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| quote: | Originally posted by infinity HiGH
Why don't you post some poetry by these great poets, and we'll break them down, peice by peice, and we'll see how much meaning those lyrics have. And we'll read between the lines, we'll find what kind of rhyming scheme they use, types of imagery, what type of poem it is (are there actually different types?) and whether any of them are talking about something different, and not getting high, bangin some hoes, bustin a cap in someone's ass or how hard it is living in the 'hood for a brother. |
OK, lets! I'll start with DMX's first verse from "Prayer 3" And trust, he has many songs like this on each album!
I'm callin out to you Lord, because I need your help/
See once again I'm havin difficulty savin myself behavin myself/
you told me what to do, and I do it/
But every and now and then, gets a little harder to go through it/ Losin friends, day by day I'm in so much pain when I'm here Lord, please take me away/
I put you here to do a job, and your work ain't done/
To live is to suffer, but you're still my son/
And there will be a time when you shine as bright as the stars/
But there won't be a, his or hers, just ours/
Then you'll see what I've been tryin to show you, all these years/
Do the right thing; cause after the tears, come the cheers/
I will, my Lord, with my heart, and my soul/
That's gonna be how I roll, from now until I'm old/
Lead and I'll follow, you take away the sorrow/
I'ma sleep on what you said and holla back tomorrow/
hmmm, pretty deep poetic shit right there! If you don't notice, he even changes tenses 2 times in there! He is talking from God's point of veiw in the middle of the verse. I don't see in a"Bling Bling" in that, pretty much the opisite. Now who claimed DMX wasn't a poet? I could fill a thread with his POEMS!
Lets go to Mos Def now... This is called "Love". A song off their Black On Both Sides album. My reason for picking this song is that is analyzes his love for the music BEFORE all the flashy shit.
My pops said he was in love when he made me/
Thought about it for a second, wasn't hard to see/
I could hear he was sincere, was a game of promotion/
The entire affair's probably charged wit emotion/
But love call your heart, I guess you got to persue/
12-11-73 my life is testament/
Praise the beneficent, element that rest/
Devoid in the form that make love manifest/
I spent my early years in Roosevelt Project/
It was a bright valley wit some dark prospects/
In '83, Venny C was the host wit the most/
I listened to the Rap Attack and held the radio close/
I listened to the Rap Attack and held the radio close/
This is far before the days of high glamour and pose/
Aiyyo power from the street light made the place dark/
I know a few understand what I'm talkin about/
It was love for the thing that made me wanna stay out/
It was love for the thing that made me stay in the house/
Spendin time, writin rhymes/
Tryin to find words that describe the vibe/
That's inside the space/
When you close yo' eyes and screw yo' face/
Is this the pain of too much tenderness/
To make me nod my head in reverence/
Should I visit this place and remember it?/
To build landmarks here as evidence/
Night time, spirit shook my temperment/
To write rhymes that portray this sentiment/
We live the now for the promise of the infinite/
We live the now for the promise of the inifinite/
And we believe in the promise (love, love *repeated*)/
hmmmm...doesn't sound much to me like he's all for the "Bling Bling" either....hmmmm...
Lets do Outkast....This is a verse from Rosa Parks, off their Aquemini album. This one is about the way he felt about a girl he knew from way back. This is a more sweet one that I threw in here for contrast to the rest, yet check how poetic 
Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights/
We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right/
in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite/
all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above/
(aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up/
I said what you wanna be, she said, "Alive" (hmm)/
It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes/
I coulda died, time went on, I got grown/
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home/
to find lil Sasha was gone/
Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong/
I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show/
that I would one day see her standin in the front row/
But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school/
With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper/
hmmmm....
If anyone wants any more I'm sure I could find the lyrics easy enough. This took me less than 3 mins to do. Not like I had tio search for these. Now then, who argues that they are poets?
OK...
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"Oh NO! It seems the world has been infected by a disease called shitty music.
We've had innocculations for some time now but the populace keeps refusing it.
You don't want it? Fine. Give me all the vaccine and a needle and I'll fucking overdose.
It'll be the best day of my life."
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