Rap lyrics
If you are like us, your exposure to rap or hip-hop "music" may have thus far been limited to hearing it — at maximum volume — from neighboring automobiles stopped at traffic lights. While even this much exposure may seem unendurable at times, we owe it to ourselves to investigate this often hate-filled medium to see just what these performers and, perhaps most especially, their well-heeled capitalist record companies have in mind for us. We are grateful to the Violently Racist Music website for the list of violent rap and hip-hop lyrics below, each of them recorded by performers who have earned a Grammy award, the music industry's highest honor. We must warn you that the passages quoted below are not intended for children or the faint-hearted.
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"France is a bitch, don't forget to f— her to exhaustion. You have to treat her like a whore, man! … France is one of the bitches who gave birth to you … I am not at home and I don't give a damn, and besides the state can go f— itself … I pee on Napoleon and General De Gaulle … My niggers and my Arabs, our playground is the street with the most guns … F—ing cops, sons of whores … France is a lousy mother who abandoned her sons on the sidewalk." PolitiKment IncorreKt, Mr. R (French rapper), Diamond Entertainment, 2005. See Homegrown Gangstas, Weekly Standard, Sept. 23, 2005. |
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"We're all hot for a mission to exterminate the government and the fascists … France is a bitch and we've been betrayed … We f— France, we don't care about the Republic and freedom of speech. We should change the laws so we can see Arabs and Blacks in power in the Elysée Palace. Things have to explode." De Rire aux Larmes, Sniper (French rapper), Warner Music, 2001. See Homegrown Gangstas, Weekly Standard, Sept. 23, 2005. |
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"Kill the white people; we gonna make them hurt; kill the white people; but buy my record first; ha, ha, ha"
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"Niggas in the church say: kill whitey all night long … the white man is the devil … the CRIPS and Bloods are soldiers I'm recruiting with no dispute; drive-by shooting on this white genetic mutant … let's go and kill some rednecks … Menace Clan ain't afraid … I got the .380; the homies think I'm crazy because I shot a white baby; I said; I said; I said: kill whitey all night long … a nigga dumping on your white ass; fuck this rap shit, nigga, I'm gonna blast … I beat a white boy to the motherfucking ground";
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"Devils fear this brand new shit … I bleed them next time I see them … I pray on these devils … look what it has come to; who you gonna run to when we get to mobbing … filling his body up with lead, yah; cracker in my way; slitting, slit his throat; watch his body shake; watch his body shake; that's how we do it in the motherfucking [San Francisco] Bay … sitting on the dock of the dirty with my AK";
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"These devils make me sick; I love to fill them full of holes; kill them all in the daytime, broad motherfucking daylight; 12 o'clock, grab the Glock; why wait for night" "Sweatin Bullets"; Brand Nubian, Everything Is Everything, 1994, Elektra Entertainment, Warner Communications, Time Warner, USA. |
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"A fight, a fight, a nigger and a white, if the nigger don't win then we all jump in … smoking all [of] America's white boys";
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"I kill a devil right now … I say kill whitey all nightey long … I stabbed a fucking Jew with a steeple … I would kill a cracker for nothing, just for the fuck of it … Menace Clan kill a cracker; jack ‘em even quicker … catch that devil slipping; blow his fucking brains out"
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"Now I'm black but black people trip [become upset] ‘cause white people like me; white people like me but don't like them … I don't hate whites, I just gotta death wish for motherfuckers that ain't right"
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"To all my Universal Soldier's: stay at attention while I strategize an invasion; the mission be ssassination, snipers hitting Caucasians with semi-automatic shots heard around the world; my plot is to control the globe and hold the world hostage … see, I got a war plan more deadlier than Hitler … lyrical specialist, underworld terrorist … keep the unity thick like mud … I pulling out gats [handguns], launching deadly attacks"
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"Lead to the head of you devils"
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"This will all be over in ‘99, so, niggas, give devils the crime; gonna be more devils dying"
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"Won't be satisfied until the devils — I see them all dead … my brother is sending me more guns from down South … pale face … it's all about brothers rising up, wising up, sizing up our situation … you be fucking with my turf when you be fucking with my race; now face your maker and take your last breadth; the time is half-past death … it's the Armageddon … go into the garage; find that old camouflage … cracker-shooting nightly"
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".44 ways to get paid … I'm through with talking to these devils; now I'm ready to blast"
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"Like my niggas from South Central Los Angeles they found that they couldn't handle us; Bloods, CRIPS, on the same squad, with the Essays [Latino gangbangers] up, and nigga, it's time to rob and mob and break the white man off something lovely"
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"Bust a Glock; devils get shot … when God give the word me herd like the buffalo through the neighborhood; watch me blast … I'm killing more crackers than Bosnia-Herzegovina, each and everyday … don't bust until you see the whites of his eyes, the whites of his skin … Louis Farrakhan … Bloods and CRIPS, and little old me, and we all getting ready for the enemy"
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"Devil, to gangbanging there's a positive side and the positive side is this — sooner than later the brothers will come to Islam, and they will be the soldiers for the war; what war, you ask; Armageddon; ha, ha, ha, ha, ha"
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"Subtract the devils that get smoked … we're people, black people; steal your mind back, don't die in their wilderness … let's point our heaters [handguns] the other way"
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"Get them devil-made guns and leave them demons bleeding; give them back whips, and just feed them bullets"
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"It's time to send the devil to the essence … this is a must because there ain't no reform or trust; you got a Glock and you see a devil, bust … they'll be calling us the trigger men, the nappy-knotty red-beard devil-assassin; Lord make a law; at midnight I'll be bashing … field niggas [are] locked in until 2005"
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"He prays on old white ladies [who] drive the Mercedes with the windows cracked … you should've heard the bitch screaming … sticking guns in crackers' mouths … the cops can't stop it … remember 4-29-92, come on; Florence and Normandy coming to a corner near you, cracker; we've been through your area, mass hysteria; led by your motherfucking Menace Clan"
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"The black man is god … buy a Tec [and] let loose in the Vatican … I love the black faces; so put your Bible in the attic"
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"Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem; the Ol Dirty Bastard … I'm also militant … snatching devils up by the hair, then cut his head off"
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"Listen to this black visionary, bringing war like a revolutionary … go on a killing spree, putting devils out their misery; hearing screams, sounds of agony; my hostility takes over me … camouflaged ninjas avenging"
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"Swing by on the pale guy … break him in the neck … the guerrilla with the poison tip … shaking pinky up on a dull-ass ice-pick … this is Lench Mob … devil, what you want to do; when you see the boot, knew your head is hoohoo "
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"Dropping verses, casting curses, throwing these hexes on the devils … respect to Farrakhan, but I'm the jungle-don, the new guerrilla, top-ranked honky killer … what do blacks do; they just keep on blowing devils away … evil fucking cracker … I'm tightening up the laces to my steel-toed boots, so I can walk, stomp; we stomp this devil down in the park"
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"We're having thoughts of overthrowing the government … the brothers and sisters threw their fists in the air … it's open season on crackers, you know; the morgue will be full of Caucasian John Doe's … I make the Riot shit look like a fairy tale … oh my god, Allah, have mercy; I'm killing them devils because they're not worthy to walk the earth with the original black man; they must be forgetting; it's time for Armageddon, and I won't rest until they're all dead"
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"The crackers ain't shit; chase them out of the jungle; now raise up off the planet … we get the 12 gauge; shot to the chest … we hitting devils up … Da Lench Mob, environmental terrorist … I gripped the Glock and had to knock his head from his shoulders … I got the .30[6] on the rooftop; pop; pop; so many devils die … make sure I kill them … lynch a thousand a week if it's necessary"
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"Like an armed struggle … I come with the New Wu Order … waging war on the devils' community … whipped cardinals and one Pope"
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"Swinging out of the trees, is the blood-spilling, devil-killing, nappy-headed g.'s … blacks and Mexicans must take a stand … I'm down with Chico, and not with the man"
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"Fuck them laws, because the Mob is coming raw; nigga, is you down because it's the Final Call … grab your gat; know the three will start busting; I'm trying to take them down … the war of wars with no fucking scores … April 29 was a chance to realize … the g.'s are out to kill … we got crackers to kill; sending them back in on a ship to Europe … they deserve it … a nation-wide riot across America … this is the Final Call on black man and black woman, rich and poor; rise up"
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"I come with the wicked style … I got everybody jumping to the voodoo … I got a gat and I'm looking out the window like Malcolm … April 29 was power to the people, and we just might see a sequel"
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"Deal with the devil with my motherfucking steel [handgun] … white man is something I tried to study, but I got my hands bloody, yeah … I met Farrakhan and had dinner"
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"Actual fact you need to be black … everyday I fight a devil … I grab a shovel to bury a devil … the battle with the beast, Mr. 666 … my mind rolled to a 7th level; grab my bazooka and nuke a devil … with black, I build; for black, I kill"
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"I pledge allegiance to only the black … black, you had best prepare for the coming of war … look at you devil; now you're sweating; I'm telling you: you can't run from the hand of Armageddon … he eats his pig-steak rare so he can taste the blood"
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"Killing devils [and] scatter they ashes over the sea of Mediterranean … open your eyes to the revolution … unite with the black coalition"
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"My own kind blind, brain-trained on the devil-level … chasing down loot, Dole or Newt, who do you shoot … rough stuff to the babies, spread like rabies"
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"Buck the devil; boom … shoot you with my .22; I got plenty of crew; I take out white boys … we got big toys with the one-mile scope, taking whitey's throat"
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"Little devils don't go to heaven … the AK forty … hold a fifty clip, and I'll shoot until it's empty … I'm killing only seven million civilians … one dead devil"
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"Grab your deep-ass crews … we gotta make them ends, even if it means Jack and friends … now you're doomed, hollow-points to the dome; once again it's on … out comes my .22 … I'm the cut-throat; now I got to cut you … ‘94 is the season for lynching; from out of the dark is the South Central g., ready-hand steady on a bloody machete … a devil is on my shoulder; should I kill it; hell yah … I slice Jack … took an axe, and gave that bitch, Jill, forty wacks … with my hip hop … it don't stop, until heads roll off the cutting block"
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"A young fugitive soldier … soon to make the devil kneel"
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"Camouflaged for the mission … become Bonnie and Clyde; carry .45's in these last days … an original black man with a plan to run these devils off our motherfucking land … the Sunz of Man war track … kept gun in hand, stalking the land"
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"I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking forty devils"
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"Roping up the devils, have them hanging from my testicles"
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"Devils get baked … devils are all defeated … breaking devils down"
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"I love black women and I hate fucking crackers … I destroyed a whole city like Sodom and Gomorrah or Babylon … devils choke from the gunsmoke … I'm swelling devils' melons … send your asses to Kings County; solo pro-morgue supplier"
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"I'm hanging devils' heads on a evergreen bush"
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"Cloud, which means to overshadow the other man, mess up his game plan … South Park Black Panther coming at last … I need more brothers to roll over the government … I got the nine [millimeter pistol], the mind, and the time to unwind new-school pro-black dope [great] rhymes … there's 10,000 of us; how you gonna stop this bum-rush, fool … talk is cheap; you best believe that, black; actions speak louder than words, and that's a fact"
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"I'm black with a bat, swinging at the head of a honky … The Terrorists about to murder your ass"
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"Squeeze your nostrils tight and gag your mouth with a Bud Light; peace to all the blacks … The Terrorists kicking political rough shit and we won't quit until the other man's throat slit from one ear to the other"
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"A fight, a nigger and a white, if the nigger don't win then we all jump in"
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"Waiting for the crackers; smuggle; his mug is in the gutters … so we need your participation in the Caucasian assassination; time is wasting … so who is in association with the nigger retaliation; it needs your total cooperation … a confrontation will be fought by the younger generation; because we got determination; all we need is organization"
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"The real black army is in jail … come on my fellow prisoners, time to go to war … what we need to do is point the guns in the right direction, aha … me and my piece came to claim the brown man's cut … infiltrate until it burns down … what we need to be talking about is what we gonna do to them; I'll get revenge if it's the last thing I do … they got us brainwashed to be the minority, but when we kill them off we gonna be the majority … if the whites speak up, then I'll lead my people, because two wrongs don't make it right but it damn sure make us equal; I'm inciting riots, so let's start the looting … in this revolution I loathe my enemy"
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