Underground hiphop
Lately my taste in music has shifted from rock/alt to underground hiphop, not that mainstream shit being passed off as music these days. Anybody have any suggestions for some new stuff? I am really digging cyne, king geedorah, DL Incognito, gang starr, etc.
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Atmosphere
Immortal Technique |
Sage Francis
Mac Lethal |
My favorite...
So much good/diverse shit out there! |
Vinnie paz, jedi mind tricks, Ill bill, la coka nostra, immortal technique, etc.
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I has more.
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Busdriver is a lot of fun.
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Kool Kieth. His older stuff is better.
Edit: apparently I fail. |
mystik journeymen living legends
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Atmosphere is one of my favorites
Loving Tech N9ne right now |
Do you know any good raps about gainful employment or property ownership? |
Half of the shit posted in this thread isn't underground.
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I see some good stuff listed already. It's not "underground" but different from what you would hear on the radio:
MC Paul Barman. This guy rhymes "Quetzalcoatl." Hustler - You may not like rap, but you will enjoy this guy. I promise. He does, in fact, rap about gainful employment and monogamous relationships (and far less PG subjects). Princess Superstar Lost Boyz (more "forgotten" than "underground") |
dead prez... not super 'underground' though.
Also, these guys are back LOLZ icy hot stuntaz, now christian rappers. |
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Love him or hate him, Rick Ross sells a lifestyle.
I'm treated like a king, When I'm down in Port-au-Prince, Bitch, I do my thang, That's one thing that they taught a prince, You get the boat, I get the dope, All my Zoes speak in codes, if you talk, you better talk money; Niggas beginners, Chef creole for dinner, Bulletproof the car, So fuck tintin' dem windows; I'm affiliated, Wit true warriors, Yeah, it's Ricky Ross, But I'm the glorious; Cocaine my game, I show you how to flip that thang The change, done came, The cars and cribs is all the same; I'm a drug dealer, Thug nigga, M I ya-yo, Ricky Ross trilla. |
God that's horrible. My shit from 3 weeks ago can write a better lyric.
Originally Posted by Pusha
(Post 684459)
Love him or hate him, Rick Ross sells a lifestyle.
I'm treated like a king, When I'm down in Port-au-Prince, Bitch, I do my thang, That's one thing that they taught a prince, You get the boat, I get the dope, All my Zoes speak in codes, if you talk, you better talk money; Niggas beginners, Chef creole for dinner, Bulletproof the car, So fuck tintin' dem windows; I'm affiliated, Wit true warriors, Yeah, it's Ricky Ross, But I'm the glorious; Cocaine my game, I show you how to flip that thang The change, done came, The cars and cribs is all the same; I'm a drug dealer, Thug nigga, M I ya-yo, Ricky Ross trilla. This is proper hip hop material. I'm seconds from meeting what the Mossberg had to offer And feed my thoughts of Christ to the altar I wake up on a red floor Axe in a dead whore My dick chewed up, why I let this bitch give me head for? Pigs tryin' ta kick down the door, I'm out for me Opened the sliding glass door and hopped off the balcony Fell 30 flights to cars on 10th Av. Landed on a FedEx-disguised meth lab And after it blew up I woke up and threw up Stuck my hand in my pants, my shit ain't chewed up Wiped the puke from my face Then leaved this place With a 4-5 in the waist At an elitist pace No breathing space I step out and show face Within 3 minutes I'm approached for H Then a shotgun to neck, now loose the weapon And my skull fragments painted the sky for seconds [Chorus] Back to my brain like my brain is a home While I roll with the fame I still aim at the throne All my peers all sleep and I'm the only one not weak Or am I unconscious dreaming I'm making a speech Is this reality or my memory getting mileage Am I staring at the sun or blood vessels in my eyelids Do I make music or is music making me Is this really all death or just my awakening I pick my head up, with a face full of drool Look around the classroom, now I'm some geek in high school Get fucked with in the hallway and can't do shit But write names on bullets and fill a few clips No need for rags and vodka, got a locker With enough fire-power to war with helicopters First click to pass, I'm clicking to release Each adolescent fist holding 4 police killers And I ain't paying for the clips I'm spendin' When I shoot up the crowd like a heroin convention Feds storm the building for the sick boy with balls Made of steel, put shit through toilet stalls See my teachers dead through holes in the door And alerted the cops outside, holdin' the floor I exit the bathroom, enter a vet parade Getting shot the fuck up but smoke some pig on the way [Chorus] I open up my eyes to get cracked in the face Six times, while I'm asked for combos to a safe My wife on the couch, dying, raped, in shock While the gunmen argue on where to take the Yacht Assuming I'm rich Playboy bitch My own boat And if I don't start speaking I'ma loose my throat They start chumming the water with my dead hoe and laugh Force me to see great whites snapped on the lower half Lobbed off my arm, threw it in, no guns to shoot Think of 3 past deaths and find an escape route All I have to do is wake up, lift the mast And get shot off the boat and my back to get whipped in half I wake up screamin' With a shotgun in church, feindin' To kill myself, but I don't know if I'm still dreamin' 50-50 chance I'ma die and go straight up Or straight to hell, either fuckin' way I'ma wake up! |
And cuz I'm big into dubstep right now. |
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