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বাঙালি পোলা [উত্তর-উত্তরাধুনিক বাংলা রেপ গানঃ Post-postmodern Bangla Rap Song]

আমি জাতে বাঙালি,


ভাইজান দিও না তো গালি!


আমি বাঙালি পোলা,


একখান আগুনেরই গোলা!


 

এইডা আমার বাংলাদেশ,


ভালোবাসার নাইতো শেষ,


আর করিস না ঝামেলা,


শালা এইখান থেইকা পালা!

 

 

ও রে ও পাগল মন,


বন্ধ কর জ্বালাতন!

 

দিলে প্রেমের বড় খিদা,


আমি তার প্রেমে ফিদা।


 

মাইয়ার নাম অপু বিশ্বাস,


ছিল যার প্রাণের নিশ্বাস,


পোলার নাম সাকিব খান,


মনটা ভাইঙ্গা হইছে খানখান!


 

প্রেমে চাই পড়তে ভাই,


ছেঁকা খাই তাই ডরাই!


মেরা জুতা হেয় জাপানি,


Eating bread and honey!


 

যতই করি টেরাই ভাই,


আমার ঝামেলার শেষ নাই!


তোরা যে যা বলিস ভাই,


আমার সোনার হরিণ চাই!


তোরা যে যা বলিস ভাই,


আমার সোনার হরিণ চাই!


 

আমি ডিগ্রি পাশ কইরা,


মরি রাস্তায় ঘুইরা ঘুইরা,


হায় রে হায় কি যে করি?


ভাইগ্যে কবে আইবো চাকরি?


তোরা যে যা বলিস ভাই,


আমার সোনার হরিণ চাই!


তোরা যে যা বলিস ভাই,

 

আমার সোনার হরিণ চাই!

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Electric Kingdom

Electic Kingdom

 

Isn't it a pity when you hate the city

 

So no damn good with snake pit lion's den you need someone to be your friend

 

Like Mickey Mouse & Daffy Duck chasing each other in a bush

 

The whole wide world is in quite a rush

 

Yet such a kingdom does exist

 

Can you catch my drift

 

In a far off place in search of trace in

 

A child hood fantasy in a dream whole new scene

 

With dragons and kings with queens

 

A court jester killing the village scene

 

We got trolls living in holes with dirt as their ceiling

 

Nothing shady in my electric kingdom

 

Lot's of folks tripping cause I'm on a mission

 

A vision of twilight sun tainting the vast array of its sparkling ellagance

 

Such extravagance at first glance a timely dance with a fare maiden

 

Looking lips shooting hits take some time to move those hips

 

A sought off excursion in my mind cause the dragon got me in a fix

 

I mix with tempers of fire blown up in full desire

 

An angry elf just bit me in the arm so sound the alarm

 

I came to get down & paint to village town

 

Electric kingdom where the creatures are so real

 

Some may claim it as a no good deal

 

Horses with valiant lances never given any second chances

 

Took a crap in the distant bushes with a push in

 

This is a place inside my mind some call me crazy but I am not blind

 

Rap is good in this place of dreams holding my own as my vison gleams.

 

 

 

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Tupac & Big

Biggie & Tu

two hustlers in the music scene

thug life & the means to swing

rap in the way it used to be

making sweet magic & history

gone are the days we used to wake up in a purple haze

kissing second cousin falling in a daze

like a mouse that's stuck in a maze

shattered dreams things don't seem what they mean

stick a fork in me cause I'm done

soon I'll be off to run

as a young homeboy in the hood

busting sweet rhymes like I knew he should

wouldn't care in what they said or did

busting out with a cherry bomb under a garbage van lid

Pussy ain't nothing but meat on the bone

I'll suck it, I'll fuck it, I'll leave it alone

Sound the alarm cause I'm out shooting blanks

Two hoods in the hip hop scene

producer Shug Knight can get awful mean

Falling head long at the seams

Living in the land of mean

The freaks come out at night out of sight

Riding in there Benz popping on Depends

shattered dreams evil schemes things don't seem what they mean

See you on the flip side squeeze

I'm going to pray to God it will knock you to your knees

The bees sugar is honey and honey is sweet

I got these cool rhymes buzzing from my head down to my feet

Biggie & Tu may have bitten off far more then they could chew

Nothing knew both had high top mansions

Silver dollars with no ransom

They both had left a legacy

See the new movie out going down in history

R.I.P. my friends see you in heaven looking down

For now I'll still listen to your tracks with no frown

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Dope Joint

Word to your mother I'm the over weight lover
A beat of the clock to watch the grand tick tock
Blowing up the system in my shorts
Summer...Summer...Summer is here nothing to fear

Girls in hot shorts the curves on there hips
Hitting the gym no where to begin
Solid as a rock cause I got a big cock
Pulling down the dope joint over my head

Wake up dead a head full of lead
A nine at my back homeboy giving me a heart attack
See you on the flip side cheese
That girl will knock you to you knees

We got the stereo blasting
Body kit cars in the mix
Smoking a blunt to my head
Snoop is singing my favorite song

Gin & juice better then the blues
New sneakers on Nike and I'm not blind
Sound the alarm playing spades on the patio
Banging hot ladies somebody save me

Long hair, short shorts & a weave
Knock you to your knees I got to sneeze
Sugar is sweet like hot in the oven
Better then kissing your second cousin

 

You say I'm not dope well your all wrong
The stereo is playing my favorite song
Going to play pool with a couple of friends
Should I knock over another mail box

It all depends while I boogey right down to the socks
What's my claim to fame sense the like of Scott La Rock
Pulling on my jock cause you want a another push
Honey's in my sofa and some under my hood

Some are just no damn good
What's a young homeboy to do
Bitten off more then I could chew
What's the golden rule

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Freestyle - Attempt 1

The name is called, standing tall

Who at all can come at a nigga?

It's only high standing level with the sky still to reach it.

Reaching, reaching this point of altitutde.

Respect is not to be given but only to those who earn,

Listen now, I speak amongst you.

I speak of great things that will come unto you.

Though, these are to prosper not to harm you.

We all do things that we shouldn't do.

Really the O' zealous one who makes a difference.

Takeing wise words for granted is something likely to happen,

Still refuse to make the bold assessment,

Looking at oneself before addressing another.

All these sick motherfuckers,

Judging before they understand something.

All for not, standing under folly,

Call it how I see it nigga. Let it seep in,

Into this deep end.

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Shit, can a man get his flow back?

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Breakfast Scramble

 

Burning
Crispy and flaky
Always screaming
Where does the time run to?
A peel here 
And a scrape there 
Spreading on thin
What seems to accomplish the morning
What can all be put into a little cup
Of happiness? 
NO
Comfort?
NO
But closure; [[end task]]  
We cringe and boil into a frenzy
If motion isn't in our favor
what if we paused for one second
To give the clocks hands a break
So our nucleus can replenish
To Allow cells to renovate the mitochondria  
If we cracked open the shell 
took out the cholesterol 
We could see a more vivid bake 
Flipping and pouring out what contents we wished to have results for 
Pressing down on a home slice
Then buttering em up for the crowd
Pressure makes combustion
Be careful what you steam and strain
You don't want raw
But overcooked is trashy 
Pressure could create a hard soul 
On the other hand
That can't be broken or scathed 
In which were in 50/50 odds 
With our gods 
More or less rips in the seams let in 
Sunlight but also darkness
Fruit ripen then rot when kept away from the world regardless of good or bad company
Rambles scramble lingo into jargon
And Mumbo jumbo into conspiracy 
What we have is
what we got 
But what we want is
what we can make happen 
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Leather back tome, edition unknown,

borne to the air by the snap of an elbow.

Rhetoric's bones, taken and thrown;

ordinance cast like a plague on the townsfolk.

Sage pages turn, phrases flayed by wind,

trajectory foretold by the Truth therein –

ejected like corpses infectious with sin,

falling to crater in cacophonous din.

These walls you have pontificated,

containment made for the liberated mind,

will yield to our elevated kind

as we ascend on the breath of your decline.

We invoke the goddess, Gravity

but offer no tribute to her majesty.

Her tenacity betrays her thirst –

 

our lessons, like libations made in reverse.

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Rap Angels

Biggie and Tupac
Heavens Dance Angels Prance
Rap’s Eternal Lyrical Romance
 
I awoke one morning with little warning
God’s Rapticans took me for a ride
To the other side where are loved ones hide
 
California Love I climbed on
Deep into the Light...What a Sight
Beyond the video to Heavens Studio
 
We headed to a place above the Sun
Follow the beat  move your feet feel the heat
My soul My mind My unwind
 
We stopped and came to a place
Where Angel’s climbed Heavenly Vine
At the top there was a door had to see more
 
Inside Biggie and Tupac
What a shock
Teaching all future Rappers yet to come
 
All colors and creeds planting Peace Seeds
Finally an End to terror will come beat the Drum
Boys and Girls yet to be born
 
End to hate there will be no debate
Big and Tupac will see to that
Future plan for Man
 
Learning to write about ideas
Share knowledgeable have compassion
Heavens true fashion
 
No more Mideast No more Midwest no more whose the best
Someday all the realities will unite
The Dead, The Living, The yet to be born sound the Horn
 
Finally and end to Global Fight
Through Rap’s Musical Delight
God’s Audio Lift Musical Gift
 
A new beginning
The Creators Plan 
For the Family of Man
 
 

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Blind love~realized disguise~rap of life~line~time

aches & pains sever the line.

the train i've been tryin' to ride,

came off the tracks.

so here I am,

i'll just sit back on this dirt ground,

the air is thick with fog, while the sky cries,

there's a blue & black cloud bringin' me down..

 

money burning all around, while you starve & whine-

out of food now.. without love you've spent too much time.

i'm not a mother fucking slot machine,

so quit shoving in your two, three, four, five cents,

i'll spit it right back out!

 

while you're at home, feeding your addictions..

greed, alcohol, drugs & sex.. 

i'll be taking care of all these convictions.

you're not good at fuckin manipulation,

cause in your words I can taste it,

the lies you've coughed out,

fucking corn syrup, cough syrup,

preservatives, fucking sick shit. 

disgusting scent, you reek of dishonesty.

 

I never believed in you, cause you never believed in me.

i'll be gone before you can count to 3.. 

never again will you see me..

 

blind, kind, innocent blackness seeping into your mind..

darkness consumes, your night is full of gloom.

into the heavens you cannot see, 

because the pits of hell have taken over,

run away, lest it devours me.

 

sorry I couldn't help you,

the rope you tied around my neck got worn & broke.

so to this i'll take a toke, 

the sheets were torn,

your eyes bled melting plastic,

& your heart withered in scorn... 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

unusual of me, but I was really feeling some rap music today... & felt inspired. so here's the product. not that great but it speaks for me.

4.11.13