“Look how far we done fell…”: The Demise of Hip-Hop

January 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people were behavin’ like they oughtta good
There lived a lil’ boy who was misled
By another lil’ boy – and this is what he said:
“Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna make sum cash
Robbin’ old folks and makin’ tha dash”
They did the job, money came with ease
But one couldn’t stop, it’s like he had a disease
He robbed another and another and a sister and her brother
Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover

Slick Rick – ‘Children’s Story’ (1988)


Rack City bitch Rack-Rack City bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
100 deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw you don’t know who you fucking wit?
Got my other bitch fucking wit my other bitch
Fucking all night nigga we ain’t celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain’t selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
Gold leather man last king killing shit
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Get ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is

Tyga – ‘Rack City’ (2011)


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