Looking for a good new rap song...

[Zod]

OK so I am looking for a great new rap song and need your help finding it.

Here are some terms:

- Rapper must not at any point in the song brag about his/her wealth

- Rap must tell an interesting story or have some social relevance

Thanks in advance.

[Samuel L. Jackson]

[Panthro]

[Panthro]

[Panthro]

[OnlyPantherFaninMaine]

Just listen to the Nas' first album "Illmatic."

Problem solved.

[Samuel L. Jackson]

Am I the only one that saw "new" in the title and thread?

Of course, it could be new to Zod, or new as in current, but I took it to be the latter...

[Captroop]

I can't think of the name of it, maybe someone here knows. I think it's by Little Brother.

It's an autobiographical story about a kid coming up through the gang ranks. He is tasked to do a gang murder, which he does. And then we he examines the body it turns out to be a kid he knows and was childhood friends with.

[boney]

There once was a song called "Arrest The President."

Contemporary music, a hit with the kids, it was a top ten.

I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus a bit,

But politics was on everybody's hot this summer list.

The cool kids were all rocking votes,

I poo you not, I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop. [booyea!]

On my soap box yelling into megaphones.

Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.

Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches

The day that Chris Columbus got crucified on golden arches.

My pedestal was too tall to climb off,

In fact that's the reason for the high horse.

And from up here I see Marines and Hummers on a conquest;

Underdogs with wonderbras in a push-up contest,

All for the sake of military recruitment.

It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students,

I galloped off whistling "Ohio."

The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention.

What would they die for? (repeat)

Is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor?

An abominable colony of cyborgs?

Clogging up the property that I bought with eyesores?

That clever ad campaign ain't worth

The time taken from minimum wage labor;

I don't care how half-naked or fake she looks,

She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books.

What would she die for?

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.

Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder;

Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness.

Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density,

It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny.

The West Memphis 3 lost paradise,

It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies.

All I wanted was a fuging Pepsi.

Institution.

Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry.

If they could sell sanity in a bottle

They'd be charging for compressed air,

And marketing healthcare.

They demonize welfare,

Middle class eliminated,

Rich get richer til the poor get educated.

But some of y'all still haven’t grown into your face,

And your face doesn't quite match your head.

And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left,

You're all, "Give me ethnicity or give me dreads."

Trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm,

Cause when push turns to shove

You jump into your forefathers arms.

He's a banker, you're part of the system,

Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income.

The briefcase (the freebase)

The sickness (the symptom)

When the cameras start rollin' stay the fug outta the picture pilgrim!

The briefcase (the freebase)

The sickness (the symptoms)

When the cameras start rollin'...

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.

Mr. Save The World, spare us the details,

Save the females from losing interest.

And Miss Save The Universe,

You're a damsel in distress,

Tied down to a track of isolated incidents.

Generalize my disease,

I need a taste of what it's like.

Living off the fat of kings,

I play the scab at your hunger strike.

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em.

One love, one life, one too many victims.

Republicrat, Democran, one party system.

Media goes in a frenzy,

They're stripped of their credentials.

Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.

Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all,

When the music’s dead, I'll have Ted Nugent’s head hangin' on my wall.

Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours.

With some friendly fire, that’s a funny term, like civil war.

Six in the morning, police at my crib.

Now my nights consist of two toothpicks and eyelids.

The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated.

New flavored food made of mutated hybrids.

Uh, they tell me that it's not that bad.

It fugs you up good, but its not that bad.

They hold on to these tales till it's the dog that wags.

God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag.

Who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords?

Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword?

It's the same who complain about the global war,

But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for.

They call the shots

(but they're not in the line of fire).

I call the cops

(but they're breakin the line of duty).

Lets call a stop to the abuse of authority.

The truth keeps callin' me, and I'ma live to tell the story.

So look for truth, quit seeking forgiveness.

You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors.

You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?

Just bring home my motherfugin' brothers and sisters.

Cause they don't call the shots

(but they're in the line of fire).

I'd like to call the cops

(but they're breakin' the line of duty).

It's time to call a stop

(To the abuse of authority).

The truth keeps calling me

And I'ma live to tell the story.

[Meadow superstar

That is what you are

Coming from a farm

Reaching with your arm

Come away with me

To another ranch

We can rely on a tree-branch

(Greeting is on)]

[Captroop]

[Zod]

Am I the only one that saw "new" in the title and thread?

Of course, it could be new to Zod, or new as in current, but I took it to be the latter...

Plenty of great old rap, looking for great new rap.

KRS1, NAS, Public Enemy, hel even tupac all had great songs.

[Samuel L. Jackson]

listen to Tech N9ne, Brother Ali, Immortal Technique, Little Brother, and me and my coworker (lol, okay, this poo is old too, but it is good poo) http://myspace.com/theproducedepartment

[Samuel L. Jackson]

The song "16 bars entry" on that page was our entry for a contest that was postponed and then cancelled by Hurricane Katrina... We would have SOOO won that poo! It was being judged by Timberland, Luke, and L'il John... You had to pick from like 6 samples (2 from each judge) and record your 16 bars to it... My post-production skills on that track were amazing...

The lyrics (dude is still my coworker, and is still rapping) are beastly too... Again, we had this poo won, hands down!

If 16 what y'all want, that ain't askin' for much

It's like askin' a cripple kid to just walk with a crutch

Yo this rap "ish" I don't take it lightly

I drops it the right way with a style colder than the ice age

The block ain't safe when I'm cuttin' some corners

Cause I deliver that hot poo, made to order

Whether the Bible or the Torah, my verses surpass that

With a mic in my hand I get Desert Storm flashbacks

Yo eff what cat's sayin

My whole flow engagement

will chew 'em up and spit 'em out just like Copenhagen

Put my Timbs on and pull hoes like Luke

Scream on 'em like L'il John when they front on me dude

Kick lines like Kung Fu

Whole crews I'll subdue

Yo, what Coppo has done, no one could ever undo

This is just a preview, a little simple walk through

If you want it hot like barbecue, I'd be the man to talk to...

Holler!

[Ja Rhule]

*Verse 1*

I've been so lonely girl, I've been so sad and down

Couldn't understand why haters joked around

I wanted to be free with other creatures like me

And now I got my wish, cause i know that I'm a gay fish (gay fish)

*Chorus*

(Gay fish Yo) mother fugin' gay fish

(I'm a fish yo) goin' on a gay fish

(It's alright girl) makin' love to other gay fish

*Verse 2*

All those lonely nights at the grocery store

In the frozen fish aisle feelin' like a *****

Cause I wasn't being true

Even though everyone said that I had to make a switch

(Gay fish) now I know that I'm a gay fish (gay fish)

*Chorus*

(Gay fish Yo) mother fugin' gay fish

(I'm a fish yo) Goin' on a gay fish

(Now I'm where i belong girl) makin' love to other gay fish

*Verse 3 Rap*

I used to be scared, denying who I was

Acting straight but then going out to the gay fish clubs

Dancing with the Marlins making out with the all the Snappers

I'd take a Salmon home and work that Coddle Fin for hours

But now I'm out and I'm free to love what I want

Be it Yellow Fin or Bass or them trout in Vermont

I slapped that Holland ass, make that Grouper butt shake

I'll come to your house and have an orgy in your motherfugin' fish tank (fish tank, fish tank)

*Chorus*

Mother fugin' gay fish

(I'm a fish yo) Goin' on a gay fish

(Yeah now I'm where i belong girl) makin' love to other gay fish

*Verse 4*

I really get around I'm the slut of the sea

When i say I've got crabs I mean it literally

I was eating dinner and just had to go down on that Mackerel on the dish

Cause I'm the gayest of the gay fish (gay fish)

*Chorus*

Mother fugin' gay fish

(I'm a fish yo) Goin' on a gay fish

Yeah now I'm where i belong girl

*Verse 5*

But I gotta settle down I can't be a *****

I ain't gonna just sleep with any fish no more

I've found me a lover, a brother who's a cross-dressing Cod named Trish

And together we are gay fish (gay fish)

*Chorus*

(Gay fish yo) motherfugin' gay fish

(I'm a fish yo) goin' on a gay fish

(Yeah, now I'm where i belong girl) makin' love to other gay fish

(Gay fish, gay fish, gay fish, gay fish, gay fish, gay fish...)