Hoes Rap Quotes

If you can't tell from my rap lyrics already, yes I am a feminist. And when I'm saying "hoe" or "bitch" I am actually referring to men. ...That sounded bad, in someway. But at the end of the day, I'm sick of rappers using "bitches" and "hoes" as terms towards women. Feminists are NOT a hate group. Feminists are not all female. Nor has it got an anti-male agenda. It's about equality! I've had a weird, special bond with women since I was a kid. And it's just a shame really that I'm gay.

Women are women: the most beautiful creatures, I love and respect. But hoes and tricks, gets slapped with dicks and that's with no regret.

Many black intellectuals spoke about the experience of racism mainly, and sometimes exclusively, from a black male perspective, highlighting the various ways their humanity had been degraded and denied. While this discussion was something I cared about deeply, it was rarely balanced with one about all the unique ways in which black women have suffered. Even the scholars who spoke about race without focusing so much on the particular experience of black men still failed to fully capture and dissect the compounded challenges black women faced as they dealt with racism and sexism. The result of discussions of race being unfairly tilted toward the male point of view is that the experiences of black women have taken a backseat to those of black men, although they've suffered in ways that black men haven't. Racism and sexism were stacked against them. And too often they've borne the brunt of the very masculinity that has been historically debased in black men when black men asserted their power over the only people they could - black women...The hard truth is that black men have contributed to these struggles both subtly and overtly...we contribute to the degradation of black women by glorifying the kind of common rap that reduces them to bitches, hoes, and body parts.

You're fucking with a bad one You want it you can have some Mic's back son Captain of the ship Lift the anchor Tried to write me off But I'm on a different chapter They don't understand I got another plan Think I'm gone I just keep coming back Like cancer (uh!) I'm fucking active (ooh!) When you hear them ad lib's It's gang shit And again, the man again You're mad again I went missing like Madeleine They thought I'd never rap again But how about, no Bow down hoe Sticking 'round, in your house With the fucking liquor out The only competition Is the man that's in the mirror now Dealing with a different Kind of spirit in my lyrics I'mma fly away Kill the entire game I know you felt some type of way I'll lay them flowers by your idols graves

Ga nu maar rap naar huis slapen,’ zei Sinter-Klaas tot Ceciliatje, ‘we brengen seffens het schip....’ Het kind ging naar huis, maar 't sliep niet, en zat onder den schoorsteenmantel met het kussen op zijn armkens, naar de nederdaling van het schip te wachten. De maan zag juist in het arm-triestig plaatsken. Hé, wat zag Ceciliatje ineens! Ginder op een blinkenden manestraal klabetterde het ezeltje omhoog, met op zijn rug Sinter-Klaas; en Zwarte Piet liet zich meeslijpen met den staart van 't ezeltje vast te houden. De maan ging open; een zacht groot licht viel in vonkelende regenboogkleuren over de besneeuwde wereld, Sinter-Klaas groette naar de aarde, trad binnen, en weer was het gewone groenmaneschijne nacht. Ceciliatje meende te gaan weenen. Zwarte Piet of de goede Heilige hadden het schip niet gebracht. 't Lag niet op het kussen. Maar zie! Wat geluk, het schip ‘de Congo’ stond daar, daar in de koude assche, zonder kneus of berst, glanzend van zilver, en wel voor 7½ centen witten wat smorend uit zijn twee schouwpijpen! Hoe kon het zijn! Hoe was dat zoo stil gebeurd?.... Dat weet nu juist niemand, dat is de kundigheid en 't glanzend vernuft van Zwarte Piet, en dat leert hij aan niemand voort.