I love clever lyrics that play off of the rest of the song. Here are some examples of rap that I do like and want to find more of.
I walk on decrepit bricks
And kick sticks and rusty soda cans
Simply for lack of better stimulation
Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations
(Thank you )
That's my pre-gratitude
Post-please leave me alone that's just my rude attitude
No dysfunction flipside, I'm just your ordinary citizen
They're waiting patiently for me to sin again, but then again (^^^^...)
I'm really mommy's little angel,
But that angel on my shoulder got strangled
For trying to tangle with his nemesis he caught him on the wrong day
And got cut like DJs spinning doubles -(let the ^^^^ing song play)
I'm on my way to the store,
Ignoring the city to purchase a pack of marb reds
With a stack of rolled pennies
I could go for Denny's, and my stomach holds plenty,
But my pockets got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty...
Quite simply put, me and my pockets share interest
I never fall in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress,
Twice (yeah right)
I learned my lesson the first time
I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision monochromes
With seven shades and twenty tones
Plus I breath artistic, they eating everything I'm feeding them
Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat medium
And results of my children
We share the same genes,
Cast the same reflection and interpret the same dreams.
Like whoa [x3]
Whoa [x7]
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign
Just to turn around and walk back
That's fine and dandy, but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking
...like... "thank god for walkmans"
I'm only yawning cause these simply minded
Mortals make me sleepy
So what do I do? I resort to TV
In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself
With lackluster images
And insignificant information like "Willis was really Ty Bridges"
Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversation,
And for lack of better stimulation
I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families
With gloomy faces rockin
"Don't Worry, Be Happy" t-shirts, and you're assuming I'm tasteless?
You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it
The basic essentials of a very bitter young man
That kicks rusty soda cans
And walks on decrepit bricks
With a permanent pair of headphones
Trying to make these lectures stick
I'll let the protestors picket,
Like they are going to make a difference
And watch them die before they realize that their cause was nonexistent
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
I walk on ^^^^ty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack
Reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose
My purpose got defeated when my mom turned paraplegic,
Plus I failed my civil service exam,
They said I cheated.
:not to mention tainted urine samples and the attention span of a second-grader
More fascinated with building blocks than wasting time stressing his daily lesson
Hence the ridilin I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one (one)
I stepped on the left cause rights wrong (wrong)
So what do I do?I resort to friendly games of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence
I'm none the richer, I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And I really love this song. It's more than talking about dealing drugs like most rappers. It seems to come from the heart and get to the source. I wish it was longer.
Pillmatic, three Xanies down, I'm pounding Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic
Thinking back on when it all started
I found pink hearts in mommy's little pocket book
And took em
Popping when she wasn't looking
I guess it runs in the family
I'm liable to eat any pill you randomly hand me
Save the greenery
I'm looking for them labels reading
May cause drowsiness be careful when operating machinery
Beautiful pharmaceuticals
Residue in my cuticles
Sniffing them with a suitable
Wishing they made em chewable
Catch me in the source with five pills next to my name
Like ^^^^ five mics I want five vic fame
If killing pain is the name of the game
Then I'm your number one draft pick
Dash quick to the closest medicine cabinet
Kill the whole bottle
Never played the role model position
I'm just living
So take 2 of these and call me in the morning
I'mma take 4 and finish this 40 cause life's boring
Pillmatic, three Xanies down, I'm pounding Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic
Keep the hydro unless it's codone behind it
Never have to roam far from home to find it
Writin' fake scripts like my doctor signed it
Till I spelled his last name wrong
This ain't a song for the kids like the last album
Put em to bed go ahead and turn the Valium up
A couple meds to ease the pain of the papercuts
The doctor says slow down maybe later buts
40 milligrams, a 40 and I'm faded
This world is crazy so I stay medicated
Percoset, Ativan, and Klonopin
When my social lights are out
They turn them on again
I'll eat em till I'm born again
Oxycontin, orange juice and gin
Equals projectile wild style burner on a porcelain
Pillmatic, three Xanies down, I'm pounding Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic
If you liked those, there is plenty of underground stuff you might like.
