You are appreciated [Verse One: Tupac]When I was young me
and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though
back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that
could take my mama's place Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I
was a fool with the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my
baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And
even though we had different daddy's, the same drama When things went wrong
we'd blame mamaI reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin on
my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary? Heeey! I see the
penitentiary, one day And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch
me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mamaYou
always was a black queen, mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't
easy tryin to raise a man You always was committed A poor single mother on
welfare, tell me how ya did it There's no way I can pay you backBut the
plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated
Tupac is the second coming of christ. Lets all pray he keeps putting out albums. Greatest ever ever ever ever ever.
__________________ This is Hip-Hop: A Tribe Called Quest / Big Daddy Kane / De La Soul / Common Sense / Organized Konfusion / Eric B. & Rakim / Marley Marl / The Pharcyde / Public Enemy / Boogie Down Productions / EPMD / Kool G Rap / Brand Nubian / Grandmaster Flash and The Furious 5 / NWA / Main Source / KMD / Farm Fresh / Wu-Tang / Gang Starr / Cormega / Freestyle Fellowship / Pete Rock & CL Smooth / Juice Crew / KRS-One / The Roots / Ultramagnetic MC's / Jungle Brothers / Blackalicious / John Smith / MF Doom / El-P / Supastition / mcenroe / Qwel / Cannibal Ox / Madlib / Company Flow / Black Star / Mr. Lif / Brother Ali / J-Live / O.C. / Count Bass D / I Self Devine
I have a pretty good feeling that Tupac probably sold his soul to the devil then becoming the second coming of christ when you look at all the albums from him after his death.
__________________
“As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods, they kill us for their sport.”
ALBUM: Better Dayz SONG: Mama's Just A Little Girl YEAR: 2002
Young mothers That's right I feel ya (hey) I know how it is
(MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) Don't nobody understand I feel ya
[Verse 1: Tupac] She was .. Born A heavy set girl
with pig tails and curls A heart full of gold Still it won't change the
world Though she could never understand why Some underhanded plans,
witnessed a man die Was only 15 Should have been a beauty queen
Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got killed Little
girl don't cry 'Coz even though they died You can best believe they
watching over thee from the sky Never asked for this misery But look at
what you gettin' It's a blessing in disguise When you find out your
pregnant No money, no home And even though you all alone You'se got
to do this on your own So baby go on I wish you luck And if you need
me, call Just come to me and let me feed you all I can understand
The way it feels when you fighting the world Facing all this drama
When mama's just A little girl
[Verse
One:] Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings All my
peers doing years beyond drug dealing How many caskets can we
witness Before we see it's hard to live This life without God, so we must
ask forgiveness Ask mama why God deserved to die Witness the tears falling
free from my eyes Before she could reply Though we were born without a
silver spoon My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey)One
day I hope to make it A player in this game Mama don't cry, long as we
try Maybe things change Perhaps it's just a fantasy A life where we
don't need no welfare Shit with our whole family Maybe it's me that caused
it The fighting and the hurting In my room crying cause I didn't want to
be a burden Watch mama open up her arms to hugging And I ain't worried
bout a damn thang, with unconditionl love
ALBUM:Until The End Of Time SONG:Letter To My Unborn Child
YEAR: 2001
(Verse two)
Seems so complicated to escape fate And you can
never understand 'til we trade places Tell the world I feel guilty to bein
anxious Ain't no way in hell, that I could ever be rapist It's hard to
face this, cold world on a good day When will they let the little kids in the
hood play?I got shot five times but I'm still breathin Livin proof
there's a God if you need a reason Can I believe in my own fate Will I
raise my kids in the right, or the wrong way? Dear mama I'm a man now I
wanna make it on my own, not a handout Make way for a whirlwind
prophesized I wanna go in peace.. when I gotta die On these cold streets,
ain't no love, no mercy, and no friends In case you never see my face
again To my unborn child
[Tekniq]
This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent
It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant
Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence
Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent
We don't get down like them clowns and the kids
I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's?
I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery
Fortunately my music is never watery
That's how its gotta be, as far as I can see
Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy
It aint all about economy
so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me
Honestly, my number one policy is quality
never sell my soul is my philosophy
High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy
I told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' me
I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise
Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish
But still I never claim to be a big rap star
So no matter who you are its still Allah who act God
Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this
I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this
See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullshit walk
While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics
Whoever's on the microphone let it be known
You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler
You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this
And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this
Voice: (That is the Main theme)... scratching.. ( I wanna know something else)
[Senim Silla]
Get a grip on yourself cuz you ain't grippin mines
Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize
collide with this seranade cyanide you apply for Silla's high
The thing that makes killa's high
Hang 'em high by the gold link necktie
And drain 'em dry into tempest eye now you ain't God
so you ain't that high wanna be aeronautic
And get swatted for actin' fly
Masterminds crafty rhymes, I'll rip from drafty lines
that chill spines like the Alpines, runnin up on some natural binds
A close encounter of the worst kind
Go ask the cats that heard I'm lyrical turpentine
Who wanna taste mine I gotta carry hill on the wasteline
God give the bassline so let the phlegm fly
I survive seven-five through the M-ine, when I forcefully Jedi
On the wooze I red-eye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot dead-eye
Snooze crews bed bye, Mary lou flippin' I pistol pump grippin
I stompin, I semper-fi represent, temper high, signify
Walkin round ain't nothin similar
Like a Gemini, in this perimeter sublimin-ie
Cats be cut dry more why I wet guys
I be rainin precipitation 'til it's one inch your neck high
Less fly kids misguide, without an alibi
Who said you rap tight? You come unraveled by
Slice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pie
I'm learned in old schools of thought and shit you baffled by
Conceptual intellectual fireslide
Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rockslide
you musta forgot I, have your ass knockneed and cockeyed
Bruised, battered, broken up, walkin, cut dipped in peroxide
Death to the Pop Fly
__________________
Life is short and the art long, the occasion instant, experiment perilous, decision difficult.
If I remember correctly Hockey this thread is called TUPAC LYRICS and NOT anything else. Also I was not digging up Tupac's best lyrics but only some of the ones that move me personally. Got that?
KMC Community Forums
Aug 7th, 2004 02:26 PM
