souls ay o ayo

[Verse 3: Krayzie]

Now follow me roll stroll whether it's hell or it's heaven
Let's come take a visit of the people that's long gone they rest
Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo
And still keepin up wit they family
Exactly how many days we got lastin' while you laughin' we passin'
Passin' away
God rest our souls cause I know I might meet you up at the crossroads
Y'all know ya forever got love from
Bone Thugs baby

[Wish Bone]

Lil E-Z long gone
Really wish he could come home
But when it's time to die gotta go bye bye
All 'lil thug could do was cry, cry
Why'd they kill my dog?
Damn man I miss my Uncle Charles y'all
He shouldn't be gone
In front of his home
What they did to Boo was wrong ohhhhhh (wrong, wrong)
Was so wrong gotta hold on, gotta stay strong
When the day come better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on
Lean on

[Repeat Chorus 1 (fade into main chorus)]

And we pray, and we pray and we pray and we pray
Every day, every day, every day, every day
And we pray, and we pray and we pray and we pray
Every day, every day, every day, every day
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss every lottie
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss every lottie
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss every lottie
Livin' in a hateful world
Sending me (straight to heaven)
That's how we roll
Livin' in a hateful world
Sending me (straight to heaven)
That's how we roll
Livin' in a hateful world
Sending me (straight to heaven)
That's how we roll
And I ask the good lord why
He sigh, he told me we live to die
Whats up with that murder y'all?
See my little cousin was hung
Somebody really wrong anybody wanna touch that star?
And Ms. Sleazy set up Eazy to fall
You know while we sinning
He intendin' on endin' it when it ends
He comin' again and again and again
Now tell me what ya gonna do
Can somebody anybody tell me why hey
Can somebody anybody tell me why
He died
We die
I don't wanna die
(so wrong-oo, so wrong-oo, wrong)
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely

 


 The message:

"And I ask the good lord why
He sigh, he told me we live to die"

The song mostly commemorate those close friends and family that have since passed away, and especially those that died due to unfortunate, tragic circumstances like the case of Easy-E who passed away because of HIV/AIDS.

The song also challenges and posses the concept of why we have to die, with the simple answer being - "we live to die" - it's a principle of living things, given our current limitations. There's consolation/reassurance though, knowing that death is not necesarily the end, and that those who trust and believe in the Lord (the Christian God), would find happiness in heaven, and that all (good or bad), would at least reunite after death, on judgement day - the crossroads (some eventually heading off to hell, others to heaven).

 


 


BONE THUGS N HARMONY

BONE THUGS N HARMONY


Lost Boyz - Renee (1996)

[Verse 1: Mr. Cheeks]

Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day
On my way back from John Jay
I'm peeping shorty as she's walking to the train
I tap her on her shoulders
Excuse me miss, but can I get your name
She said, my name is Renee
I said I got a whole lot to say
So may I walk you to your subway
She said if you want so yo, we started talking
I bought two franks and two drinks and we began walking
I had to see where that head was at
Cause her gear was mad phat
So we must chat about this and that
She told me what she was in school for
She wants to be a lawyer
In other words, shorty studies law
I'm telling shorty I'm a writer
And as she's looking for the token
She drops a package of the EZ Wider
Covers her mouth with her name ring
I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks
I do the same thing
But yet I use Philly blunts
She said I never dealt with Philly blunts
Because I heard that's for silly stunts
I said nah they burn slower
Right now I really don't know ya
But maybe later on, I can get to show you

 

[Hook x2]

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty

 

[Verse 2: Mr. Cheeks]

So now we sitting on the train
Besides her fingernails, now shorty got the hairdo of pain
Now understand she got flava
A tough leather jacket
With some jeans and a chain that her moms gave her
Got off the train about 6:34
She wasn't sure she had grub for the dog, so we hit the store
Went to the crib and turned the lights on
A mad magazine stand
From Essence to Right On
A leather couch, stereo system with crazy cd's
Understand, kid, she got cheese
She said Cheeks, do what you want
She said I'm gonna feed the dog
I said, alright well I'mma roll this blunt
She came back with stretch pants and a ponytail, a t-shirt
A yo, fam I got a tender-roni girl
We're sitting on the couch chatting
We're smoking blunts off the balcony
We're staring at Manhattan
She started feeling on my chest
I started feeling on the breasts
And there's no need for me to stress the rest
A yo, I got myself a winner
We sparked a blunt before we ate
And a blunt after we ate dinner
She had a tattoo she only wanted yo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci
I'm like whatever shorty rock
We can swing it like that
Cause on the real this is where it's at

 

[Hook x2]

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty

 

[Verse 3: Mr. Cheeks]

I woke up the next day on the waterbed
A letter's on the pillow
And this what the letter said
It said "Cheeks, I'll be home around two
You was deep in your sleep
So I didn't want to bother you"
I left my number for shorty to call me later
Got dressed, smoked a blunt
And then I bounced towards the elevator
I got a beep around three
I'm asking shorty what's up with you
She's asking what's up with me
And now we been together for weeks
Candlelight dinner with my shorty
Crack a 40 with my naughty freaks
Hey man, I never been in love
But every time I'm burstin' in and outta state
It's shorty that I'm thinking of
I'm hanging out with my crew
I get a beep from Renee
Because Renee uses code 2
But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukes
She says "Renee has been shot
So Cheeks, meet me up at St. Luke's"
I jumps on the Van Wyck
I gotta make it there quick
A yo , this shit is gettin' mad thick
Not even thinking about the po-nine
I'm doing a buck, who gives a fuck
I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine
I gotta see what's going on
But by the time I reach the hospital
They tell me "Mr. Cheeks, Renee is gone"
I'm pouring beer out for my shorty who ain't here
I'm from the ghetto
So listen, this is how I shed my tears

[Hook x4]

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty

 


 The message:

The ghetto, despite being infested with crime, drug use and life on the edge, is all the same home to genuine love, hope and positive dreams.

In this narrative poem, Mr. Cheeks tells of the young man who bumps into a ghetto "star" - an aspiring female lawyer - on his way from school one day. They quickly get acquainted with each other, initiating a romantic relationship. But this all suddenly and abruptly comes to an end when she falls victim to a ghetto shooting (whose cause is not consumated in the lyric).

 


 


LOST BOYS

LOST BOYS


Immortal Technique (ft. Mojo of Dujeous) - Eyes In The Sky (2011)

[Hook: Mojo of Dujeous]

I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind

[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]

Yeah, my truth is the ark of the covenant buried in Ethiopia
Watch who you fucking with in Minneapolis: Somalian
When I go home the world I use to know is gone
And I will live on my own
For what shall it prosper the rapper with creative control
To sign a deal with the devil and lose his soul
My still born first expression is cold
Like the faces of slave masters on the paper I fold
Subliminal racial supremacy choking me quick
Like the bedtime stories of Joseph Smith
Lynch mob gunning for me trying to murder my seeds
So shorty put 'em in the Nile in a basket of reeds
And now I stare in to the future with a spiritual flashlight
Wondering who the fuck was me in a past-life
Bad diet, fuck raw, die young, fast life
Same as a crash flight that took off when the music died on your last night
Tell 'em the truth and they call you a traitor
Talk to 'em honestly and they call you a hater
Losing my composure cause the message is urgent
Talking reckless drunk on the mic like Larry Merchant
Cursing at the serpent Sumerian demons
Who brush their wings against the air that I'm breathing
A heathen with nothing left to believe in
Even a reason from living that was forgiven by God and not religion
Envision Jesus risen from the dead like Horus
In the baptist church shaking off the rigor mortis
The borders should be illegal instead of the people
That were here before the Bible and all of its sequels
I speak to the detached and unrealistic
That were born normal but turned socially autistic
We resisted homeland securities mission
Because I know what they really envisioned...

[Hook x2: Mojo of Dujeous]

I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind

 


 The message:

The song attacks the actions and ideologies of the current elite (political, philosophical, religious, economical), especially as they relate to covert oppression of the majority.

It predominantly highlights and critiques the actions of the prevailing police & surveilance state, attacks the concept of white supremacy that still covertly survives today (the last explicitly White supremacist sociopolitical structures to exist having been officially terminated by the end of Apartheid in South Africa in 1994) and attacks dominant religious ideologies among other things.

All in all, this is a work meant to be approached like scripture - it contains many hidden meanings and covert metaphors, allowing it to mean many things to different people. 

 


 


IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE

IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE


Ice Cube - Ghetto Vet (1998)

[Intro]

(Hey)
Hey Chop
(Hey)
These haters tried to blow me up, man
(Who is this)
The Don Mega, nigga, who you think
(Ey, homie, what happened)
My whole life flashed before my eyes, man

 

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]

Life...
Niggas used to come and get me
When it was time to disagree with an enemy
Pass the Hennessy it gives me energy
Packed the gat in the small of my back
Where these niggas at, I'll clear the whole pack
Talking shit cause I'm down for my set
I'm a vet, smoking on a wet cigarette
Who these niggas think they are
Wishing on a ghetto star, I represent my tar
I start busting and they scatter like water bugs
Cause these Westside niggas is harder thugs
Enslave us but nothing can save us from sporting Ben Davis
Shootin' at your neighbors
Cause sometimes I feel like a nut
Don’t give a fuck when I open you up
Hot rocks
Fly from the back seat
And busta-ass niggas run like a track meet
And if you caught in the middle
Bleed more than a little (what)
Killer King is the hospital
Feeling numb from the bullets I hum
And when they hit
Black mothers have fits
I don’t give a shit

 

[Hook: Ice Cube]

Fool I'm a vet you can bet
That I could dance underwater and not get wet
Check it
It's raining bullets and I'm still there
I'm still there

 

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]

My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
Up early in the morning taking out the trash
Feeling like a loser, alcohol abuser
Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
One on the peddles, the other on the handle bars
Tryna be ghetto stars
They said, "are you from the Westside is it so?"
I said, "hell yeah and who want to know?"
Me
In slow mo’, .44 slugs, face down in the mud
Puddle full of blood
Left for dead, the pain starts to spread
Now I can’t feel my legs
I meet Doctor Who at King Drew medical center
As I enter I.C.U
He said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital
I said I can’t move my legs, he said don’t try to
Now this ain’t the end my friend but you'll probably never walk again
I sit there motionless holding this pain inside contemplating suicide
At night I jerk and jerk
But my dick don’t work it don’t even hurt
Now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube
A'be pissing through a tube
Fool I'm a vet

 

[Hook: Ice Cube]

Fool, I'm a vet you can bet
I can dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
It’s raining bullets and I'm still there
Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]

Fuck a V-A they need G-A
Gang Hospital for a cripple
Now I'm drinking Ripple
Same corner, same hood I'm still there
With bandanas tied to my wheel chair
To all the hood rat hoes I'm fired
They mad cause my tongue get tired
Now everybody want to put they dope on me
Sayin I won't get searched by the LAPD
I'm sittin' in a doorway deuce-five
Depending on that to keep my ass alive
I don’t got bows but my arm's about a one-six
With fucking legs looking like tooth picks
Some times I can’t deal
Got to beg the BG's to roll me up the hill
Put me on the porch
Now I'm on the torch
Smoking cocaine
Just to maintain
Nothing to gain nothing to lose
And last night I couldn’t make it to the bathroom
Feeling like a 2-year-old
You can’t get a sip from the brew I hold
It’s the only friend to a stranger
AKA: handicapped gangbanger
There's a lot in my life I regret becoming a ghetto vet
Fool I'm a Vet

[Hook: Ice Cube]

Fool, I'm a vet you can bet
I can dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
It’s raining bullets and I'm still there
Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

[Outro: Ice Cube]

Dedicated to all the ghetto vets
For every nigga that done took one for the hood

 


 The message:

This is an epic narrative about a gangster (Ice Cube himself?), who was once vicious, respected and feared by almost anyone in his community, but whose stature was almost reduced to nothing, after he fell prey to his own kind - other, villainous characters in the same neighborhood.

The theme of the song echoes a classic, pacifist maxim:

Live by the sword, die by the sword

(Which was originally quoted of Jesus, in reaction to Peter's attempt to draw a sword to defend against his arrest in the Garden of Gethsemane. - Mathew 26:52) 


 


ICE CUBE

ICE CUBE 


Jedi Mind Tricks - I Who Have Nothing (1997)

[Intro]

I, I who have nothing

 

[Verse 1: Ikon the Verbal Hologram/Vinnie Paz]

Intersections in real time
The unbroken circle and dimensions of the mind
The tie that binds
The eternal tie that defines
The vanity of my insanity in due time
Will shine
Like the night seas under the moon
The haunted corners of familiar rooms
Yet I'm consumed
We're vanishing into thin air
The realization that this shit is my cross to bear
So where
Did I think I could run away to see
The people that decided to leave without asking me
But we
Decide to wait for happier tomorrows
And find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrow
But my distractions the books of paper that I scrawl in
I'm eloquent as summer breeze and leaves that have just fallen
I've crawled in a corner hoping all of this will end
With the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge
I who have nothing but the comfort of my sins
I who have nothing but the comfort of my friends

 

[Hook]

I, I who have nothing
I, I who have no one
I, I who have nothing
I, I who have no one

 

[Verse 2: Ikon the Verbal Hologram/Vinnie Paz]

As I decay, demons prey above me like a vulture
Ability to endure contradiciton is a high sign of culture
Verbal sculptures, self defacing
It is not God or lunacy that I am facing
But the erasing of the purity and passion of my words
The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd
But I preferred
To walk away from all the feuds
To find my life is more confusing than a rubic's cube
So I'm subdued
In all my words of verbal prods
To live alone one must be an animal or a God
But it's official
All of my pain is clear as crystal
The natural side of life has now been seeming artificial
But I can hit you
And rest assured that I'mma last words
I could give a fuck about ya secrets and ya past words
I can pass words and their ability to hurt you
Patience is a virtue and knowledge is of commercial
I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
I who have nothing but the pain that I've refered to

[Hook]

I, I who have nothing
I, I who have no one
I, I who have nothing
I, I who have no one

 

[Verse 3: Ikon the Verbal Hologram/Vinnie Paz]

Lost among the miracles, I stand alone
And I've grown into a being that's sitting on top a throne
I've known
For many years that I would turn to rust
I find a reason for another breath
Before my return to dust
I become one with science and mathematics and the rising of the sun
I'm numb
To all of those who blind and cannot see
The chastiser of the enemy
Perception requires duality
Inspect ya soul, the color of coal inside the body
I have hardly come across them who's holy
Send them to the cherubim to control thee
Burning of the sun and frigidness of the cold
The battlefield is new but the war is now old
You can never see the merest shadow of a halo
Above the head of evil djin who's deadly like tornado
The world has become an aquarium
Full of gaping fish with murderous smiles
I on the other hand stand on the outside looking in
Writing down murderous files
I who have nothing but the lack of variation
And I who have nothing but chains and suffocation

 

[Outtro]

"There comes a time in every man's life when he's gotta handle shit up on his own"

 


 The message:

First, the work is a call to the listener, to question the meaning of their life, explore its mysteries and paradoxes, transcend its hardships, and emerge victor in this or the after life. It is an esoteric work.

The work is a big introspection on life, especially its apparently absurd and arduous nature.

It is a lamentation of sorts, in particular, about the unfortunate fate that one finds themselves in, once they are born into this (physical) life - in which they virtually come with "nothing", yet have to survive and make sense of the world in which they find themselves in.

There's an admittance though, that despite its meanness and meaninglessness, it's ones responsibility and duty, to carry their burden, avoid herd mentality, evolve their own being/potential - independently, and subsequently transcend or make sense of this life - in the process either advancing or debasing their nature. In the later, becoming an animal, but in the former, emerging a god/hero.

The work offers hope though; indicating that there's a possibility of a time (in this or the after life), when one could get illuminated, and thus break free of the bonds of this apparently dark and futile life, emerging a hero or god over the more unsuspecting masses living meaningless/unexplored lives.

unexamined life is not worth living - Socrates

By exploring his life, Vinnie Paz has made it worth living, and even you, can do the same.

 


 

 


JEDI MIND TRICKS

 JEDI MIND TRICKS


Necro - Do the Charles Manson (1993)

[Hook]

I'm all about America...
Do the Charles Manson
Do the Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer
Oh, OH
I'm all about America...

 

[Verse 1: Necro]

It's the corpse winder ya can't handle my rugged rape
I shut bitches up, with strips of masking tape
Ever since the pestilence invaded me
I started to decapitate, motherfuckers that hated me
And, I'll murder you in cold blood for your rent
Taxin' so many people, niggas think I'm the president
So vote, or kid I'll cut your throat with the scalpel
Then feast on the human flesh of a priest in a chapel
Filled with ghouls, your blood crunches
I'm body baggin', niggas in my Dungeons and Dragons
Adventures, a fuckin' sicko on the sickest possible level
I'll eat your colon, cause I'm rollin' with my mother's [?]
I had sex with all my ex hoes
Then I chopped off their legs and are
Now all I got are human torsos
With a chainsaw, made for gore
To clean up the blood
I'll use your fuckin' face to mop the floor
So...

 

[Hook x 2]

Do the Charles Manson
Do the Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer
Oh, OH
 

[Verse 2: Necro]

I cannibal leaf a maggot
I gay bash a faggot
I knock boots with dirty prostitutes like Jimmy Swaggart
Yo, I'm incurable like AIDS
I can't wait to self-mutilate myself with razor blades
Blood and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's body baggin'
They're comin' to take me wah-ahah!
Straight to the paddy wagon
Because they found my dead body shredded
Now I'll be blunt in your Achilles tendon
Well I'm sending some letters
To your family kid, letting them know I got rid
Of your body after I chopped you like a squid
Then straight to the garbage bag, another dead fag for the garbage man
So carry the body to the garbage can
When it comes to another murderer kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, leavin' niggas in a state of euphoria
Back in the days when it came to punks I stick them
But nowadays the Ghoul eat the flesh of his victim
So, word to the lizard, this nigga's absurd
From January to December
I'm leavin' niggas dismembered
Bitches get beaten, long live the cretin
Got dead bodies rot and cured ready to be eaten
With a knife and a fork, for any punk in New York
Take mine, and I'll have to outline your body in chalk

 

[Hook x 2]

Do the Charles Manson
Do the Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer
Oh, OH

 

[Verse 3: Necro]

Mad Mooney's [?]
I got the ski mask, I'm wonderful
I'll rob; I'll come through your sink like the fucking Blob
The silent, violent, Ghoul is cruel
My mind is darker, then Clive Barker
The motherfucking stalker, sporting a parka
Blood stain where human remains
A Tec-9 I pack when I hijack planes
So ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I'll admit, I'll shit, and I'll spit on your grave in disgust
So rest in pain, the human [?] releases
The type of shit to leave any nigga resting in pieces
I clock loot, like a punk playing a guitar
While girls loose their virginity in the backseat of my car
I went to Killers Anonymous, for my addiction
I'm Santa Clause wishing you a Merry Crucifixion

 

[Hook x 2]

Do the Charles Manson
Do the Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer
Oh, OH

 

[Outro: Necro]

Mad Mooney kid
Mad Mooney kid
Mad Mooney kid
Mad Mooney kid
Mad Mooney kid
Mad Mooney kid
I'm gonna chop you up
I'm gonna chop you up
I'm gonna chop you up!

 

 


 The message:

(This is one of the original, first works in death rap, by the originator of that style himself - Necro, and it typifies that style straight from the roots of the genre.)

The song celebrates gore, raw, cold murder, in the same spirit as of Charles Manson.

It depicts acts of murder in glorious perspectives, transforming the psycho into a master/slave of death itself.

It’s important to understand the importance of themes in works such as this; DEATH, at the moment (as from all antiquity), is something ALL LIFE comes face-to-face with one moment or the other. And shying away from themes about death are not a solution, but a route to unhappiness, and unfulfilled hopes, after all, the Savior himself glorified death (ref: the crucifixion), and it’s important to keep in mind such maxims as:

death’s just another part of lifeImmortal Technique

those who save their lives will loose it, those who loose their lives will find it — Mathew 16:25

 


 

 


 

NECRO

NECRO


The Ambassador - The Fall (2005)

[Intro]

Yeah, Ah
I'm diggin' this right here
It's feelin' good to me
Kind of [source?] up in your bones
(You na meen)
You know what I mean?
(Yeah)
We now wanna turn our attention to something deep
It's called "The Fall"
(Listen, Genesis...)


[Verse 1: The Ambassador]

Sometimes I pause rappin' and wonder what all happened
Read Genesis 1—stunner, you'll start clappin'
Read Genesis 3—you'll see a fall that's been
Keeping us all flattened
Like what we would call backspins
Back then—the fall was immediate
Sin enter in but as a foreign ingredient
It's getting worse
Man's livin' in a curse
First—different hurts
Then worse, he's endin' in a hearse
It wouldn't be so bad if
I ain't read those passages
And see so graphically that we were majesty
We were designed for rulin'
Could've caught us snackin' with a pack of lions just coolin'
I try to picture how it might be
Seeing life rightly, nightly getting' it in with wifee
With no strife B
Just different paths that we'd site see
Chillin' like raspberry ice tea

[Hook]

I'm the living God and I made you
Though you've fallen hard I can raise you
Though your name's in lights
I see your pain and strife
And I'm the only God that can save you

I'm the living God and I made you
Even though you broke my heart I can change you
I can give you life
Cause I paid the price
And I'm the only God that can save you


[Verse 2: The Ambassador]

It was boomin'—love between humans
They both loved God and they'd rush to communion
Seemed too legit to quit just like Hammer
Next scene—wooop—they tripped and slipped like bananas
Now fast forward
The cast—you're it
Can't ignore it
You're in it—you didn't have to ask for it
We're like the crack baby who got jacked way before birth
It sure hurts and that's crazy
Yet it's evident—we're in Adam—we get a portion
Sin's inherited and we've inherited a fortune
Now the block ain't safe; dudes chop their weight
To make moves they've got to Glock their waist
No love, they're so thug they would pop their race
The whole club scene is bugged and it's not so chaste
No love, they're so thug they would pop their race
The whole club scene is bugged and it's not so chaste

[Hook]

I'm the living God and I made you
Though you've fallen hard I can raise you
Though your name's in lights
I see your pain and strife
And I'm the only God that can save you

I'm the living God and I made you
Even though you broke my heart I can change you
I can give you life
Cause I paid the price
And I'm the only God that can save you


[Verse 3: The Ambassador]

You might think this is pointless
The point is I point kids to God and His anointed
I too used to need a blunt to crack a smile
Others' needs exceeded the weed they needed to crack a vile
Though we party a lot the party'll stop
That's when we'll see what the party is not
It's not an answer for life's cancer
It's not a chance to fix the broke
It only can coat like Mylanta
The truth—we're just people we're feeble and frail
You can see we're not free like people in jail
Tried money, sex, weed
Yes—you seek and you fail
Can't sleep, your situation is bleak and it's pale
Don't forget in the text Genesis 4 to 6
Proves the Lord is the Creator and He's more than vex
And yet, He's got grace and agape
I pray for your lives sake
You'll wake and hear God say as His heart breaks...

[Hook]

I'm the living God and I made you
Though you've fallen hard I can raise you
Though your name's in lights
I see your pain and strife
And I'm the only God that can save you

I'm the living God and I made you
Even though you broke my heart I can change you
I can give you life
Cause I paid the price
And I'm the only God that can save you


[Outro]

God and I made you
Hard I can raise you
God that can save you
God and I made you
Heart I can change you
God that can save you

 


 The message:

The work is about a very important concept in all Abrahamic religious systems and faiths — man’s Fall.

To quote verbatim, the basics of this concept, as witnessed in mostly Christian doctrine, goes something like:

The transition of the first man and woman from a state of innocent obedience to God to a state of guilty disobedience. Although not named in the Bible, the doctrine of the fall comes from a biblical interpretation of Genesis chapter 3. At first, Adam and Eve lived with God in the Garden of Eden, but the serpent tempted them into eating the fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, which God forbade. After doing so, they became ashamed of their nakedness and God expelled them from the Garden to prevent them from eating from the tree of life and becoming immortal.

For many Christian denominations the doctrine of the fall is closely related to that of original sin. They believe that the fall brought sin into the world, corrupting the entire natural world, including human nature, causing all humans to be born into original sin, a state from which they cannot attain eternal life without the grace of God.

So, in this song, Ambassador is trying to present the concept, as well as offer us hope (the only hope as far as Christian doctrine is concerned), for how to recover from this fall — by seeking God’s grace. To stress this point, in the hook, it is indicated:

I’m the living God and I made you

I see your pain and strife

And I’m the only God that can save you


 

 


 

THE AMBASSADOR

THE AMBASSADOR