A music genre goes in-your-face to grievance mongers, stands up for honest work and for self-esteem through earned income. Why hate on it?
Editors' note: Hip-hop goes in-your-face to grievance-mongers, stands up for honest work and for self-esteem through earned income, puts down the anti-One Percenters and the welfare hustlers, celebrates ambition and shows why O’Reilly should think again:
"All these bitches and niggas still hatin'
I used to be ballin' but now I Bill Gate'n
I got a list full of problems, I'll tend to them later
Life is a bitch, but I appreciate her"
"I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain’t nothing funny
Stop smiling, be still, don’t nothing move but the money
But now I learned to earn cause I’m righteous
I feel great, so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I’ll stay alive"
-Eric B and Rakim
"Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got, nigga don't watch that cause I
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real"
"They tryna blackball me, they say I get too much money
They want my name from me because they know what it do
They say I'm A-Rod, nigga, cause I got the juice
They tryna blackball me, went and bought a Ghost as a coupe"
"How you a man waitin' for the next man to get rich?
Yo' plan is to stick out yo' hand real quick?
So if he feed ya family and he serve you shit
Then he need that head you get and he deserve your bitch
Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all ya life
Dwellin' on the past when you was alright"
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm, now what's a title to fit me?
A champ like Tyson, a Captain like Kirk, no
Employee of the Month, cause yo, I do work"
-Big Daddy Kane
"Baby I'm a boss, I don't know what they do
I don't get dropped, I drop the label
World can't hold me, too much ambition
Always knew it'd be like this when I was in the kitchen"
"Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival - the un-American idols
What niggas did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I'm talking business, we talking CIA
I'm talking George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know white people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ign'ant
I know Spike Lee gone kill me but let me finish"
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