Lyrics
 

Beste lyrics?

Am I serious? I don’t even know
Are you hearing this? This shit is laughable
I ain’t trying, I’m doing, these other rappers are foolish
I got fame, my A&R’s a computer
Is there room in the game for a lame who rhymes?
Who wears short-shorts and makes jokes sometimes?
My nigga like, “I’d get you MTV if I could, man
But Pitchfork only likes rappers who crazy or hood, man”
So, I guess we gon' see
I ain’t Currensy, but if there ain’t money in my name please murder me
Sometimes I feel like I ain't supposed to be here
Sometimes I wake up, I don't want to be here
My mom loved to text me Psalm verses
She don’t look at me like I’m the same person
I used to be the sweet one, but things change
And I don’t want them missing a son like Bon’s last name
And all my uncles alcoholics, shame on me
I drink whiskey till I’m grounded, no TV
I wanna go inside the club with no gold piece
And walk in with No I.D. and no I.D
No matter how far the hood seems
We all still got hood dreams
I always wanted to get picked on the cool team
But alone is exactly how I should be

Nee.

Beetje jammer weer knul.

Ex Pistols - Revolution in the Classroom

Goodbye authority
The ones who think that they know it all
Just want you on your knees
Behind the classroom door
Where seasons waste away
They teach you how to right and wrong
But there's a price to pay
A price to pay

Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom

For more than just a day
They keep us from the game of life
And waste our lives away
Always demanding
You fit into the script
Have you ever heard
Your neighbour, scream and scream
..And scream

Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom

For more than just a day
Just take a look at the world they've made
It gives the game away
Boredom is normal
And power the order of the day
Stop your heart from beating
And waste your life away

Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom

Deny the game they play
Just take a look at the world they've made
It gives the game away
Boredom is normal
And power the order of the day
Stop your heart from beating
And throw your life away (away)

Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom

Wat jammer? Jij vraagt of iets de beste lyrics zijn en gezien dat duidelijk niet het geval is (tenzij je rond de 12 jaar bent) geef ik daar antwoord op.

Ik ben het niet gauw met jou oneens, maar Childish Gambino gaat het niveau "12-jarige" toch echt wel ver te boven.



On-topic bestaat zoiets als de "beste lyrics" natuurlijk niet, het is maar wat je zelf vet vind.

16 dan, vooruit. Maar het ging om de tekst daar bovenin, en zonder muziek erbij is dat alsnog vrij nietszeggend tegenover de echte heavy hitters van hiphop.

To short, to tall
Doesn’t matter, one size fits all
Zu gross, zu klein
Der Schlagbaum sollte oben sein
Schönes Fräulein, Lust auf mehr
Blitzkrieg mit dem Fleischgewehr
Schnaps im Kopf, du holde Braut
Steck Bratwurst in dein Sauerkraut

Klopt, kan ik nog steeds jammer vinden.

Ah op die fiets. Nou jammer men. Over een paar jaartjes misschien meer geluk.

Childish gambino is wel supervet hoor...