RO, “There she stood in the doorway/ I heard the mission bell/ And I was thinking to myself/ This could be Heaven or this could be Hell.” A cry of existential despair from the great soft-rock goliath of the Seventies. Parce que j'ai rencontré ta salope sur internet, maintenant j'ai la tête comme un Pillow Pet RO, “I don't believe in an interventionist God / But I know, darling, that you do / But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him / Not to intervene when it came to you." APESHIT, Beyonce, Jay-Z We have 30 albums and 660 song lyrics in our database. Black Steel, later covered by trip-hopper Tricky, is a pummelling refusal to be co-opted into American’s Land of the Free mythology – a message arguably as pertinent today as when it kicked down the doors 30 years ago. Où est passé Oussama ? I cleansed him of his mortal sins, I’m God and the Lord forgives even the devil worshippers We ain’t the same, you and I })(); Sur venez découvrir toutes les dernières pépites du Rap français. Ouais, son cul est faux, mais elle est venue pour de vrai (Elle est venue, euh)

RO, “If I want to see the tears in your eyes/ Then I know it had to be/ Long ago, actually in the drifting white snow/You loved me.” Piano-man Wainwright can be too ornate for his own good. Mais un regard de dégoût, je ne doute pas que ce soit

I’m moving on but you know your scruples are gone when you’re born with Lucifer’s horns Each thought’ll be so toxic, it’ll block the wind through your esophagus Do right and kill er’body, Drake mode (Hello) song: "Unaccommodating",

He’s gushing all right, but like lava from a volcano, about to burn all before it. On my petty shit but I don’t paint toes (Yeah) Alright div_id: "cf_async_" + Math.floor((Math.random() * 999999999)) The dispute is here restaged by Wainwright the younger as a raging row at the dinner table. Due to the sheer scale of this comment community, we are not able to give each post the same level of attention, but we have preserved this area in the interests of open debate. Coming out of his experiences as a too-cool-for school DJ in New York, the song functions perfectly well as a satire of Nathan Barley-type trendies.

And no, ain’t nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo (Migo) Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill Et j'ai fait un million sans gros contrat (j'ai fait ça) I don’t smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I’m rolling Indo Mais je déteste payer une facture (Déteste ça) Want an ad-free experience?Subscribe to Independent Premium. Regardes comment je me comporte, ils veulent que je parte The statement continues: ”This album was not made for the squeamish.

And I made a mil without a major deal (I made that) Je suis en mode gâteau (Huh), je suis en mode courageux, euh

If you are easily offended or unnerved at the screams of bloody murder, this may not be the collection for you.

Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove (What?) Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed, [Eminem:]

He references the Book of Ecclesiastes but also Elvis Presley, and offers up the grim perspective of a man whose views do not fit in with the world around him. Many artists have tried to speak to the asphyxiating conformity of life amid the manicured lawns and two-cars-in-the-drive purgatory of life in the sticks.

Man, I don’t see why they hate me For the victims of this album, may you rest peacefully. EP, "I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros / I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils / Earned all this money but they'll never take the country out me / I got hot sauce in my bag, swag." Some critics accused her of racial stereotyping, but for Simone, it was these women’s freedom to define themselves that gave them their power. Amen