RHHR’s Favorite Hip-Hop “Rolas” Spring 2011

Freeway, The Narcicyst, Omar Offendum, Amir Sulaiman, Ayah, & Sami Matar – #Jan25  Omar Offendum: “I heard em say the revolution wont be televised, Aljazeera proved em wrong, twitter has him paralyzed, 80 million strong and ain’t no longer gonna be terrorized, organized, mobilized, vocalized, on the side of truth, Um il-Dunya’s living proof, that its a matter of time before the chicken is home to roost, Bouazizi lit the…and it slowly ignited the fire within Arab people to fight it from Tunis to Khan Younis”

Saul Williams – Ohm “niggaz be like spinning windmills, braiding hair, locking, popping, as the sonic force of the soul keeps the planets rocking, the beat don’t stop when, soulless matter blows into the cosmos, trying to be stars, the beat don’t stop when Earth sends out satellites to spy on Saturnites and control Mars, cause niggaz got a peace treaty with Martians and we be keepin em up to date with sacred gibberish like ‘sho nuff’ and ‘it’s on’ the beat goes on, the beat goes on, the beat goes ‘ohm’”

Paris – Side Effect “all I wanna do is feel better, but the red, white, and blue got it set up, so the doctors and nurses ain’t care for us, unless they workin with the county welfare for us, it’s just basketball, alcohol, and jail for us, and a funky ass mess to access health care for us, in the hood we don’t pay it no attention, cuz its just another way for you to bury us”

C-Rayz Walz – Guns and Butter “go back upstairs, eat your mac-cheese and fishsticks, you not 50, you gon die tryin to get rich”

Lady Sovereign – My England “it ain’t about the tea and biscuits, I’m one of those English misfits, I don’t drink tea I drink spirits, and I talk a lot of slang in my lyrics, these goes a horse, horses for courses, nah more like corpses on corners, and Staffordshire Bull Terriers and late night crawlers, police carry guns not truncheons, make your own assumptions, London ain’t all crumpets and trumpets, it’s one big slum pit”

Shapeshifters – Catch the Buzz “this irreversible imprint gets dusted for the ID, I curse content so maybe that’s why I be, slightly self destructive, ah what the fuck kid? just live and let live, cuz is what is, is and what was, what was, and we’ll do what we must just to catch this buzz”

Nocando – Head Static “you know my steez, no gimmicks, no tricks, check both my sleeves, the facial expression on my old ID is so cool in this bitch like a cold night breeze, and my old nikes and old white-Ts, I direct this scene cuz I’m so Spike Lee, maybe even Paul Haggis, the fact is, Los Angeles, we’re all crashin, small traffic, mall madness, fall fashions, raw savages, random acts of violence, over-indulgence, drugs in vaginas, we got it to a science”

2Mex – My Intro Won’t Destroy You “deep in my heart I know that it’s true, 2Mex, my fan-base will destroy you, 2Mex, I’m so fresh, LA underground George Lopez…what the fuck ever happen to Habeas Corpus, yup, we critical thinkin, while you hittin your blinker, cuz we accient Mayas and Incas, saying shit you never think of”

GZA/The Genius – Liquid Swords “I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe, on some wild out shit, to insert a fiend, but it was yo out the shop stolen art, catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart, I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt, shit’s played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt, that’s minimum, and feminine like sandals, my minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble, energy is felt once the cards are dealt with the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts, that attack, the mic-phones like cyclones or typhoon, I represent from midnight to high noon, I don’t waste ink, nigga I think, I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink, cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed, clouds of smoke of natural blends of weed”

Kool Keith – Earth People “first patient, pull out the skull, remove the cancer, breakin his back, chisel necks for the answer, supersonic bionic robot voodoo power, equator ex my chance to flex skills on Ampex, with power meters and heaters gauge anti-freeze, Octagon oxygen, aluminum intoxicants, more ways to blow blood cells in your face, react with four bombs and six fire missiles, armed with seven rounds of space doo-doo pistols, you may not believe, livin on the Earth planet”

Eddie Blunt & DJ Jah Skanks – Irie love “from the Frisco Bay to Diego’s Mission Bay, always doin the Cali way”

Emcee Lynx (of Beltaine’s Fire) – Bad Luck “ayo the luck of the Irish is about to kick in, ripin and spittin, Lynx ain’t a kitten, a wildcat comin with claws and ferocity, rippin the mic you can’t clock my velocity, fuck luck, we tearin the track up, and fuck a politician, all them bitches corrupt, can’t even make a case, cuz it’s open and shut, can’t fuck with the news, turn it off in disgust, this is bad luck, like George Bush’s second election, like bad luck for pigs when I step in the section”

2pac – Holla If Ya Hear Me “so we live like caged beasts, waitin for the day to let the rage free, still me, til they kill me, I love it when they fear me – Holla if ya hear me!”

Jasiri X & M-1 (of Dead Prez) – We All Shall Be Free M-1: “it’s a simple math equation, its scientific okay, you put the power in the hands of the people, its liberation, and even if you take it away its multiplication, repression breeds resistance and this is our situation, I’m an expert on exploitation, master of ghetto misery, a miracle of modern enslavement given our history, the fire through the wire, bullets, bombs, and the liars, the snitches, the counter-insurgency, mad vicious, they killin the freedom fighters, but cant kill the revolution, they put crack in our community, laughin like its amusin”

MC Ren – Still Ain’t Free “who that nigga you can call to spit some shit and ain’t scared of the government, you niggas lovin’ it, we spread out, in different positions, tryin’ to break these muthafuckas outta prison, listen, mayday on the front line, nigga we G’s up in the game, we bust ’till we flatline, then they want my black ass to rock the vote, they want as many niggas they can to fill the boat, but these house niggas, go fight in Iraq, cryin to they mamma now they wanna come back, shouldn’t took your black ass in the service and fuck if I make you nervous”

Arabian Knightz & Fredwreck – Not Your Prisoner (Egypt’s Revolution Song) “they droppin bombs over Baghdad, Libyan, Afghan, Palestinian…Mr. Politician, I gotta lil question, how come you are eatin and all your peoples isn’t? I am on a mission to bring about it, its risen, if you wit me, share my vision, and start by savin the children”

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony – 1st of tha Month “better lay low, cuz the po-po creep when they roll slow, if you can’t get away better toss that yayo, keep your bankroll, yeah we havin a celebration, I love to stay high and you better believe when it’s time to grind I’m down for mine crime after crime, fin to creep to the pad cause mom’s got grub on the grill, if we got the food, you know it’s the 1st of the month and my nigga we chills fo real”

Lloyd Banks & Eminem – Where I’m At “I’ve had it for the last time, your actions got me hot as my last rhyme, your options will either get put out greenwich or as fine, fine just aint gon cut it, drama is what you’re in love with”

Wiley – The Game “I came in the game with no girlfriend and I’ll be leavin the game with no girlfriend”

Casual, Rock Marciano, Tragedy Khadafi, Vordul Mega – Think Differently “it go: gangsta-gangsta, thug, killa, I’m the Black Panther that shot the drug dealer, I live on the block, where dudes bust they knots, ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks, Niggaz hop my fence to run from cops, shit, I’m a nigga too, so I know how niggaz do, keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence, you only been involved in domestic violence, nigga, I chase Remy with Long Islands, catch us in the club, doing them wrong, wildin, it’s the microphone marvelous, Marvin Haggler, it’s so obvious, in the lobby, suavely dressed”

Redman – Time 4 Sum Aksion “I’ma hit you with the funk force that makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile, brotha, then strike a pose like Madonna, my moms kicked me out because I did what I wanta, the original P-Funk chump, known for chunks of funk in ur skull cap cuz my jaw snaps with the raw raps”

The A-Team – Me & My Main “who framed the Blowed? it was the 5-0, sabotage, they workin for the enemy, but they can’t conquer this energy, me and my main, run this thang, me and my bros, doin these shows, styles they’ve claimed, how they’ve changed, we still pros, through these flows”


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