(Source: jslyde, via the-teenage-misfit)

NaS- “Trust”

[Intro]
It’s like a cold story repeated over and over
In the winters of my mind
This shit be real man
Shit’s crazy out here
Yo yo, yo what up y’all
That’s my niggas over there
Word
 
[Verse 1]
If you scared to take chances
You’ll never have the answers

I could tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his hands is
Is he gonna cock it and pop it
His waistband big
But he don’t have that thing in him
Slanging just ain’t in him
Body language is off, he’s soft
But soft niggas all a sudden start dumping, fronting
Cause he feel a way

My niggas say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga looking
Laying with the milli
Who that over there, creeping
Who homie by the tree
Better safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell fore they creep on me
It’s a lesson every premonition
Lotta niggas killed ‘cause they wasn’t paying attention
Listen

 
[Hook]
I want a bitch I can trust
Some niggas I can trust
Accountants looking over my figures I can trust
A lawyer that’s fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my nigga trust
I can never get enough
A Ruger I can trust
Shooters I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I can’t trust you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas’ true colors becoming clear more
 
[Verse 2]
It’s been so long
Can’t remember how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause guns went off
I see your mom’s she still speak
She don’t know I ain’t cool with her son no more
It’s old shit, see forever we holding this grudge
Takes real men to squash beef
End it with hugs

We buried our dead, been years
Why should I worry bout him
Constantly watching my back
Plus niggas telling I dread
Another day I put a family in black
Though I be calm and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will come back
Even if I’m in the right
Cause still a life is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in dirt
It’s quite redundant
Whether you the hunter or the hunted

Mother’s cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my niggas’ names
I wonder will it change
Let’s ride
 
[Hook]
 
[Verse 3]
It’s rare I listen to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar can’t relate to what an eagle envisions

From the mind of a man who went at it with killers
Sit down little man
Let me school you in hood business
Seen a lotta niggas blow
Lotta dreams folded
Some wasn’t humble, ate too much, got bloated
Ain’t too much left to buy
Bought it I’m loaded I guess
Lear jets
I ask myself do I need love or success

They say the artist that truly suffers
His stuff is the best

Cause his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain pistols and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, swearing at it

Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me life is short
So from infant to geriatric
Trust your own judgment
Live with it and love it

 
[Hook] 

throwsbeforehoes:

For the family!

graffiti garages in Tacoma. I miss the NWMCL

throwsbeforehoes:

For the family!

graffiti garages in Tacoma. I miss the NWMCL

Kanye West- “All Falls Down”
classic

What happen Hiphop?

sincerely-soul:

djzzero:

Remember back when hip hop and rap were about life experiences and the feelings and connections people had and made trying to navigate themselves in this world we live in? Life poetry with good music in the background? Now we have nothing but these bastards that only care about their image and talking about fucking or making money or killing or doing drugs. Hip Hop taught people good life lessons, rap today just leads people down the wrong path in life.

true!

Tags: hip hop rap truth

xahhx:

Hemingway

when my lyrics are the best

xahhx:

Hemingway

when my lyrics are the best

(via monalisaofhiphop)

“If Heaven was a mile away, And you could ride by the gates, Would you try to run inside when it opens, would you try to die today?”

(Source: monalisaofhiphop)

NaS featuring Rick Ross - Accident Murderers

been peepin’ all of NaS’ leaked shit lately, and I must say

that its dope. Him and Frank Ocean have 7 out of 10 most downloaded singles this week. Can’t wait for his album now. He’s still got it. Top 5 in storytelling dead or alive. believe that.

scream on em

scream on em

Macklemore- “Wings”

THIS is what Hip Hop should be like. coming from Seattle, WA. Northwest Hip Hop is coming up

LYRICS

I was seven years old, when I got my first pair
And I stepped outside
And I was like, Momma, this air bubble right here, it’s gonna make me fly
I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high
I touched the net, Mom I touched the net, this is the best day of my life

Air Maxes were next
That air bubble, that mesh
The box, the smell, the stuffin, the tread, in school
I was so cool

I knew that I couldn’t crease ‘em
My friends couldn’t afford ‘em
Four stripes on their Adidas

On the court I wasn’t the best, but my kicks were like the pros
Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo
Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope

And then my friend Carlos’ brother got murdered for his fours, whoa
See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted a Starter coat though
Didn’t wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello
You’d get clowned for those Pro Wings, with the velcro
Those were not tight

I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, cause I wanted to be like Mike, right
Wanted to be him
I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim
I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in
I wanted what he had, America, it begins

 
Chorus:
I want to fly
Can you take me far away
Give me a star to reach for
Tell me what it takes
And I’ll go so high
I’ll go so high
My feet won’t touch the ground
Stitch my wings
And pull the strings
I bought these dreams
That all fall down

 
We want what we can’t have, commodity makes us want it
So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it
Got to show ‘em, so exclusive, this that new shit

A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in
Look at me, look at me, I’m a cool kid
I’m an individual, yea, but I’m part of a movement
My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it
They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said
Look at what that swoosh did

See it consumed my thoughts
Are you stupid, don’t crease ‘em, just leave ‘em in that box
Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk
That’s my air bubble and I’m lost, if it pops

We are what we wear, we wear what we are
But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all
Will I stand for change, or stay in my box
These Nikes help me define me, and I’m trying to take mine, off
 
Chorus:
I want to fly
Can you take me far away
Give me a star to reach for
Tell me what it takes
And I’ll go so high
I’ll go so high
My feet won’t touch the ground
Stitch my wings
And pull the strings
I bought these dreams
That all fall down 
 
They started out, with what I wear to school
That first day, like these are what make you cool
And this pair, this would be my parachute
So much more than just a pair of shoes
Nah, this is what I am
What I wore, this is the source of my youth
This dream that they sold to you
For a hundred dollars and some change
Consumption is in the veins

And now I see it’s just another pair of shoes…

"Normally its just me and my lonely mind, everyone’s storm is different so this forecast is only mine"

— Joe Budden

Lauryn Hill “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You”

"I figured folk around me would learn to take it better, instead of tryna change me, I been this way forever"

— Joe Budden