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Human Rights Music Bibliography by Artist- Rap




Beastie Boys

LL Cool J

Lil Wayne

Master P





Beastie Boys

            In A World Gone Mad

            Something’s Got to Give


Artist:                                    Beastie Boys

Song:                                    In A World Gone Mad

Album:                        Single           

Producer:                        Beastie Boys

Year:                                    2003

Label:                                    Capitol Records, Inc.

Genre:                                    Rap




In a world gone mad it's hard to think right
So much violence hate and spite
Murder going on all day and night
Due time we fight the non-violent fight

Mirrors, smokescreens and lies
It's not the politicians but their actions I despise
You and Saddam should kick it like back in the day
With the cocaine and Courvoisier
But you build more bombs as you get more bold
As your mid-life crisis war unfolds
All you want to do is take control
Now put that axis of evil bullshit on hold
Citizen rule number 2080
Politicians are shady
So people watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack
I don't doubt it look at how they act

In a world gone mad it's hard to think right
So much violence hate and spite
Murder going on all day and night
Due time we fight the non-violent fight

First the 'War On Terror' now war on Iraq
We're reaching a point where we can't turn back
Let's lose the guns and let's lose the bombs
And stop the corporate contributions that their built upon
Well I'll be sleeping on your speeches 'til I start to snore
'Cause I won't carry guns for an oil war
As-Salamu alaikum, wa alaikum assalam
Peace to the Middle East peace to Islam
Now don't get us wrong 'cause we love America
But that's no reason to get hysterica
They're layin' on the syrup thick
We ain't waffles we ain't havin' it

In a world gone mad it's hard to think right
So much violence hate and spite
Murder going on all day and night
Due time we fight the non-violent fight

Now how many people must get killed?
For oil families pockets to get filled?
How many oil families get killed?
Not a damn one so what's the deal?

It's time to lead the way and de-escalate
Lose the weapons of mass destruction and the hate
Say ooh ah what's the White House doin'?
Oh no! Say, what they got brewing?!
Well I'm not pro Bush and I'm not pro Saddam
We need these fools to remain calm
George Bush you're looking like Zoo Lander
Trying to play tough for the camera
What am I on crazy pills? We've got to stop it
Get your hand out my grandma's pocket
We need health care more than going to war
You think it's democracy they're fighting for?

In a world gone mad it's hard to think right
So much violence hate and spite
Murder going on all day and night
Due time we fight the non-violent fight


Artist:                                     Beastie Boys

Song:                                    Something’s Got to Give

Album:                        Check Your Head

Producer:                        Mario Caldato, Jr.

Year:                        1992

Label:                        Capitol Records, Inc.

Genre:                                    Rap




I Wish For Peace Between The Races

Someday We Shall All Be One

Why Fight Yourself

This One's Called Rectify

There's Something Coming To The Surface

There's Fire All Around

But This Is An Illusion

I've Seen Better Days Than This One

I've Seen Better Nights Than This One

Tension Is Rebuilding

Something's Got To Give

Something's Got To Give


Someday We Shall All Be One


Jesus Christ We're Nice


LL Cool J

            Illegal Search


Artist:                                     LL Cool J

Song:                                    Illegal Search

Album:                        Mama Said Knock You Out

Producer:                        Marley Marl, Bobcat

Year:                        1990

Label:                        Def Jam/Columbia

Genre:                                    Rap

URL:                                     N/A



Yo baby

Put your seatbelt on

I got my paperwork, don't worry

It's cool


[ The Flex ]

Illegal search


(Do you wanna see it?)


(I'm gonna do it)


[ VERSE 1 ]

What the hell are you lookin for?

Can't a young man make money anymore?

Wear my jewels and like freak it on the floor

Or is it my job to make sure I'm poor?

Can't my car look better than yours?

Keep a cigar in between my jaws

I drink champagne, to hell with Coors

Never sold coke in my life, I do tours

Get that flashlight out of my face

I'm not a dog, so damn it, put away the mace

I got cash and real attorneys on the case

You're just a joker perpetratin a ace

You got time, you wanna give me a taste

I don't smoke cigarettes, so why you're lookin for base?

You might plant a gun, and hope I run a race

Eatin in the messhall, sayin my grace

You tried to frame me, but it won't work

Illegal search


[ The Flex ]

Keep on searchin


[ L.L. Cool J ]

I'm totally relaxed


[ The Flex ]

Illegal searchin


[ L.L. Cool J ]

Illegal search


[ The Flex ]

Keep on searchin

Keep on searchin

Keep on searchin

Gotta, gotta, gotta...


[ VERSE 2 ]

I call it nice, you call it a 'drug car'

I say 'disco', you call it a 'drug bar'

I say 'nice guy', you call me Mr. Good Bar

I made progress, you say, "Not that far"

I just started it, you're searchin my car

But all my paperwork is up to par

It's in my Uncle's name, so the frame won't work

Chump - illegal search


[ The Flex ]

Keep on searchin


[ L.L. Cool J ]

Illegal search


You won't find nothin


[ VERSE 3 ]

On the turnpike, and everything's right

In the background is flashin lights

Get out the car in the middle of the night

It's freezin cold, and you're doin it for spite

Slam me on the hood, yo, that ain't right

You pull out your gun if I'm puttin up a fight

My car, my clothes, and my girl is hype

But you wanna replace my silver stripes

You're a real man, your uniform is tight

Fingerprint me, take me name and height

Hopin it will, but I know it won't work

Illegal search


(Do you wanna see it?)


[ L.L. Cool J ]

Hey yo, Marley

Get funky


[ The Flex ]

Illegal illegal illegal search


[ L.L. Cool J ]

Real funky


(I'm gonna do it for ya)

(I'm gonna do it)


[ L.L. Cool J

Keep it right there

Funk it up


[ VERSE 4 ]

I was sued to court, the case got thrown out

I'm that man that you all read about

Put me in jail, you're doin it for clout

I only got one question: what's that all about?

Jail is somethin that I can do without

Case dismissed, and now you wanna pout

You feel like tryin it again, but you know it won't work

Illegal search


[ The Flex ]

Keep on searchin


[ L.L. Cool J ]

Illegal search

But I got all my ID, and my car's registered


Illegal searchin

Illegal search


And them cops out there

That did the wrong thing to one of my brothers

In Jersey

Keep on searching


Cause that was foul




Lil Wayne

            Georgia… Bush


Artist:                                    Lil Wayne

Song:                                    Georgia… Bush

Album:                        Dedication 2 (Mixtape)

Producer:                        Lil Wayne with DJ Drama

Year:                                    2006

Label:                                    Cash Money Records

Genre:                                    Rap




This song right here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this

(Georgia x 8 with Wayne)

This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sittin on top they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
Then they tellin y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like everythin cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's really goin on
Make it look like a lotta stealin goin on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just tryin to eat
Man fuck the police and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa) Bush
So what happened to the leverage, why wasn't they steady
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the lever
that keep on tellin me they heard this, stole this
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson now
but it's president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush

[Chorus - 2X]
We from a town where (Georgia)
Everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby I'm still prayin wich ya
Everybody cryin but (Georgia)
Aint nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush

I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hatin, tryin to wash away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest, they sayin you gotta have paper if you tryin to come back
Niggas thinkin it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Geeoorrggiaa)
Noooww it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say dont worry bout it
And the children have been scarred, no ones here to care bout em
And fash out, to all the rappers that helped out
Yea we like it they callin y'all, but fuck president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna drop no dollas, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cuz he died in the storm, fuck president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cuz if a nigga still movin then he holdin it down
I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-es
I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yea!


(DJ Drama: oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)

Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a muthafuckin trip
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talkin bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cause, tryin keep the reaper off me
I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkin
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everythin and you lookin like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no argin (arguing)

And I don't ever write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in
Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young nigga ballin
Mike Jordan, pardon my swag
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita
Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even
There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evenin, hotter than a tub steamin
Gotcha girlfriend dreamin of one day bein Trina
Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl drivin, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livin
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I don't play
No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizin for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse


Master P

            Ghetto in the Sky


Artist:                                    Master P

Song:                                    Ghetto in the Sky

Album:                        Only God Can Judge Me

Producer:                        Master P

Year:                                    1999

Label:                                    Priority Records

Genre:                                    Rap           




It's like my adversaries plottin on my death
But I put my life in God's hands, y'know
I'm thugged out for life, I'm a ghetto nigga for life
and uhh.. I ain't runnin from no problems
I'm just, tryin to be stress free y'know
Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh..
hit that sess and let it just marinate y'know
Get away, ya heard me?

My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

How many tears is momma gon' cry, how
many caskets she gon' buy
til we all gon' realize that we all was born to die
Niggaz standin on corners, just to scheme and plot
Niggaz killin up each other, for grams of rock
Subconcious all of my wrongdoing
that's why I pack a long gun
Niggaz fightin everyday, til death be the outcome
I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen
Homies wishin of a better life but it's blowin in the wind
And I was cursed since birth cause I
was born in the project
Raised on powdered milk government
cheese, eggs and a county check
I hustled in hallways with no lights
Hopin I could make it through the days
and live through the nights

My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

They nailed Jesus to the cross, put my people on dope
I don't know a nigga in the project,
that own a plane or a boat
See society got me fed up (fed up)
Brought us over here, to misled us
I gotta, troublesome mind, I gotta, troublesome soul
I been in and out of jail on probation and parole
And when I really die is they gon' steal my gold teeth?
Now who's the real animal - dem or me?
And if you ready for me Lord, and I'm the, next contender
I'm tryin to change my life, see I don't wanna die a sinner
And do the - police, really protect and serve?
Then why it ain't no crack houses, in the suburbs?

My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My soldiers roll with me
To a place, where we all,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?

Is there really a place where uhh
ain't no fightin, ain't no killin, ain't no backstabbin
Ain't no friends turnin against each other
Ain't no racism, ain't no hate
Sound like heaven to me, huh
It's hard to find



            Rosa Parks


Artist:                                    Outkast

Song:                                    Rosa Parks

Album:                        Big Boi and Dre present… Outkast

Producer:                        Big Boi and Dr. Dre

Year:                                    2001

Label:                                    LaFace Records

Genre:                                    Rap           



Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk

Verse 1:(Big Boi)
Many a day has passed, the night has gone by
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family
Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way
We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave
A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya
Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas
Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty
Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties
Damn we the committee gone burn it down
But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now


I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
To stimulate then activate the left and right brain
Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut
You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what
Thats one to live by or either that one to die to
I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure
Andre, got to her station here's my destination
She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours
Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it
But I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway
But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it
Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky
Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote
And I hope I never have to float in that boat
Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote
That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done
And we got a new joe in town
When the record player get to skippin and slowin down
All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then...

(Harmonica Solo)
(Hook til fade)





Artist:                                     Tupac

Song:                                    Changes

Album:                        Greatest Hits

Producer:                        Tupac

Year:                        1998

Label:                        Jive

Genre:                                    Rap







Come on come on

I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself

is life worth living should I blast myself?

I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black

my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro

pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero

Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares

one less hungry mouth on the welfare

First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers

give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other

It's time to fight back that's what Huey said

2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead

I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere

unless we share with each other

We gotta start makin' changes

learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers

and that's how it's supposed to be

How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?

I'd love to go back to when we played as kids

but things changed, and that's the way it is


[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]

Come on come on

That's just the way it is

Things'll never be the same

That's just the way it is

aww yeah




I see no changes all I see is racist faces

misplaced hate makes disgrace to races

We under I wonder what it takes to make this

one better place, let's erase the wasted

Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right

'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight

and only time we chill is when we kill each other

it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And although it seems heaven sent

We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh

It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact

the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks

But some things will never change

try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game

Now tell me what's a mother to do

bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you

You gotta operate the easy way

"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way

sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"

Well hey, well that's the way it is





We gotta make a change...

It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.

Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live

and let's change the way we treat each other.

You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do

what we gotta do, to survive.



And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace

It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East

Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs

so the police can bother me

And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do

But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you

Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,

crack you up and pimp smack you up

You gotta learn to hold ya own

they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone

But tell the cops they can't touch this

I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this

That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool

my mama didn't raise no fool

And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped

& I never get to lay back

'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs

some punk that I roughed up way back

comin' back after all these years

rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh



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