Violent Hip Hop lyrics and artists

Violent Hip
Hop Lyrics and Artist

Hit man
number one:

Lupe Fiasco
Lyrics

“Words I
Never Said”

childs future was the first to go with budget cuts

you think that hurts then, wait here comes the uppercut

school was garbage in the first place, that's on the up and up

you at the bottom but tease you with the uppercrust

get it then they move it so you never keeping up enough

you turn on TV all you see’s a bunch of “what the fucks”

is dating so and so blabbering bout such and such

that ain't Jersey Shore, homie that's the news

these the same people that supposed to be telling us the truth”

strip was getting bombed, Obama didn’t say shit

why I ain't vote for him, next one either

a part of the problem, my problem is I’m peaceful

I believe in the people.”

about the liquor store but what you drinking liquor for?

about the gloom but when’d you pick a broom up?

listening to Pac ain't gone make it stop

rebel in your thoughts, ain't gon make it halt

you don’t become an actor you’ll never be a factor

with million side effects

em when the pains felt

them down with Diet soda!

off your brain cells

banks around the World

gladly give a loan today

if you ever miss a payment

can take your home away!”

think that all the silence is worse than all the violence

is such a weak emotion that's why I despise it

scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth

scared of what you think of me, I’m scared of even telling you

I’m like the only person I feel safe to tell it to

locked inside a cell in me, I know that there’s a jail in you

this your bailing out, so take a breath, inhale a few

screams is finally getting free, my thoughts is finally yelling through”

Hmmm;
that was some ignorant stuff right there.

Lowkey

“Hands
On Your Gun”

[Intro:]

one is dedicated to the suit-wearing arms dealers

the champagne-sipping depleted uranium droppers”

1:]

in my scope is BAE Systems

in killing people from a distance

is a drug and they feed the addiction

deletion of people’s existence

says what is and what isn’t legitimate resistance

push the buttons you don’t need a brave heart

of the art darts leave more than your face scarred

might impress an A&R; with your fake bars

you probably think Rolls Royce only make cars

is for the colonizers turned bomb-providers

this beef all the way back to Oppenheimer

call it warfare but your wars aren’t fair

they were there’d be suicide bombers in Arms Fairs

for the funds, they will mangle your son

you try to speak out they will stamp on your tongue

your land they will come till you stand up as one

begun

2:]

in my scope is Lockheed Martin

will tell you when the bombs need blastin’

think, just listen to the songs, keep dancin’

they really want us to have our own brains

do you think is really running Guantanamo Bay

it might be sensitive but I’ll mention it

do you think has got us filling out the censuses

do you think is handing out the sentences

ain’t the BBC so there’s no censorship

of many mercenaries gettin’ with the clever pimp

a gun seller but none’s better than Erik Prince

money off many things, mainly it’s crime

one is dedicated to the Raytheon 9

for the funds, they will mangle your son

you try to speak out they will stamp on your tongue

your land they will come till you stand up as one

begun

Hit
Man Number 3:

Akala

“Find
No Enemy”

Apparently

second generation, black Caribbean, and half-white Scottish

that means

lately I feel confused with the boxes,

to me all they do is breed conflict,

not that I've lost touch with reality of racism, sexism and nationality,

to me it all seems like insanity,

must I rob you of your humanity

feel good about mine,

all about crime, dehumanizing is how I justify 'em,

I must keep on lying about the history of Africa,

I can live the with massacres

repeat my mantra: Muslim, terrorist,

I can sleep at night as bombs take flight,

open wide but I'm blind to the sight

busy chasing the perfect life.

the working class keep them uneducated

educated man could never be a racist,

educate is to draw out what is within

we not all the same under the skin?

got a heart like yours that pumps blood and oxygen

insecurities, a whole lot of them,

scared like you deep down,

really do care that the world is not fair like you,

I don't even believe my own prayers like you,

career going nowhere like you,

in a fog of my own insecurities I hold myself up as an image of purity,

I judge everybody else by the colour of their skin or the size of their wealth

it's not good for my health as the only one I ever really judge is myself

oppressor must suffer like the oppressed though I pretend I'm in control of
this mess

inflating my ego, puffing my chest

see a weakness and need to show strength

what we think strong is, 'cause if we're honest,

strength is the strength to be honest

if I'm honest, I am just tired

I'm honest, I am just tired,

of every day filling up my car and knowing that I'm paying for the bombs in
Iraq;

of pretending it don't hurt my heart, of wanting change, not knowing where to
start;

of listening to all the conditioning and all the forms they got me filling in.

time you see what you think is a thug and despise him,

know, I was just like him,

I was like eight first time I saw crack, same time I first smoked weed choking
on blowbacks,

time I saw knives penetrate flesh it was meat cleavers to the back of the head,

I grew and teenage years passed many more knives pierced and the shots blast

I ain't saying I had the worst upbringing but there's a million young men just
like me in prison

complain about racism and elevate clowns with their trousers down swinging
their dick round,

that is not quite literal but everything they do is just as stereotypical,

my real fans I feel your pain and I get the messages but don't complain

we ain't got more fame we're playing our part,

can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,

can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,

can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,

it black radio, don't make laugh, so is black music all about tits and arse?

don't represent nothing, you're just pretending,

was the last time you ever played Hendrix?

Miles Davis, or John Coultrain, or Ella Fitzgerald, or Billie Holliday;

can call it urban, to me that's cool,

urban means street, that includes jazz too, and rock for that matter

ask Mick Jagger or Jimmy Page what they were listening to - the blues

discrediting love Zeppelin too; just giving credit where credit is due

blood soaked word rappers still use,

it really shows is we still self abuse,

was the word that was used to kill Kelso Cochrane and Emmett Till

was the word that the conscience eased,

made people pleased to hung you from trees

was the word that let the whips crack

matter what you say you can't take it back

I can say they're black so I feel their pain easier but 1915 look at Armenia,

the whole world this human stupidity that we choke ourselves to death quite
literally?

I can talk with my comfortable mouth,

my comfortable clothes in my comfortable house

tables will turn, we can not stall them

empire on this earth has fallen

unless we can find another way

not today but it will come one day,

it may sound like I'm bitter but in fact truth be told I am quite the opposite,

wake every day and I'm overwhelmed just to be alive and be like no one else

the sheer weight of the thought of space is enough to keep my little ego in
place

that we chase and try to replace

along it was right in our face,

only we the only way we can ever change anything

to look in the mirror and to find no enemy,

only way we can ever change anything,

in the mirror and to find no enemy.