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Post by zoiderburger on Jun 17, 2014 20:30:14 GMT -5
Here's another that glorifies violence against innocent people.
"We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up"
[Intro: (numerous men speaking)]
(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the interests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted) (The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty....) (We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously) (The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...) Make it rough (A lot of activity continues here in this....) Make it rough (We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)
[Verse 1:]
Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me When the news get to the hood then niggas will be hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust Kickin up dust is a must I can't trust a cracker in a blue uniform Stick a nigga like a unicorn Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul Cut his fuckin throat and I smile Go to Simi Valley and surely somebody knows the address of the jury Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?) "Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then boom Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral Now he's zipped up like leather tuscadero Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant Coon Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom Stick prick, devils ain't shit Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick Two dazed niggas layin in the cut To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up
Make it rough
[Verse 2:]
I gotta Mac10 for Officer Wynd Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas in a casket, crew cut faggot Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots Lunch, punch, Hawaiin lyin Niggas ain't buyin ya story bore me Taerin up shit with fire, shooters, looters Now I got a lap-top computer I told you all what happened and you heard it, read it but all you could call me was anti-Semitic Regret it-nope, said it-yep Listen to my big black boots as I step Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push But your National Guard ain't hard You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what? We woulda teared this muthafucka up
Huh, make it rough! Huh Muggs, make it rough!
[Verse 3:]
It's on, gone with the wind and I know white men can't dunk Now I'm stealin blunts And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas Oh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the heaters Meet us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot Ready for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn't say Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow Don't do the crime if you can't do the time But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up slogan The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler Hittin up police killer The super duper nigga that'll buck We had to tear this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!
Huh, make it rough! Yo Muggs, make it rough Huh, make it rough Enough
Here's another that glorifies violence against innocent people.
"We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up"
[Intro: (numerous men speaking)]
(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the interests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted) (The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty....) (We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously) (The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...) Make it rough (A lot of activity continues here in this....) Make it rough (We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)
[Verse 1:]
Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me When the news get to the hood then niggas will be hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust Kickin up dust is a must I can't trust a cracker in a blue uniform Stick a nigga like a unicorn Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul Cut his fuckin throat and I smile Go to Simi Valley and surely somebody knows the address of the jury Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?) "Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then boom Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral Now he's zipped up like leather tuscadero Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant Coon Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom Stick prick, devils ain't shit Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick Two dazed niggas layin in the cut To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up
Make it rough
[Verse 2:]
I gotta Mac10 for Officer Wynd Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas in a casket, crew cut faggot Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots Lunch, punch, Hawaiin lyin Niggas ain't buyin ya story bore me Taerin up shit with fire, shooters, looters Now I got a lap-top computer I told you all what happened and you heard it, read it but all you could call me was anti-Semitic Regret it-nope, said it-yep Listen to my big black boots as I step Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push But your National Guard ain't hard You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what? We woulda teared this muthafucka up
Huh, make it rough! Huh Muggs, make it rough!
[Verse 3:]
It's on, gone with the wind and I know white men can't dunk Now I'm stealin blunts And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas Oh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the heaters Meet us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot Ready for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn't say Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow Don't do the crime if you can't do the time But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up slogan The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler Hittin up police killer The super duper nigga that'll buck We had to tear this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!
Huh, make it rough! Yo Muggs, make it rough Huh, make it rough Enough
Here's another that glorifies violence against innocent people.
"We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up"
[Intro: (numerous men speaking)]
(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the interests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted) (The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty....) (We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously) (The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...) Make it rough (A lot of activity continues here in this....) Make it rough (We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)
[Verse 1:]
Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me When the news get to the hood then niggas will be hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust Kickin up dust is a must I can't trust a cracker in a blue uniform Stick a nigga like a unicorn Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul Cut his fuckin throat and I smile Go to Simi Valley and surely somebody knows the address of the jury Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?) "Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then boom Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral Now he's zipped up like leather tuscadero Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant Coon Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom Stick prick, devils ain't shit Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick Two dazed niggas layin in the cut To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up
Make it rough
[Verse 2:]
I gotta Mac10 for Officer Wynd Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas in a casket, crew cut faggot Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots Lunch, punch, Hawaiin lyin Niggas ain't buyin ya story bore me Taerin up shit with fire, shooters, looters Now I got a lap-top computer I told you all what happened and you heard it, read it but all you could call me was anti-Semitic Regret it-nope, said it-yep Listen to my big black boots as I step Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push But your National Guard ain't hard You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what? We woulda teared this muthafucka up
Huh, make it rough! Huh Muggs, make it rough!
[Verse 3:]
It's on, gone with the wind and I know white men can't dunk Now I'm stealin blunts And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas Oh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the heaters Meet us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot Ready for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn't say Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow Don't do the crime if you can't do the time But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up slogan The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler Hittin up police killer The super duper nigga that'll buck We had to tear this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!
Huh, make it rough! Yo Muggs, make it rough Huh, make it rough Enough
Obviously you do, otherwise you wouldn't have clicked. Like I said before, the truth can hurt
Post by zoiderburger on Jun 17, 2014 20:51:00 GMT -5
Here's one about murdering government officials. The hate just does not stop from Ice Cube (he so cold)
"I Wanna Kill Sam"
"The army is the only way out for a young black teenager. We'll provide you with housing. We'll provide you with education. We'll provide you with everything you need to survive in life. We'll help you to be the best soldier in the U.S. of A."
"Because we do more before 7 A.M. than most niggers do in their whole lifetime."
[Verse One] I wanna kill him, cause he tried to play me like the trick but you see, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with I got the A to the motherfuckin K, and it's ready to rip Slapped in my banana clip And I'm lookin.. (lookin..) Is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or Brooklyn? It seems like he got the whole country behind him so it's sort of hard to find him But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out Cause the shit he did was uncalled for tried to fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore And that shit ain't fly So now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by And when you hear this shit, it make the world say "DAMN! .. I wanna kill Sam."
"Do the niggaz run this moth-er-fuck-er?" [repeat 2X]
[door knocking] "Momma!! Some man at the front do'!" "Sit yo' ass down." "Uhh hi.. I have reason to believe that someone in this household has just turned eighteen, am I correct?"
[Verse Two] Here's why I wanna kill the punk cause he tried to take a motherfuckin chunk of the funk He came to my house, I let 'em bail in cause he said he was down with the L.M. He gave up a little dap then turned around, and pulled out a gat I knew it was a caper I said, "Please don't kill my mother," so he raped her Tied me up, took me outside and I was thrown in a big truck And it was packed like sardines Full of niggaz, who fell for the same scheme Took us to a place and made us work all day and we couldn't have shit to say Broke up the families forever and to this day black folks can't stick together And it's odd.. Broke us down, made us pray - to his God And when I think about it, it make me say "DAMN! .. I wanna kill Sam."
"I'm comin!" [repeat 3X]
[Verse Three] Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me and hang me by a rope til my neck snapped Now the sneaky motherfucker wanna ban rap and put me under dirt or concrete But God, can see through a white sheet Cause you the devil in drag You can burn your cross well I'll burn your flag Try to give me the H-I-V so I can stop makin babies like me And you're givin dope to my people chump Just wait til we get over that hump Cause yo' ass is grass cause I'ma blast Can't bury rap, like you buried jazz Cause we stopped bein whores, stop doin floors So bitch you can fight your own wars So if you see a man in red white and blue gettin janked by the Lench Mob crew It's a man who deserves to buckle I wanna kill Sam cause he ain't my motherfuckin Uncle!
"We've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "That's correct." "We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "That's correct." "We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "That's correct."
Post by runninglouisville on Jun 17, 2014 20:54:15 GMT -5
Are you the same dickbag that was hating on Ice Cube before? Listen: black people have gotten some shit in this life. For hundreds of years. If they want to lash out because of what was done them, then fucking fine. Let them. It wasn't me and it's still not me trying to keep them down, but fuck it, they have a history that has left them bitter and they can rap about that if they want to. Doesn't make me mad, I'd be mad as hell, too, if I were them. So get off your goddamn high horse and realize that music is expression and not everything in humanity is happy and joyful. Goddamn dude give it a rest.
Here's one about murdering government officials. The hate just does not stop from Ice Cube (he so cold)
"I Wanna Kill Sam"
"The army is the only way out for a young black teenager. We'll provide you with housing. We'll provide you with education. We'll provide you with everything you need to survive in life. We'll help you to be the best soldier in the U.S. of A."
"Because we do more before 7 A.M. than most niggers do in their whole lifetime."
[Verse One] I wanna kill him, cause he tried to play me like the trick but you see, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with I got the A to the motherfuckin K, and it's ready to rip Slapped in my banana clip And I'm lookin.. (lookin..) Is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or Brooklyn? It seems like he got the whole country behind him so it's sort of hard to find him But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out Cause the shit he did was uncalled for tried to fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore And that shit ain't fly So now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by And when you hear this shit, it make the world say "DAMN! .. I wanna kill Sam."
"Do the niggaz run this moth-er-fuck-er?" [repeat 2X]
[door knocking] "Momma!! Some man at the front do'!" "Sit yo' ass down." "Uhh hi.. I have reason to believe that someone in this household has just turned eighteen, am I correct?"
[Verse Two] Here's why I wanna kill the punk cause he tried to take a motherfuckin chunk of the funk He came to my house, I let 'em bail in cause he said he was down with the L.M. He gave up a little dap then turned around, and pulled out a gat I knew it was a caper I said, "Please don't kill my mother," so he raped her Tied me up, took me outside and I was thrown in a big truck And it was packed like sardines Full of niggaz, who fell for the same scheme Took us to a place and made us work all day and we couldn't have shit to say Broke up the families forever and to this day black folks can't stick together And it's odd.. Broke us down, made us pray - to his God And when I think about it, it make me say "DAMN! .. I wanna kill Sam."
"I'm comin!" [repeat 3X]
[Verse Three] Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me and hang me by a rope til my neck snapped Now the sneaky motherfucker wanna ban rap and put me under dirt or concrete But God, can see through a white sheet Cause you the devil in drag You can burn your cross well I'll burn your flag Try to give me the H-I-V so I can stop makin babies like me And you're givin dope to my people chump Just wait til we get over that hump Cause yo' ass is grass cause I'ma blast Can't bury rap, like you buried jazz Cause we stopped bein whores, stop doin floors So bitch you can fight your own wars So if you see a man in red white and blue gettin janked by the Lench Mob crew It's a man who deserves to buckle I wanna kill Sam cause he ain't my motherfuckin Uncle!
"We've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "That's correct." "We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "That's correct." "We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "That's correct."
Are you the same dickbag that was hating on Ice Cube before? Listen: black people have gotten some shit in this life. For hundreds of years. If they want to lash out because of what was done them, then fucking fine. Let them. It wasn't me and it's still not me trying to keep them down, but fuck it, they have a history that has left them bitter and they can rap about that if they want to. Doesn't make me mad, I'd be mad as hell, too, if I were them. So get off your goddamn high horse and realize that music is expression and not everything in humanity is happy and joyful. Goddamn dude give it a rest.
Sounds like Ice Cube's (he so cold) hate is contagious.
I guess when you listen to hate speech all the time, it starts to sound good to you.
Are you the same dickbag that was hating on Ice Cube before? Listen: black people have gotten some shit in this life. For hundreds of years. If they want to lash out because of what was done them, then fucking fine. Let them. It wasn't me and it's still not me trying to keep them down, but fuck it, they have a history that has left them bitter and they can rap about that if they want to. Doesn't make me mad, I'd be mad as hell, too, if I were them. So get off your goddamn high horse and realize that music is expression and not everything in humanity is happy and joyful. Goddamn dude give it a rest.
Sounds like Ice Cube's (he so cold) hate is contagious.
I guess when you listen to hate speech all the time, it starts to sound good to you.
You are the worst. You are the woooorst. #RadiatePunchZoiderBurgerintheface (out of love for everyone who is being forced to deal with this dildong)
Edit: The "(he so cold)" inserts are getting me pretty weak, though.
