D12 - American Psycho
[Excerpt: Slim Shady]
I'm (what?) a human mutt, fuck a being, I'm a dog
Fuck lambs, I'm silencin' 'em all
I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve
Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers
I'm livin' in Waco Texas, me and my girl
Fuck David Koresh, I'm startin' my own world
It's called Bizarre's Cemetery, it's scary
Eatin' a virgin's cherry... they're all gonna laugh at you, Carrie
[Excerpt: Kon Artis]
(Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer)
Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller
Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller"
Rifle slash knife, faggot dasher, "Cop Killer"
Kanye West - Monster
[Excerpt: Nicki Minaj]
Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki 'cause she's fake
She's on a diet, but her pockets eatin' cheesecake
And I'll say Bride of Chucky is Child's Play
Just killed another career, it's a mild day
Celph Titled ft. Vinnie Paz & Buckwild - Eraserheads
The sound of my voice'll make stab wounds
Barber of the universe leavin' planets with half moons
I have assumed that those who choose to make rap music
Have no talent at music
So me and Vinnie came to grab ya head and put a gat to it
I bring the .45 Glock and the .38
AR-15 send their body to the pearly gates
Me and Celph ain't makin' happy music, this is purely hate
Tobe Hooper in this muthafucka cousin, saw his face
And when we holdin' the Tec, we'll put a hole in ya neck
Leavin' you with a permanent T-Pain vocal effect
I ain't a flossy dude, sippin' Mo'
But if I was, I'd pop the cork off in your bitch's asshole (let 'em know)
That's how the ho get treated, she get the smut treatment
Toss her out the whip, leave her on the rough cement
Celph and Vinnie will deliver an abrupt beatin'
And the Walther 9M will leave your guts leakin'
Your video had the best special effects I seen
Had you in the projects usin' computer blue screens (nah'mean?)
You phony muthafuckas never held a ratchet ever
You was in the faggot bar with Kanye strapped in leather
I never thought I'd get a bitch pregnant ever
Until my main squeeze gave birth to a baby Beretta
(The more gravy the better), don't holla just yell
It's like the night before Christmas, I can't wait to see hell
I can't wait to see hell either
I'mma run up on the first muthafucka that I see with a rusty cleaver
I ain't a sucker neither, and no one fuck with Vinnie
Fat gut, wife-beater, pasta, I'm a fuckin' Guinea
I'll smash a mirror, I'll walk under a ladder
I'll let a black cat cross my path, it don't matter
Cause I ain't superstitious and I don't fear nothin'
You talkin' all that tough shit
But you's a queer frontin'
And y'all are snitch but let me tell you somethin'
You ain't hear nothin'
I like to refer to my trigger as the fear button
I don't fear nothing either, I just cock the pistol
I like the way the bullet burst and what it do to tissue
Ayo we blazin' son
Like gang bangers with laser guns
My rap verses are curses
And scriptures spit with a razor tongue
Nitwit, I play ancient drums
That conjure up demon spirits
That appear in smoke out of a pagan's lungs
I'm everything hardcore, complex, original
Ya no want test the disciple of death
C. Titled is fresh like salmon at Red Lobster
And C. Titled's the best at blammin' hammers at imposters
Get ya ass whooped with automatic hazard causers
You can't make tables turn, you got bad revolvers
Faulty guns that go "click!" when you pull the trigger
Mines go... it's sick when I pull the trigger
It don't matter how we get down, guns or rhymes
I'm white and raw like the perico chico, tons of dimes
I got a way with wild shit cousin, tons of crimes
Tons of .45's, AK's, tons of nines
Lupe Fiasco - Super Cold
Black Shaun White, and he skis, and he skates
And he leaves all types of cold tracks all behind me
And you can follow those if you ever wanna find me
Better dress warm or you might end up like The Shining
Not that boy or that lady, but that nigga gone crazy
Pretty damn amazing... I can't get out
So I'm forced to ride this elevator anywhere it takes me
Ras Kass - Interview With A Vampire
You want to talk to God? God never sleeps
Ras Kass: Now what came first, the chicken or the egg?
Ras Kass: A arm a leg a leg a arm a head
Heading in your direction
The riddle was the answer to the question
Born of the flesh, what is perfection
Inside my mother's womb, doomed to return to the tomb
Or was it from the dead I was raised?
All too soon to pay, on judgment day
Is this beginning or the ending?
Died sinning, still winning, still grinning
This ending, verdict still pending, born pretending
Three-hundred billion men, women, and children cringing
Deja vu, could be I'm dreaming
But we all ask for divine reason
While still breathing, and until leaving
Who? What? When? Where? How?
But most of all why?
Do we live just to die?
The Book was written
Way before the apple got bitten
There is no God but me, mathematically, in division
My decision was all inventions
I need not mention infinite dimensions
But the human mind's flaw was limited comprehension
So while you try to travel to Mars and the stars
The God manifests through the entire universe
From the Sun, Moon, the Earth
I created man in my image and the black man was first
For scientific explanation, yeah I made man out of dirt
But how can a man be first, when its the woman that's giving birth?
Listen, single-celled organisms
To homo-sapien, to Albinism
They keep the world separate and unequal
They teach you, right is wrong, wrong is right
Up is down
Took the King off his throne, is the planet flat or round?
Can we really time travel, and is there life in outer space?
Wait, you knew all this in the first place
You trying to get to God
But, I've fallen from your grace
A billion paths to take, but which one is truly straight?
Can you walk across water or rise from the dead?
I heard he said he lived, and the son of man bled
It's a process, shit dont just happen, I create it
Everything you see, and shit you dont, son I made it, and waited
I'm the big bang theory and evolution
Been there, done that, from revolution to prostitution
The first and final solution
The quran, bible, and vedas, is only tools
Don't be confused when the medulla oblongata duels
Oh, so revelations is Genesis
Three-sixty degrees of limitless
Shit, I'm my own fuckin' nemesis
Who is you?
Son, I thought you knew
Who else? Lucifer, the light bearer stupid, the devil himself
He the creator, we all the creations, guess I'm eternal damnation
Got you bitches seeking your own salvation
Who taught you how to pray?
Cuz you read it in the book? look, your bear witness to Amen Ray
Every day when you say Amen, and then turn around
And preach worshipping false Gods, is an unforgivable sin
Yea the good book is like comic books, you take 'em too literal
I tricked you in to believing the power to reason
Makes you able to live infinitely, in the physical
Guess I'm the pro&con miracle
Basically I tell true lies in general, the yin and the yang
The player with a trillion years of game
He got you selling your spiritual, for power, money, and fame
I came out of triple stage darkness, gave mortals my attributes
But even you make me a mystery God like the lochness
A use science to prove or disprove my existence
Trying to unlock This, artificial intelligence, cloning and space stations
Trying to build the tower of babylon
But you sadly mistaken, when I start erasing homosapiens
You looking for angels with wings?!
I'm 'a bring young niggas with a ak, fuck a alien
So what you saying then? You the one that created sin!
What you call mother nature, is the nature of me
What you call evil, ultimately, was the force inside of me
Matter can't be created or destroyed it just changes shape
One God, many people, and many faiths
And this is how I wanted it done
Wait, wait, hold up
Father tell me, who is God's son?
I be the Jesus to your Buddha, the Krishna at your Jumah
The big kahuna, Jehovahs Witness in suede pumas
Zeus, Pharaoh, Elohim, Saturn, Yahweh, Jah
Rastafari, Allah, The Most High
But then, only that, I'm not...
I'm the oceans, the trees, a bumble bee, and a Glock
Earthquakes, to how much money you'll ever take
The reason behind every mistake mankind continually makes
Did God create man, or did man need to create God?
The answer is both, cause how mortals look at God is odd
You try to customize me to be comfortable
For what you want to do, and how you choose to act
The Pope and Christians will tell you God ain't black
But to get something from nothing is physically impossible, thats a fact
Black is the combination of all colors
White is the lack thereof
Darkness is beneath the ground, and in the skies up above
The clue, is that the true illumination is me, not Illuminati
Cause I alone discriminate & eliminate
Any who be believing they can rationalize our out-reason He
Who created your creature, the student can never be greater than the teacher
Whether its Adam and Eve, or atomic chemistry
I'm the one true source of all energy
Who will eventually destroy every enemy when I see fit
I can't blaspheme my own name so when God damn it, so be it
Thats called the wrath of God, but we gotta deal, I can chill
Fuck up the whole world, and in the end
He'll still fulfill his plan, to return man to his original position
Nigga gave me some hooks, and said I gets to go fishin'
I gave man dominion over the Earth, to master the wealth
But most of my children don't have dominion over theyself
That's where I come in
Call it original sin
But, who really gives a flying fuck?
I taught you how to blood suck, and ultimately self destruct
Know the ledge, wise the dome, do the data
I'm the alpha
I'm the beta
And I'm omega
To be or not to be was man's question since conception
I think therefore I am, was man's perception
But the birth is the resurrection
The son of God, or God's son, that lights our entire spectrum
You got everlasting life, long as you got day and night
Illumination, not education, to bring the blind sight
And what you need to know is that you'll never know it all
I'm a lowercase g, son of the ever-living God
The Wu-Tang Clan - Gravel Pit
[Excerpt: Method Man]
From Park Hill, The House On Haunted Hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills?
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Jay Z - D'evils
My flesh, no nigga could test, my soul is possessed
By D'evils in the form of diamonds and Lexuses
The Exorcist got me doing sticks like
"Homie, you don't know me but the whole world owe me, strip!"
Outkast ft. Goodie Mob - Git Up, Git Out
[Excerpt: Big Boi]
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
They taught me how to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers
So in a sense I was Rosemary's Baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Pharoahe Monch - Right Here
Y'all heard of me, I pack MACs and crack vertebraes
Leave niggas with third degree burns and back surgery
Mics, guns, knives, pick - declare which object, flip
Have niggas runnin' like The Blair Witch Project
[Excerpt: Tech N9ne]
Then on a rainy evening, with a panicked feelin'
Went to her home and looked in the window and Sammy sees them
The door's between her and the Necromancer
And what you think is gon' happen if she answers?
Public Enemy - Night Of The Living Baseheads
Here it is, BAM! And you say Goddamn!
This is the dope jam
But let's define the term called dope
And you think it mean funky now, no
Here is a true tale of the ones that deal
Are the ones that fail, yeah...
You can move if you wanna move, what it prove?
It's here like the groove
The problem is this: we gotta' fix it
Check out the justice, and how they run it
Selling, smelling, sniffing, riffing
And brothers try to get swift and sell to their own
Rob a home while some shrivel to bone
Like comatose walkin' around
Please don't confuse this with the sound
I'm talkin' 'bout... BASS!
I put this together to rock the bells
Of those that boost the dose
Of lack a lack, and those that sell to Black
Shame on a brother when he dealin'
The same block where my '98 be wheelin'
And everybody know, another kilo'
From a corner from a brother to keep another below
Stop illin' and killin', stop grillin'
Yo, black, yo (we are willin')
4, 5 o'clock in the mornin', wait a minute y'all
The fiends are fiendin', day to day they say no other way
This stuff... is really bad
I'm talkin' 'bout... BASS!
Yo, listen, I see it on their faces
(First come, first serve basis)
Standing in line, checking the time
Homeboys playing the curb
The same ones that used to do herb
Now they're gone, passin' it on
Poison attack - the Black word bond
My man Daddy-O once said to me
He knew a brother who stayed all day in his jeep
And at night he went to sleep
And in the morning all he had was the sneakers on his feet
The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo
He stripped the Jeep to fill his pipe
And wander around to find a place
Where they rocked to a different kind of... BASS!
Succotash is a means for kids to make cash
Selling drugs to the brother man instead of the other man
I'm talkin' 'bout... BASS!
RiFF RAFF - Kris Krangle
Hustlin' in the cut, Kawasaki full throttle
Keep a couple of gold models, cuttin' coke in Toronto
I'mma bring the rice, pour the syrup in my slice
Rap game Neon Spice, turn heads like Poltergeist
Styles Of Beyond ft. Celph Titled - Murderer
Face mask, semblance driftin'
Nice gems, an extraordinary gentleman
Sweep the villa with petite guerrillas
Blades on my heels slicin' like Ichi The Killer
Buck 65 - 1957
Hard rain falling, babies sleeping in God’s palms
Alarm clocks ringing, warrior monks and bomb squads
Invasion Of The Body Snatchers, clairvoyants and mediums
Believers in nothing, speed freaks and bohemians
[Excerpt: Ras Kass]
Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula
Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black Acura
Homies is gat packers, rat packer
Fly nigga, I'm the Benjamin stack attractor
Durag Dynasty - Durag Dynasty Theme
[Excerpt: Killer Ben]
Somewhere in between demented or schizophrenic
So mental clinics beware
I weave dreams fallen from Heaven's stare
Land on Elm Street and murder Freddy in his nightmare
Ol' Dirty Bastard ft. GZA - Damage
Yeah, I busted that ass before
(You ran to Texas and came back, but forgot the chainsaw...)
And want to perform a massacre?
Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular
Jedi Mind Tricks - The Winds Of War
[Intro: Sampled Dialogue From Kevin Spacey's "John Doe" Character]
I'm setting the example
And what I've done is gonna be puzzled over
And studied... and followed...
2Pac - Troublesome
Pistol-packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
Release me to the care of my heartless strap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I'll roll on your ass like an avalanche
DMX ft. Marilyn Manson - The Omen
[Verse 1: DMX]
Still right here shorty, told you I got you
Like the way I scooped you when them faggot niggas shot you
I'mma hold you down and I mean that for real
But every time you beef with a nigga, I end up havin' to kill
It ain't like that, and hey, forget about them two kids
'Bout to get a deal and it's as nice as you is
Oh, you think?
Nah, I'm just playing - wassup?
Got some new bitches, I know you tryna get fucked
What, I ain't your man no more?
Just because a nigga don't need a hand no more?
You know how we do, if one goes soft
We all take the pussy and go up in her raw
It's like now, where you going, I ain't tryin to take it
Fuckin' with a nigga like you, I won't make it
It'll be what it is
Yo, you in for the night
I'm 'bout to take it to the crib
You'll get home aight
[Hook x2: Marilyn Manson]
The snake... the rat...
The cat and the dog
How you gonna live
When you're in the fog?
[Verse 2: DMX]
I ain't fucking with this nigga no more, word to my mother
Fuck it, so you know I'm for sure, word to my brother
It's like he's gotten worse than before, son of "I wonder"
What type of dirt this nigga got in store for me to get under?
Then I get the call:
Yo X, police just killed your cousin underneath the projects
Don't get vexed, niggas'll pay, 'member I got you
Told you I got you - dawg, I got you
I'm in a catch twenty-two, but them niggas got to pay
But I know he gon' be asking for a favor one day
But fuck it, I ain't got no choice in the matter
Them faggots killed my peoples, and I wanna see 'em splatter
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, we ain't on no kid shit
And I'mma use the same gun that you killed them two kids with
Is that hard to live with? Nah
See, you still a playa
But what you want from me?
Ah, I'll tell you later
[Verse 3: DMX]
Shit is all over the news, bomb goes off in Central
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
The mental is like "get the fuck outta there"
Hey, going somewhere?
What the bag for?
Fuck it, what you want?
Can your nigga come inside, for a minute and puff a blunt?
Here we go again...
After what I just gave you
Wasn't acting like that, when you asked for that favor
Yo, I ain't ask you for shit
Oh, yes you did
When you really needed somethin', then you allowed me to give
You sold me your soul when you didn't say "no"
Just let a nigga go, and gimme what you owe
Fuck was you thinkin', ain't shit for free
Ain't a motherfucker you know can defeat me
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned
And with your help, I know the Devil won't win
[Outro: Marilyn Manson]
Kill kill kill, kill kill kill...
Take you all on our way to Hell...
Kill kill kill, kill kill kill...
We're going to... do it, do it well...
Kill kill kill, kill kill kill...
Take you all on our way to hell...
Kill kill kill, kill kill kill...
We don't want to do it, but we do it well...
HNHH breaks down 20 of the best horror film references in hip-hop - not the "Top 20", simply 20 of the best.
As we've mentioned in previous features, the inspiration rappers draw from film can't be denied, and horror movies are no exception.
Films such as American Psycho, The Omen, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Shining, The Exorcist and Rosemary's Baby have inspired many of your favorite emcees, and references to them show up regularly in their lyrics. From pioneers such as Public Enemy and the Wu-Tang Clan to contemporary acts such as RiFF RAFF and Durag Dynasty, emcees have been referencing horror movies since the beginning.
Read on for a breakdown of some of the best horror flick references over the past three decades. Keep in mind, they appear in no particular order.
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