Top 15 Rap-Musik Videos Teil 3

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Bei diesem Part werde ich nicht auf die Interpreten oder Videos eingehen, die Videos dienen als Entertainment und haben nur Bezug auf deren Lyrics. Seht selbst…die Lyrics folgen nach jedem Video.

5. Odd Future – „NY (Ned Flander)“

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
Carter Wong, bring the challenge from the eight masters
Hodgy Long one of them bastards that would head bash ya
Yeah, we Skate Mental, but the meaning of a Thrasher
Is to whiplash out and leave you pussy niggas fractured
I need meds from a mental institution
‚fore my brain is revenged, free throw finger shootin‘
Record them screamin, interwine them in a loop, then
Take the garbage out back, I pay the homage in fact
I’m throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clones
And their wannabe me clothes, bitch I’m actually old
I spin ya like the cover we on, you’re in between the pages
I’m 21 now been running these Fairfax blocks for ages
Organic for breakfast, free-ranging on stages
It’s twelve-noon on my clock, engaged for 12 Gauges
I spit the plague, and don’t believe it be a pagan
I’ll send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan, bitch
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
This that we shit hot shit, piss off custodians
Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odiom
I’m rich bitch, and y’all’s jelly as that jar of petroleum
That I had used when I eloped with him and 40 Mormons and
I’m planning on firing Clancy, ain’t no damn controlling him, boy
You can’t carry this, them Cannon Nickelodeon boy
My boy Domo higher than fat bitches sodium
And nuggets greener than the fucking can my Arizona’s in
I’m sneaking in your kid’s ear lobe „Oh, no! It’s him! Goblin!“
Dropped like the soap in the tub
Now I have have famous friends who like coke and they’re drugged
Dancing with me, Jerry Sandusky, and the Pope in the club
Jerry’s trying to get a tug but it isn’t paying enough
Now if he doubles it I’ll tug it in the bathtub with bubbles
And a rubber ducky that I got on tour Kentucky with some groupies
Where I had got lucky with some sucky-sucky trust me honey bunny
If you fuck me you gonna leave with runny nose
I be running in these hoes ain’t no condom on, fucking fuck, me

4. A$AP Mob ft. Flatbush Zombies – „Bath Salt“

[Verse 1: Meech]
Ah, it’s a plane, it’s a bird, it’s a zombie, hahaha
The highest high, I’m Ayatollah
Rubber on my dick, allergic to baby strollers
Blue dream, that amazing odor
Ant is a Pyrex, I’m the coke and the baking soda
Juice be the blue flame that create the whole thing
Rap game, crack game, apparently the same thing
If this was eighty-something, I’d be in shell toes
Gucci-link fat rings, ashy ass elbows
Saving every penny trying to get up out this hellhole
For my super thugs, hustling up off the jail phone
Life’s a battle, fool, you better have your weapon drawn
How could I be scared of death, bitch, I’m already gone
Money on my mind, your bitch on my zipper
Breaking up pound after pound, THC on every finger
You gon‘ need a boost from God to get as high as me, nigga
Excuse me, I meant to say as high as we, nigga
[Verse 2: Juice]
Hash and weed, hash in a bong
Got weed by the ton, got blow by the load
If you wanna get throwed, A$AP Ant got the potion
Three fly ass bitches with we
Double-cupped them double Ds
Hi-high nigga, hi-high living
Three young ass niggas running shit, no slipping
Gotta know the game, gotta know the lane
Gotta know the pain, no handouts, ain’t shit easy
Dark shades on my Eazy-E, got bitches on my mini-me
And you niggas in the rap game, can’t relate
I’m real pimping, no fornicating
Fuck what you heard, I’m going ape
Smoking Grape Ape, fuck your mixtape
That’s a weed plate, Zombie-style
A$AP, never mind these clowns
I love brain, Zombie-style, never mind these clouds

[Verse 3: A$AP Ant]
I’m a demon, triple-beaming, painting pictures
Raping Mona Lisa, blood sheets, creeping for the panties
With the collar dannys, killing bitches, sniffing panties
Willy Wonka candy semen, three niggas, one bitch, one clip
One brain-dead girl off your mind, leave your brains on your moms
Razor blades dipped in bleach, tear your skin to pieces
Dump the body in Tennessee, highway getaway, OJ bronco
Cap it, baby, drive ‚em off the bridge, look into my eyes, vivid tears
I see fear, y’all some fucking queers
Grow a fucking pair, I’m ‚posed to be here
‚Posed to be dead, overdosed on shrooms
Let’s cruise, drive by on-site
Ride like a bike, for my Zombie homies kill tonight
[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
A$AP niggas, we aliens, cold-blooded nigga, reptilian
Acid, acid, Ambiens, only fuck a bitch if she lesbian
Trill niggas run the city, got the key on lock
Juice got the juice, nigga Meech gon‘ pop
Addie in the Caddy with the heat on cock
When a Mac go brrra cause the beef don’t stop, nigga
My name is that pretty motherfucker
From the land of the lost of the gully and the gutta
See the Preds made a toast for the honey and the butter
Only die for two things, that’s my money and my mother, motherfucker
Niggas know my name, did I stutter?
Niggas know me, man, I keep it one hunna
I’m a stunna, Hood by Air for the summer
Toast to the God and it cost nine hunna
So-so ru-run up if you wanna
Mac in the backpack, right by the Macbook
And I rep that Harlem
And my Zombie niggas straight out of Flatbush

3. Brotha Lynch Hung – „Meat Cleaver“

[Verse 1]
Comin‘ with the meat cleaver, cut her in the neck, leave her
Put her on the ground like a beaver, see, um
Yeah, I’m comin‘ to get her, run up and get her with a machete
They comin‘ to get her without the liver, nigga
With a meat cleaver, leavin‘ the street bleedin‘
He been a heat seeker, nigga, I speak ether
He ‚bout to leak feces, wipin‘ up the streets with him, get ‚em (Grr!)
Reminiscent of Waco, take hoes and put ‚em in a box, they may chose
I hate ‚em, cook ‚em in Crisco and I filleted ‚em and ate ‚em
Filleted ‚em and ate ‚em, bakin‘ potatoes
Hot totty, stickin‘ a fork in a hot body
Hittin‘ the porch like a botched robbery
Not sorry, I’m the nigga hotter than hot coffee, nigga, shittin‘ with no potty
Mommy, tell ‚em I’m a sicko, psycho, tell ‚em I’mma hit the night though
Tell ‚em I’m nitro, tell ‚em I’mma growl like motorcycle
Wrappin‘ ‚em up like a tight rope (Grr!)
My brain is empty, I can’t think, I’m insane, I’m simply
Sick in the head, get in the bed, I’m a murderer
Mannibal, cannibal, niggas really never heard of him
[Hook x3]
He’s a meat doctor, put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her
I was floatin‘ in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yeah, a lot of mothafuckers wanna talk soft
All shocked when somebody else Glock pop, and they layin‘ in a box
Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot
[Verse 2]
Hey, yeah
I’mma get deeper, creepin‘ up in yo‘ backyard with a meat cleaver
Either, you and yo wife are ‚bout ta get it
Shoelace, choke the neck, coke and ex
It’s like open sex, broke the neck
Then I put a body in a back of the Lex
I got a bad habbit (Doin‘ what?)
Stickin‘ my dick in a corpse
Rippin‘ and pickin‘ a part
Simply gettin‘ a car
Yeah, nah, better do it, (Grr!) I’mma rip right thru ‚em
Cut ‚em in half, bloodin‘ that ass when I chew ‚em
Choppin‘ ‚em up then I get a brand new one
And I always love it, I just jack off when I’m thinkin‘ of it
You better back off I’mma heat the oven
I’m like Jack Frost and my teeth is ugly
You just that soft, but the beef is lovely
Reheat that shit, then I eat that shit
(Then what you do?) Then repeat that shit
Then repeat that shit, then repeat
That shit
Nigga, better let the cops know
I keep more meat than they keep at Costco’s
They don’t really want it, cookin‘ ‚em up in a pot slow
I’m a mini Roscoe’s chicken and waffles
Fuckin‘ doors locked… Hey! Oh, man, y’all come in. Hey. Hey! Are… Are you sucking your son’s dick!? Bitch you’re sucking your son’s dick! Bitch! You stupid bitch get the fuck out of my house!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
I don’t know, fuckin‘ around and put your brains in bowl
I’mma be comin‘ with it, insane in the dome
Thinkin‘ of murdering meat when I came in yo home
Mannibalector, three more dead, got blood on my necklace
These all said, I can eat it for breakfeast
Eat raw lead, then I put it on record
Cut niggas up, sector by sector
Next to her dead: first cousin and nephew
Next to her head, bloody intestines
Next to her bed, other intestines
The rest is history, it ain’t shit to me
All I’m thinkin‘ ‚bout is gettin‘ the meat
And I’mma eat
The next day get to creepin‘ on and I’mma beatin‘ on ‚em
Next day Texas Chainsaw
When I eat yo brains raw
Come around a corner with a chainsaw
Cut some things off
And feed it to the fans while I’m rippin‘ the stage off
I’m on another page, nigga, rip that page off
Locc to da brain, nigga y’all just ate some
I’m the strangla, I’m like Adolf
Fuckin‘ around and get yo brains ate off
Cuttin‘ the town up and then made off
[Hook x3]

2. Joey Bada$$ – „Unorthodox“

We done came up
Everybody love ‘em
On the regular
[Verse 1]
Lookin’ at popular colored faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all races
Lost in generations before hatred
See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack cheddar from the make believe
Break the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
I’m a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, don’t worry what a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
Imma spark it off unorthodox
Won’t sign to no major if no wager
Less than a 3 million offer off the top
I’ll be in a box with my coughin’ drops
Why settle for a office spot?
Niggas don’t always make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin’ – let me guess: that’s your mannequin?
Leave ‘em shook while you’re standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages ‘til you’re vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin‘
This is for my real hip hop fans and ‘em
I dispose for ‚em, leave fake MC’s in the post mortem
Cause money ain’t a thing if I got it I won’t spend
All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won’t sin
No he won’t give in
Yo this world is bone chillin’
Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property wit ya
[Verse 2]
It ain’t easy being this royal
When you got this much going for you
It ain’t hard to be disloyal
Comin’ straight from the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil
The kid is that sick so expect more coffins
I’m the chosen one so you can expect more offerings
I be sonning niggas so expect less orphans
Best rapper alive hear that line used less often
Word to God I’m the best offering
BMX like Hoffman, BMF like Ross man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
They said next up so I stepped up
Fly like I dressed up
Bitches try to hang like left nuts
Like orangutans in the west of
Of the motherland, but I’ve got the swank of no other man
Brother man
They can’t understand
Pro Era boys pop rubber band
Everybody love ‘em
We done came up
I’ma spark it off unorthodox
They don’t feel the name, but they say the music dope though
I’ma spark it off unorthodox
On the regular

1. Ab-Soul feat. Kendrick Lamar – „ILLuminate“

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Back when I first grabbed that pen
I told myself I was gon‘ win
And I ain’t know when
But it was gon‘ end
Up happening, I want in
So you can take your top 5 list
Dead or alive, and put me after Em
I’m a fucking genius
Gripping my fucking penis
Living this life
You can’t tell me nothing
Still ain’t really got no money, fucking right
I’m all about that real, about that real
This ain’t no motion picture
I tell you how that feel, how that feel
Even when the odds against you
They wanna see me wearing Polo drawers
Put two chains on and that ain’t wrong
But that ain’t me, I go too damn hard
I don’t need clothes or jewelry to stand out
Black lip nigga with his hair wild
Too damn proud
Been killing this since Cam made „Oh Boy“
Oh boy, I’m the man now
TDE, put the money in my hand ain’t shit free
This business is quick sand and I won’t sink
Put the pistol in my hand and I won’t think
Rest in peace, you just made room for the next to be
I never been afraid to say what I wanna say
When I wanna say it, okay then
Further more we do this for y’all
Rap is stressing but it pays great
That is, until you lose appeal
And your release date gets date raped
Stay safe, hold your head
I got two fish and a loaf of bread
Feed the people, food for thought
Cause we are equal, who’d have thought
[Hook: Ab-Soul] (Kendrick)
They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
(You can have all my shine, I’ll give you the light)
(You can have all my shine, I’ll give you the light)
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
I used to wanna rap like Jay Z, now I feel I could run laps ‚round Jay Z
Nas ain’t seen nothing this nasty, Big and Pac got it coming when I pass too
You got the mic? I ain’t the one you wanna pass to
My niggas say my new shit past due
I paid dues, even got that shit tattooed, HiiiPower on another plateau
I know you know we need a few plaques too
The brand new niggas with a attitude
Popping Compton or Timbuktu
I might even sell my new shit for 10 bucks too
Too ill when I jot these words, true eel when I shock the world
I know life’s a bitch, when you know life’s a bitch and that’s not your girl
Cold shit, I’m hot though, like coal get, Ab-Soul
This is a shift in paradigm, I remember when I couldn’t spare a dime
Now I step in with a pair of dimes, on P’s, y’all know me
Flow like water, admiralty, the best author ever to breathe
And as we proceed to follow these dreams, I ain’t losing no sleep
No, no on them NoDoz, just know „No“ if it’s no dough
So high but I’m Soulo, two cups and I sip slow, taking my time
We don’t just shine, we illuminate the whole show, now let’s go
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Time and time I drop line for line, but only time will tell
If I ever go Columbine and cop 30 nines and cock back and kill
See the truth is, they wanna know how close me and Dre and Snoop is
Or how the shoe fits when they choose this to beat 2Pac but truth I give
Two shits ‚bout expectations or critics hating, shit, I just put moms on vacation
Bitch you never know my new location, it’s across nations
Court cases get thrown out, so tell the mothafuckin‘ King dethrone now
I am ruler, I am highness, the Prince Zamunda, I am the shit like what the prune does
Black on black tint like Kinta Kunta, black is back bitch, I’m kin to coup de
Black on black crime resent the shooter, blat-blat-blat, I intend to mute you
Racks on racks, I don’t rap on tracks without my A-game so please don’t ask
Me about no pressure, bitch with the grip of my fingertip, I can hold this coast together


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