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List Rules Drake, Kendrick Lamar, Omar Dyer, TheFanNJ, Hip-Hop, Complex Magazine, Battle Rap, Underground Music, Internet Radio,

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We want you to vote on who has better lyrics in Hip Hop. This is about exploring the art of hip-hop and not the fame of it. In 2015, there is a battle going on in hip-hop, with old school and new school. Who is making better music. In this list there is Kendrick Lamar with his song The Blacker The Berry. Drake, with his song "How About Now". Da Viper with his song: "Da Call Out". J-Cole, with his song "Power Trip." And Nicki Minaj with her song: "Super Bass." Song writing sets the stage on where others will promote and produce song of choice. And we want you to note, which songs are more inspiring, and not use the fame of the artist to select you choices. So who do you think has written a better song. 
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The Blacker the Berry


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Intro]
Everything black, I don't want blackI want everything black, I ain't need blackSome white, some black, I ain't mean blackI want everything blackEverything black, want all things blackI don't need black, want everything blackDon't need black, Our eyes ain't blackI own black, own everything black

[Bridge]
Six in the morn', fire in the streetBurn, baby, burn, that's all I wanna seeAnd sometimes I get off watchin' you die in vain
It's such a shame they may call me crazyThey may say I suffer from schizophrenia or somethin'But homie, you made meBlack don't crack, my nigga

[Verse 1]
I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean
Been feeling this way since I was 16, came to my sensesYou never liked us anyway, fuck your friendship, I meant itI'm African-American, I'm AfricanI'm black as the moon, heritage of a small village
Pardon my residenceCame from the bottom of mankindMy hair is nappy, my dick is big, my nose is round and wide
You hate me don't you?You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my culture
You're fuckin' evil I want you to recognize that I'm a proud monkey
You vandalize my perception but can't take style from meAnd this is more than confession
I mean I might press the button just so you know my discretionI'm guardin' my feelings, I know that you feel it
You sabotage my community, makin' a killin'You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga

[Pre-Hook]
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juiceThe blacker the berry, the sweeter the juiceThe blacker the berry, the sweeter the juiceThe blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot

[Hook: Assassin]
I said they treat me like a slave, cah' me blackWoi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah' we black
And man a say they put me in a chain, cah' we blackImagine now, big gold chain full of rocksHow you no see the whip, left scars pon' me backBut now we have a big whip, parked pon' the block
All them say we doomed from the start, cah' we blackRemember this, every race start from the block, just remember that

[Verse 2]
I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean
I mean, it's evident that I'm irrelevant to society
That's what you're telling me, penitentiary would only hire me
Curse me till I'm deadChurch me with your fake prophesizing that I'mma be just another slave in my head
Institutionalize manipulation and liesReciprocation of freedom only live in your eyesYou hate me don't you?
I know you hate me just as much as you hate yourselfJealous of my wisdom and cards I dealt
Watchin' me as I pull up, fill up my tank, then peel outMuscle cars like pull ups, show you what these big wheels 'bout, ah
Black and successful, this black man meant to be specialCAT scans on my radar bitch, how can I help you?
How can I tell you I'm making a killin'?You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015When I finish this if you listenin' then sure you will agree
This plot is bigger than me, it's generational hatredIt's genocism, it's grimy, little justification
I'm African-American, I'm AfricanI'm black as the heart of a fuckin' Aryan
I'm black as the name of Tyrone and Darius
Excuse my French but fuck you — no, fuck y'allThat's as blunt as it gets, I know you hate me, don't you?You hate my people, I can tell cause it's threats when I see you
I can tell cause your ways deceitfulKnow I can tell because you're in love with that Desert EagleThinkin' maliciously, he get a chain then you gone bleed him
It's funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to warTwo tribal armies that want to build and destroyRemind me of these Compton Crip gangs that live next doorBeefin' with Pirus, only death settle the score
So don't matter how much I say I like to preach with the PanthersOr tell Georgia State "Marcus Garvey got all the answers"
Or try to celebrate February like it's my B-Day
Or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdaysOr jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsementsOr watch BET cause urban support is important
So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street?When gang banging make me kill a nigga blacker than me?Hypocrite!

[Outro]
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Da Call Out by Da Viper


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Written by Omar Dyer, voiced by TheFanNJ; Artist known as Da Viper, Album: Open Mic Stopped & Frisked Soundtrack. 


Chorus

For my peoples across the way, I'm the myth and I say stand up. For my underground artist searching for fame. I'm Da Viper and I say Sand Up. Stand Up and spit your flame, if you love Hip-Hop. For my people's that's blood in and blood out I'm an OG and I say Stand Up. For my C-walkers wanting peace on that blue: Stand Up. 

Verse 1

This is a straight call out, for my people's around the way coast to coast who love hip-hop each and everyday. I'm straight calling you out, without a doubt. Cuz Imma show you what real hip-hop is all about. If you repping New York, put da guns down. hands up, stand up and spit some bars; freestyles, battle scars on top of cars. Since Hip-Hop is under attack, I'm Da Viper Imma show you where rapping is at. If you repping Cali, put the gin down, guns down, hands up, and stand up. Pull out the slacks with the cuffs and a crease ti spits some bars, battle scars, on the porch before dark. If you repping Detroit, or anywhere in the central, put your mask down, guns down, hands up and Stand Up. Head to over to the chicken shack, crack a beat on the table, spit a few bars, Freestyle battle scars over a game of cards. And if you repping Atlanta or anywhere south, get your whose out, beats out, put your guns down hands up, and stand up. Spit a few bars, freestyle at the players clubs, get some chicken and buss a nut. This is hip-hop Imma show where we at cuz hip-hop is under attack. And I'm Da Viper.  


Chorus

 For my peoples across the way, I'm the myth and I say stand up. For my underground artist searching for fame. I'm Da Viper and I say Sand Up. Stand Up and spit your flame, if you love Hip-Hop. For my people's that's blood in and blood out I'm an OG and I say Stand Up. For my C-walkers wanting peace on that blue: Stand Up. 


Verse 2

I've been tossing and turning, spinning in my sleep. Wondering what has happen to the art that allow many of us to eat. Is it the fame or fortune, the sex, money and lifestyle; hip-hop brings. Or is it that we are getting old and allowed these outsiders to roam. I can care less about your money, how much you hold, what titles you own, don't you know I own your soul. From the tip to the top, the fan base you though you had don't exist, when you diss hip-hop the audience will attack. I've been battling, been rattling, been saddling emcee on the spot boy. From Eminem, to Big L, and the Entire State Property I've been freestyling on the drop boy. Been underground, never left just chilling in the cut boy. Ghostwriting for free cuz I loves the art boy. Straighten up, spit hard core bars, Spit hard core minds, stop singing on this tracks, talking about chicks that got you sprung out boy, chicks you done sprung out boy. If this is the draft day, you would be left out the first round boy, left out the first round BOY. 


Chorus

For my peoples across the way, I'm the myth and I say stand up. For my underground artist searching for fame. I'm Da Viper and I say Sand Up. Stand Up and spit your flame, if you love Hip-Hop. For my people's that's blood in and blood out I'm an OG and I say Stand Up. For my C-walkers wanting peace on that blue: Stand Up. 
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Power Trip


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Lyrics

Got me up all nightAll I'm singing is love songs, she got me up all nightConstant drinking and love songs, she got me up all nightDown and out with these love songs, she got me up all nightDrown it out with these love songs, she got me up all night (yeah)All I'm singing is love songs, she got me up all night (yeah)Constant drinking and love songs, she got me up all night (yeah)Down and out with these love songs, got me open all night uh huh, got me up all night hey

OK, back when I was sleepin' in my mama cribEven back then when I was up there in Mohammed cribPayin' seventeen-hundred for the rent, money well spentNo heater, but a nigga made heat, may I vent? Had a thing for youEven wrote the song dreams for you'Cause I had dreams for you, thoughts of a ring for youChildish shit, you know childish shitAnonymous flowers sent, you know coward shitNow a nigga signed to Hov, took a power tripBack home I'm grown now and this city's my throne nowThe same clubs I used to get tossed outLife got crisscrossed, totally crossed out'Cause now I'm in this bitch and I'm totally bossed outOld chicks cryin' 'cause they know that they lost outBut I'm still on you, I'm still on youMy drink spilled on me, while I feel on you, I'm saying

Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want you to want meWould you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want ya

And we are we are we are, got me up all nightAnd we are we are we are, all I'm singin' is love songsAnd we are we are we are, got me up all nightAnd we are we are we are (she got me)And we are we are we are (she got me)

Well this has gotta be the longest crush everIf I ever get to fuck it'd be the longest bust everLove is a drug, like the strongest stuff ever andFuck it I'm on one, you feel me?She on a power trip, she got me where she want a niggaWifin' in the club, man my homies' gon' disown a niggaLike, give me 20 dolla', dolla'Ass stupid, how you get to college, collegeI'm in your city and I'm wonderin' if you're home nowWent and found a man, but I'm hopin' you alone nowCan't help but feelin' like I dropped the ball, clicheI used to pop up on you at the mall, each dayNow typically I kick game like EastbayBut you got a nigga freeze-framed yelling please playFor Pete's sake, homie pull it togetherJust fuck her one time and be through it forever, but

Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want you to want meWould you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want ya, yeah

And we are we are we are, got me up all nightAnd we are we are we are, all I'm singin' is love songsAnd we are we are we are, got me up all nightAnd we are we are we are (she got me)And we are we are we are (she got me)

Got me up all nightAll I'm singing is love songs, she got me up all night (all night)Constant drinking and love songs, she got me up all night (all night)Down and out with these love songs, she got me up all night (all night)Drown it out with these love songs, she got me up all night (yeah)All I'm singing is love songs, she got me up all night (yeah)Constant drinking and love songs, she got me up all night (yeah)Down and out with these love songs, she got me open all night uh huhGot me open all night hey

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Super Bass


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[Verse 1:]
This one is for the boys with the booming system
Top down, AC with the cooling system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up

And he ill, he real, he might got a deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a motherfucking trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip
That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for
And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin' hoe

I said, excuse me, you're a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up

[Chorus – Ester Dean & Nicki Minaj:]
Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Beating like a drum and it's coming your way
Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?
You got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah, that's the super bass
(Boom) [x15]
(You got that super bass)
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
He got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
He got that super bass

[Verse 2:]
This one is for the boys in the polos
Entrepreneur niggas & the moguls
He could ball with the crew, he could solo
But I think I like him better when he dolo
And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on
He ain't even gotta try to put the mack on
He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look
Then the panties comin' off, off, uh
Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy you know I really got a thing for American guys
I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side, oh
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up

[Chorus – Ester Dean & Nicki Minaj]

[Bridge]
See I need you in my life for me to stay
No, no, no, no, no, I know you'll stay
No, no, no, no, no, don't go away (ay-ay)
Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way?
Oh, it be like, boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?

[Chorus – Ester Dean & Nicki Minaj]