HIT EM UP (Protest In Silence)

We protest against disparity. We protest against discrimination. We protest against the government and for things which it should have done and not do. We protest anything under the sun and never get tired of it.

Some are found in the streets with unintelligible slogans. Some chose to watch in silence and let miracles to unfold, if there is any. Some are brewed with extreme anger and chose to take the law into their hands.

And some protests are made thru cynical forms that portray hatred with undying desire of getting back in revenge.

But why taint thy hands when you can curse through gestures, unspoken words, unuttered poetry and body movements? Only the wise can discern. Only the sensitive can read between the lines. A revolution has started at the other end of the earth. And in this partial side, the war is just about to begin.

NOTE:

Rapping is an art form referred to as “spoken or chanted rhyming lyrics”. It is distinct from spoken word poetry in that it is performed in time to a beat. Its origin can be traced back to its African roots. Centuries before hip hop music existed, the griots of West Africa were delivering stories rhythmically, over drums and spare instrumentation.

On the contrary, blues music was played by blacks to express work songs and spirituals of slavery. Some described it to be an expression of protest against slavery by the whites. Several believed that rap is a transition of the blues although some maintained that blues is another and distinct form of art. Perhaps it is because of the slow and often times sad rhythm brought by blues compared to the strong and fast beat which rap is known for.

But to sum, both blues and rap express a different breed of protest through music.

(see also en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapping)

HIT EM UP (Tyga)

I said f*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up

T Raww go stay Westside, killa cat pillar,
No ceiling, probably worth 10 million
Poor nigga watch chilla, you ain’t even gotta feel it
That’s chin chinchilla flyer than a caterpillar
I sick my dogs at you, yeah
Then call the dog catcher, bitch
Spark the fire, no matches, yeah
So high just laughing, hah
Burners in the attic, they ain’t know I had it
Shoot sporadic, fire automatic, pop the target
Driving backwards, I’m a hundred bill fanatic
Bring the static, make vows to the money, but I skipped marriage
Keep staring, rather die that nigga than live average, get you embarrassed
Thousand karats on my wheel let my kids inherit
Black card credit, told them I don’t use debit
Nigga know that’s my motto, I could do this shit forever so

F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, talkin get you hit up

F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up

We don’t rock with them niggas anyway, f*ck them
We’d ever caught them in the hood, we’d a stuck them
Things coming in, we get them off by the dozen
We about that action, you ain’t about nothin’
Girl of your dream, I already had her
If it ain’t my team, it don’t really matter
Short stay, I’m only in town for the figures
Even when I’m up, I’m still down for my niggas
Need nothing else, don’t concern me or worry me
Nah, I’mma ride ’til they burn me or bury me
Cause the truth is, niggas die every day
Heard about me, I hope you heard thoroughly
I don’t switch sides, I just switch rides
Might just get a little head, let the bitch slide
Knowing that I can, knowing that I will
Far as the other side go, you know how I feel

F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, talkin get you hit up

F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up

You gotta watch your back
Stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young motherf*cker doin’ dirt
Walkin’ through the streets wearin’ jewels
Ain’t got sh*t to lose
Gonna f*ck up and bust young niggas with tools
The intricate designs of my lethal lines
Now time hard to find a job, easier to rob niggas
These days, mother*ckers talk sh*t
And turn snitch when you see ’em
They ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh*t
Westside
I keep a vest on my chest
Buck, buck, cops wanna hit me with the book
But I don’t give a f*ck
Government got a nigga feelin’ stuck
While these same little sluts gettin’ f*cked
For a quick buck
Weed make my mind roam
All alone, ain’t nothin’ like tryin’ to bone
Over the phone, in my mind I can see her naked
I can’t take it
Got me shakin’ at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew
Get loaded, can’t control it
Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it
Then smoke it, sippin
Hennessy
Plottin’ on my enemies
‘Comin back twice as hard
Like, remember me
My hustle to my dyin’ days
Niggas dyin’ every day
And we celebrate with pain
Pourin’ champagne
Drink politics, they wanna join my campaign
Worldwide, LA niggas screaming
Westside

F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, talkin get you hit up

F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
F*ck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up

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