More Fire for the People
4th July 2007, 19:33
Don't deny it, we all have written a song or two so post your lyrics. The only rule is they have to be lyrics you or your group wrote. It doesn't even have to be political. And don't worry about it being cheesy or bad, just let it out.
'Rebel Crunk'
She gettin’ low and this cooker’s about to blow
This won’t stop ’cuz it’s all you got when you haven’t got any dough
Turn it up like you’re kickin’ it with Nat Turner
John Brown’s coming up with that new sound
Crunk music with soul — bringin’ it like Nat King Cole
Southern boys listening to Illmatic
But we’re still at it
Spinning out critical pedagogy
Watchin’ girls rock their bodies
’Cuz you can be crunk & conscious
Hyphy and hyped up with your chin up
I got this record spinning
Yeah, I really got it spinnin’
Life’s like a lion’s den
Either you’re dinner or you’re on the run
But I got this record and it’s like a gun in my hand
When you’re hyphy, life might be
What you make it or how you take it
She ain’t a ***** until ali-money
So while you’re on the danceflo’ she ain’t a hoe
She yo’ sweet honey — so spend time with her
Make rhymes with her, make love to her
Treat her like you couldn’t do better
I got this record spinning
Yeah, I really got it spinnin’
Life’s like a lion’s den
Either you’re dinner or you’re on the run
But I got this record and it’s like a gun in my hand
Mixin’ pop and undergroun’
Spinning it for all y’all out there white, black, and brown
All y’all livin’ in downtown, brown-town
Up-down, turn aroun’, go get on the ground
Shake that thing and swing it
Come on girl just bring it, come on girl just sing it
'Rebel Crunk'
She gettin’ low and this cooker’s about to blow
This won’t stop ’cuz it’s all you got when you haven’t got any dough
Turn it up like you’re kickin’ it with Nat Turner
John Brown’s coming up with that new sound
Crunk music with soul — bringin’ it like Nat King Cole
Southern boys listening to Illmatic
But we’re still at it
Spinning out critical pedagogy
Watchin’ girls rock their bodies
’Cuz you can be crunk & conscious
Hyphy and hyped up with your chin up
I got this record spinning
Yeah, I really got it spinnin’
Life’s like a lion’s den
Either you’re dinner or you’re on the run
But I got this record and it’s like a gun in my hand
When you’re hyphy, life might be
What you make it or how you take it
She ain’t a ***** until ali-money
So while you’re on the danceflo’ she ain’t a hoe
She yo’ sweet honey — so spend time with her
Make rhymes with her, make love to her
Treat her like you couldn’t do better
I got this record spinning
Yeah, I really got it spinnin’
Life’s like a lion’s den
Either you’re dinner or you’re on the run
But I got this record and it’s like a gun in my hand
Mixin’ pop and undergroun’
Spinning it for all y’all out there white, black, and brown
All y’all livin’ in downtown, brown-town
Up-down, turn aroun’, go get on the ground
Shake that thing and swing it
Come on girl just bring it, come on girl just sing it