или си премногу си слеп да видиш дека исто и како во металот исто и во рапот има промашени артисти. Значи да не почнам јас да пастирам текстови од некои прости метал групи.
Ај најди некој лош текст од метал песна, па пастирај го.
Факт е дека и во металот има срање групи/артисти, но исто така факт е и тоа дека во рапот таквите се позастапени. За почеток, како пример ќе ги наведам сите оние чии текстови ги содржат зборовите gangsta, bitchez, fuck you и слично, чии спотови се вртат по MTV и на чии песни се палат копиљаци.
Да не испадне сега дека серам за рапот, дека го мразам и слично. И јас порано слушав рап и ќе пастирам текст од една песна што многу ја поштуев на времето. Можебо го имам пастирано текстот и на други теми, но ќе продолжам и понатаму да го пастирам зашто е најбољи рап текст што сум го слушнал.
Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism
The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with gravediggaz in a head full of dread
Ive been examined ever since I was seamen
They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon
At birth the nurses surrounded my with needles
And drugged me all up with the deseases of evil
Grew up in hell, now I dwell, in an islamic temple
Im fighting a holy war in the mental
Look deep into my eyes, youll see visions of death
Possessed by homicide is what Im obsessed
Giving niggaz brain dimples
Dragging they asses on my hook by they temples
The cause of death is unknown to the cops
Cause when I kill them, Im not leavin one element to autopse
First Ill assasinate em
And them Ill cremate them
And take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate em
Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone
Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones
You try to haunt me nigga, I aint trying to hear it
Buck buck buck, Ill give your ass a holy spririt.
The year 84, november, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil gen
I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years
Of blood sweat and tears
I saw the tourture brutal murder of my father
So my brain became stained with the horror
Im having reoccuring nightmares
Of being soaking wet, strapped down to the electric chair
I got tackled with handcuffs
And shackled in restraint
At the bottom of a holy tabernacle
They gave me nothing to eat for two weeks
And sewed my eye lids open so I couldnt sleep
About to die from thirst, thats when the minister
Quinched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar
Upon my wounds they seasoned my with salt
And nailed my hands feet to the form of the cross
Ahh!! I cry
As the blood drips inside of my eye
Refusing to die
Visions of hell tormented my face
So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape.
Enta the realms of understanding
And take good heed
And you could bleed
While Im standing
Three stages of pure hell
Justications of red cells
*shh* rain drops hits the pelv
Path is dull and narrow
Youre stalked by a shadow
I pierced your skull with a fucking arrow
So narrow, only one could enter at a time
Stuck in the center, read the signs
A thousand doors to choose
You better hurry
Dont stop, shit is getting hot as a pot of curry
On your right side theres fire
On you left, deep waters
Watch your step, its deep waters!
Whats that coming through the floor?
Its a claw
*pssh* took his fucking ass to the fucking core
Stroll thruogh the dark conditions
I stone you till I see sparks of friction
I chop ya like a coal miner
Then combine the drug
And mix it with your blood
Some more
I give you some more
And watch you crawl
Guts hit the floor
Worms that dig your pores
I trick ya, ha, then Im quick to syringe
Deep into my thoughts and bust out your skin
You scream, portraits of inflictable pain
You cant stand
Youre up to your hands in quick sand
Youre sinking and sinking deep into the earth
Thoughts was possessed since the first day of birth
My mental says its my turn to possess the matta
Stab you with a dagga
Of jacobs ladder
Thoughts become shattered, confused, and tragic
Fiery thoughts of gravediggaz . . .