Best pro-materialism and anti-materialism (blingbling) lyrics in hip hop

pro = hm, I'll have to get back to you on this one

+Tribe Called Quest

never thought i'd say it but that's Tupac rationalising his thug-bling schtick fairly reasonably on 'How Do U Want It?'

RZA (i think) on 'Gravel Pit' - made me laugh

Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
Cap, cap, ya link snap, you slumped off in ya Cadillac
For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin for
Aight hoe, I'ma bank my cheese and let my mic glow
Prioritize to live through
Tell these other niggas how you bought yo' kid some tennis shoes
Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house too
Let these niggas know that your sister wouldn't of..
finished.. college.. without you - Outkast, "Red Velvet"

Pro: Sort of too ubiquitous to call.

No, that's Method Man.

(incidentally, to those of you who haven't heard this song, Cee-Lo's got an amazing set of acapella verses at the end, which is where these lyrics came from)

"ANTE UP / CAP that fool / You want big money KIDNAP that fool / It's the perfect timing / When you see that man shinin' / GET up off them goddam diamonds / HUH!

"I'd rather be broke and have a whole lotta respect" - OC - Time's Up

pro:

"To a kid lookin' up to me: Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money." - Ice Cube

Canibus, "Nigganometry"

Now if a bitch sucks yo' dick, for five dollars per square inch
And gets forty dollars, includin a five dollar tip
How big was the dick she just sucked? (say what?)
Say how big was the dick she just sucked? (what?)
If you a nigga with a watch, that's iced out
With enough rocks to make the hottest room temperature drop
How long will it take for you to get robbed? (say what?)
How long will it be before you get robbed? (what?)
Now if your song played on the radio for the first time
Four days ago, now the shit is rotational
Who got paid off to play it? (i ain't scared to say it)
Say who the fuck got paid off to play it? (i ain't scared to say shit)
If you sign a recordin deal for less than a quarter mill'
And your advance is a hundred-thousand dollar automobile
I know the vehicle was probably beautiful (yeah it's tight)
But did you ask your lawyer if it was recoupable?
It's nigganometry.. {echoes}

Chorus: {all except first line}

You had five shots of coke and vodka, then you convinced
Your designated driver to smoke a pound of marijuana
How the hell you gonna get home?
Say how the fuck you gonna drive yourself home?
You got a mansion, a benz, a bentley and a range
And ain't none of that shit in your government name
What pieces of property do you own? (you don't own nothin)
What pieces of property do you really own?
You don't own a god damn thing, nigguh)
Now if you take a glass of water then add two cubes of ice
You should see the cup's water level slightly rise, right?
You need to watch what i'ma show you (watch this)
You need to look closely at what i'ma show you
(listen to this right here)
If you remove every living animal out of the sea
Then wouldn't the world's ocean water level decrease?
This means the planet wasn't three-quarters water (that was deep)
This means the planet wasn't three-quarters water (that shit was deep)
It's nigganometry...

{sample of big bird from sesame street cut and scratched saying "n"}

"fuck gangsta bitches
wear gangsta gold..."

"Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis/When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this" Biggie

Biggie is funny for this stuff, also from 'Juicy' - 'birthdays was the worst days, now we sip champage when we thirstay'

funniest thing about that was you'd think 'so how many records do you have to sell to be able to buy both a Super Nintendo AND a Sega Geneis?'

and the answer is about 63

Sega Genesis just seems so lame now!

We roll big body Benzes and the Navigators
In the hood serving bricks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag 'cause I love to shine
Keep it by my shorty so that we be hard to find
I ain't pay the car note in about three months
I'd rather, spend my paper on Henny and blunts
Even when the truck stop, those things be constant spinnin.'

Anti-materialism: Sarah Jones, 'Blood'

It is the thickest blood on this planet
The feet that slip and slide in spilled lakes of black blood
on back roads marked with rusted dead end signs
They don't fit into any shoes
Not Nikes, and not Reeboks, though they
make 'em across the sea and sell 'em to you and me
for fifty times their value; none of them can hold the blood
that coagulated not so long ago in the lower extremities
of off-color corpses strung up from trees
Like drying figs or hanging pot pourri to
sweeten scenes of Southern gallantry
Before cushioned insoles and arch supports
There were feet that sank in rusted chains, and uhh
backs that cracked beneath the weight of slave names
like Jones, Smith, Johnson, Williams, or even Hilfiger
And black butts that bore marks forever from irons
that preceded those for pressing and curling naps
yanked straight, before relaxers, weaves and pink lotion
*British accent*
Branding irons children, now that you've crossed the ocean right
Step up here little nigger on the auction block and open up your mouth
Right, good strong teeth, good muscle tone
You oughta pick a ton of cotton, must be worth ten dollars maybe more
See here ladies and gentlemen how much can I get for this here
barely used, top of the line...
*American accent returns*
Fast forward to Calvin Klein
and modern ownership tags for black behinds, courtesy of Ralph Lauren
AKA low, low, well how low can you go?
Call on black consumers if you want the cash flow
Cause they quick to flip and spend up all they dough
and don't front money, act like you know
We give it up to the Brooklyn malls
We give it up to the Uptown malls
Cause the white folks figure ain't no questions for a nigga
that material possessions can't answer
Keep us preoccupied from what we wear to what we drive
while our mothers are dying of cancer
We tuck our low self esteem into Eurotrash jeans
some overpriced shit from Donna Karan
As we toast with Hennessey to covert white supremacy
Hiding the thickest blood on the planet
we wearing it under our clothes, the way God dressed our souls
but check how the proud blood flowed through 1996
Adding fuel to the flames of some bullshit brand names
cause we couldn't see past the next pair of fat kicks
It is the thickest blood on this planet
The blood that sprays and spills in buckets
soaks and stains the nightly news, but fuck it
A colored life still ain't worth but a few ducats
That blood can't be contained by any mind that cannot see a
great black forest for all these cracker trees
I'm talkin about Afro-Madonna, and child, and child
and child, and child, and whoops, there goes another one
And momma don't know the answer so baby gots to Guess
Oh say young blood, you wanna tell me
what George Marciano ever did for a negro? Boricua, chicano
brothers and sisters their pockets like blood blisters
Ready to pop, ooze, and drop cash so hot and so fast
it makes a spark
"Yeah mommy, cause now I got my upside down triangle
My designer question mark"
OH WHY ASK WHY that shit don't make you complete
It's vanilla concealer for your chocolate heartbeat
Pumping the thickest blood on this planet
While we take it for granted that more Selma churches won't be bombed
More bullet riddled bodies won't be embalmed
Another cop won't commit murder, turn around and get a raise
while we pickin over the racks from white owned Doctor J's
to Modell's, Macy's, and Sach's
Shit, they just think we ain't never gon' change our ways
and finally answer back:
"No suh, I's don't want to wear yo' britches
No suh, I's don't want to grant yo' wishes
That all us negroes..." ... shall continue to hide in your shoes
and your clothes, as if we should take pride
in your savage traditions, in genocide
All the spirits you extinguished and never batted one blue eye
Yet your vulture's on our culture like white on brown rice
Bleach our blood and sell it back, special price
on this blood that races through the African veins of the child
on his way to the mall in White Plains
to catch a confused, lost, land-stealing Columbus Day sale
on a Fila jogging suit for his brother in jail
That blood is your blood, it's my blood, it's our blood
It is the thickest blood on this planet