Tag: christmas

  • How you looking like beef jerky, beefing in every verse,
    But never beefing in person? Randy Savage.
    You wouldn’t snap a Slim Jim,
    You wouldn’t rip a wrapping on Christmas in Santa’s attic
    With the hands of Eddie Scissors…ain’t you average?

    Royce Da 5’9", “Courtesy,” from Royce and DJ Premier’s PRhyme, 2014.
  • A born terror, a rebel without a pause…
    Ain’t never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?

    Shyheim, “On and On,” Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child, 1994
  • Americanomics works, and I won’t argue that is true.
    But if the economy is getting better, getting better for who?
    Well, if you ask me, I’m doing much worse than before,
    With the welfare cuts, I don’t eat no more.
    So if I did wanna go out, I couldn’t go nowhere,
    Cause I ate every last one of them reindeer.
    Rudolph first, I went down the list,
    I got so hungry, I just couldn’t resist.
    I ate Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Dixon,
    Fried them up and then started to mix them.
    And before you knew it, they were all gone,
    I wonder what y’all gonna do about my reindeer song!

    Kool Moe Dee, “Santa’s Rap,” from Beat Street, 1984
  • The place I’m from, Santa don’t leave gifts.
    In my house, Santa only shoplifts.
    Holidays in the hood ain’t no motherfuckin joke,
    When people all around you is starving and broke.
    Cause if you black and poor, it’s hell;
    You only hear gunshots, you never hear bells.
    So if you got a way out, then go
    Cause it ain’t no fun with Christmas in the ghetto.

    TRU, “Christmas In Da Ghetto,” West Coast Bad Boyz: High of Xmas, 1992
  • It was December 24th on Hollis Ave. in the dark,
    When I see a man chilling with his dog in the park.
    I approached very slowly with my heart full of fear,
    Looked at his dog, oh my God, an ill reindeer!
    But then I was illin’ because the man had a beard,
    And a bag full of goodies, 12 o’clock had neared.
    So I turned my head a second and the man had gone,
    But he left his driver’s wallet smack dead on the lawn.
    I picked the wallet up, then I took a pause…
    Took out the license and it cold said ‘Santa Claus!’

    Run, “Christmas in Hollis,” from A Very Special Christmas, 1987
  • Smell the pinetrees in the air, sleigh bells are ringing,
    Toy stores are out of control, and kids singing.
    That night before Christmas, dashing through the snow,
    Rudolph the Reindeer, red nose that glow.
    It’s all about the candy canes and Christmas list,
    North Pole and that chubby, jolly, old Saint Nick,
    The little elves getting busy, in Santa workshop
    And how gingerbread men keep they buttons on top.
    Wooden soldiers and chestnuts, roasting like marshmallows
    Goodfellas, chocolate pudding pops and Jell-O’s.
    It’s the gift, the cookies and milk on the mantle,
    The mistletoe, that scent from that peppermint candles,
    That warm French vanilla, mean coat with zippers,
    Bareskin robe dragon with Versace slippers.
    Around the fireplace we breathe, shirts are short sleeve,
    We stayin’ up all night on Christmas Eve!

    Ghostface Killah, “Ghostface X-Mas,” GhostDeini the Great, 2008
  • Do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Kris Kringle.
    Come and stay awhile, kick it with God’s Angels.
    Take and acknowledge my wisdom and understand
    That Santa Claus is a black man.

    Keith Murray, “Santa Baby,” A Very Special Christmas 3, 1997
  • A born terror, a rebel without a pause…
    Ain’t never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?

    Shyheim, “On and On,” Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child, 1994 (via egotripland & babylonfalling)
  • It’s Christmas time and my rhyme’s steady bumpin.
    Everybody happy, hair still nappy,
    Gonna steal a gift for my old grandpappy…

    Snoop Dogg, “Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto”, Christmas on Death Row, 1996
  • Christmas is over and this is my resolution:
    To stop the confusion.
    Let the fresh get fresh, and the stale get staler
    And throw em in a pail of
    Trash…with the other trash, and smash down the lid,
    For all the weak shit they did.

    Special Ed, “Ready 2 Attack,” Legal, 1990