year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment, it
at the mirror [Violent J] The witch told me, my girlfriend was a demon And all this fallin' in love shit, I'm dreamin' And it's pain to the angels, if
tried to shoot it, but the fuckin Rip off, it got stuck. I said fuck it, and i threw the spear up into the sky, as fuckin hard as i could, threw it
of fire by the darkened plains Deserted and dead it declares its place By spewing it's magma like blood from its veins and covering the island In a black
When comes the righteous ones Bringing the servants of leechy throngs Angels, remembering every promise Black vise crushing the feathers white Come pain
of all the neighbors Our faces painted white By midnight We'd forgotten one another And when the morning came I was ashamed Only now it seems so silly
end of every young black life is this line, "Damn - him already? Such a good kid," got us pourin Henn' already Liquor to the curb for my, niggaz up above When it
mayne All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin dem bones All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes; holla at me It's for the black culture, Spanish
: In the shadows of the smokestacks Through the black snow that lay on the land Walked home one winter morning With my life's savings in my hand Maryanne
been uncertain I been abandoned and left alone At fifteen I had to leave home The black sheep, the bad seed At a roadside bar in Tennessee I met an angel
be written out the will of Priest) It's what I write, this is Priesthood Neo... You know, Angel of... [Killah Priest:] Yo, my ink bleeds fatigues on paper Place it
endorphin's click Every cell in my bodies lit, it's like lightning bugs When I'm writin' it's like drugs Benzocaine, light on Cain Kills the pain when
Chronicles, from Muhammad's schools to Gods name vary Black people are the promised Jew's 'cause we lost already My cross is heavy, I carry it - this
we do Ain't nuttin here, ain't nuttin you gotta say to that Now what you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it man? [police sirens] Bring it any
hard not to show all that pain inside Saw the clouds turnin black like an angel died Preacher said you a curse if you don't pay your ties It's like that
singer) Daddy Rose ] (Tell me where, have I seen you somewhere before) Maccabean empire, Masada beloved (Was it in a dream?, When an angel closed my eyes
Black love, white glove black doves Egyptian Queens fine wine?s and back rubs Black thugs [Chorus x1.5: Killah Priest] Black P stone, Maccabean Revolt
from a race of people that's hopeless, copeless Things seem like they never change, it's strange man It's like the night brings, pain afflicting my brain