Favorite self-awareness bars from rappers

Mike the Executioner

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I put my life up for yours, see, I love that girl
Could you believe even my shadow's jealous?
My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
Though my songs come from the Father
I'm lonely....hold me, it's gettin' darker

-Nas, "Every Ghetto"

I love my fans, but no one ever puts a grasp
On the fact I've sacrificed everything I have
I never dreamt I'd get to the level that I'm at
This is wack, this is more than I ever coulda asked
Everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater, hood or mask
What about math? How come I wasn't ever good at that?
It's like the boy in the bubble who never could adapt
I'm trapped, if I could go back, I never woulda rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, I'll never get it back
I just wanna leave this game with level head intact

-Eminem, "Say Goodbye Hollywood"

God's given me all this, still, I feel no different regardless
Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded
If only they knew, it's a facade and it's exhaustive
And I try not to listen to nonsense
But if you bytches are trying to strip me of my confidence, mission accomplished
I'm not God-sent, Nas, Rakim,'Pac, B.I.G., James Todd Smith
And I'm not Prince, so....

-Eminem, "Walk on Water" (featuring Beyonce)
 
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“I must admit on some occasions
I went out like a punk and a chump
Or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect I used to never get
'Cause all I got was upset
When nikkas used to be like
("What's up, fool?! nikka, what's up?!")
And tried to sweat a nikka like the Lip
For no reason at all I can recall nikkas throwing Cs in my face
Down the hall I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eating chicken at 3
Wondering, "Why is everybody always pickin' on me?
I tried to talk and tell them, chill, I did nothin' to deserve this
But when it didn't work, I wasn't scared, just real nervous and unprepared
To deal with scrappin' no doubt
My pappy never told me how to knock a nikka out
But now in '95 I must survive as a man on my own
fukk around with Fatlip, yes, ya get blown
I'm not tryin' to show no macho is shown
But when it's on, if it's on, then it's on”
 

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I'm an ignorant and negative nikka
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shyt, and say I'm better than nikkas
Came in to say this

Prodigy:
"Tempermental I snap quick, very touchy
Yo my attitude is all fukked up and real shytty"

Bushwick Bill on I Tried:
"I've always been crook, never given up
But the past few years has been really rough
Felt like givin up a couple of times
Take a jump or plant a slug deep, up in my mind
fukk it I'm dyin, done wit strugglin for mine
Sleepin on fans floors, there ain't no use to me lyin
Change my name for anonymity's sake
But a four feet dwarf that be on television's hard to miss" :mjcry:
 

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I don't even like how this Ace of Spade taste
I prefer somethin' stronger
But these bytches love the pictures that I take
When I'm posin' with this bottle
I'm a loser and I know it, tryin not to show it
In love, but in public always hidin' who I go with
When the hell did me bein' me become a problem?
For the next few minutes you can learn all about him
Every thing around me is bein' questioned includin' myself
Neglected every thing I love, includin' my health
Lately I wake up wantin' to be somebody else
And it's hurts 'cause my closest friends look at me for help
Look, I don't wanna hustle with the boys no more
But, I don't know if I got a choice no more
Picture me, somebody's favorite rapper
Baggin items in the motherfukkin' grocery store

Rain 910
 

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I don't even like how this Ace of Spade taste
I prefer somethin' stronger
But these bytches love the pictures that I take
When I'm posin' with this bottle
I'm a loser and I know it, tryin not to show it
In love, but in public always hidin' who I go with
When the hell did me bein' me become a problem?
For the next few minutes you can learn all about him
Every thing around me is bein' questioned includin' myself
Neglected every thing I love, includin' my health
Lately I wake up wantin' to be somebody else
And it's hurts 'cause my closest friends look at me for help
Look, I don't wanna hustle with the boys no more
But, I don't know if I got a choice no more
Picture me, somebody's favorite rapper
Baggin items in the motherfukkin' grocery store

Rain 910
I fukks with Rain HEAVY
 

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Now that my visions more clearer this is for hate on Royce in Detroit era
I know y'all had a good time but that was your time
But that was your era, now look at you and look at me, compare us
You can do it easily, the same way Royce was looking stupid on that Beef DVD
Shout up my nikkas D tweezy, I'll admit when I was wrong

I remember thinkin' I should prolly' hit my nikka Vaughan
You talking shyt about me at your barbershop, you obviously politicking wrong
nikkas need to stop PMS'ing,
I hope y'all barber give y'all ass the same hairline as me and DMX's
I went from wishin' Trick Trick was gone,
From pickin' which bytch to wishin' I could TwitPic my home
And as far as my nikka Trick, before we was bothers
I think we really just needed to get to know each other, I'm up

 
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One of my favorite songs of all time

I put my problems in a box beside my tightest rhymes
Under lock and key, buried deep off in my mind
And when it gets too full and I can't close the lid
I spaz on my family and my closest friends
Trade my materials for a peace of mind
I am so close to heaven, hell, I just need some time
Who cares about life and the high’s and low’s
Maybe I should write another song about pimps and hoes
Cars and clothes, idol gods, golden calves, Louis scarves
I do this for the love and it’s free of charge
I don’t need jail to be behind bars, this is purely art
In my grandma's household, this was surely taught
Don’t be naïve, yeah, these times is hard
In the midst of all the glamour I hope you find God
I never wished to be the burden bearer
But souls need saving and it’s now or never
Shock value is all they wanna see
It’s us against them and it’s just you and me
Trying to take heed what I say in my songs
Forgive me if I ever ever steered you wrong
Most people stop for signs but I driven through it
If it don’t touch my soul then I can’t listen to it
The radio don’t play the shyt I used to love
Or maybe I am just growing up
I never seen a star on a red rug
If I wanna see stars, I just look above
To the heavens

Big K.R.I.T. - The Vent
 
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