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Why hip hop? (pg. 8)
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| quddha |
| Eminem is an awesome freestyler... woot, that's skills. q-tip, phife, cannibus.. cool freestyles. :D |
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| infinity HiGH |
| quote: | Originally posted by b0bb0
Dmx = poet
Mos Def= poet
outkast= poets (playa and a poet actually)
I love how most of the ignorant comments come from people who prolly dont know what half the words in the song mean... |
Oh? According to who? People that say h to the izzo and bling bling and can't speak proper English half the time?
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.
Oh, and if I was to go as far as saying that some of these thugged-out rap stars are poets, then Tupac would get my vote before any of those 3 you named ever would.
| quote: | Originally posted by quddha
Eminem is an awesome freestyler... woot, that's skills. q-tip, phife, cannibus.. cool freestyles. :D |
Yeah, he's pretty damn good...I had a few mp3's of him freestyling a while ago, but I deleted them cause I needed some room on my HD |
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| davinox |
| quote: | Originally posted by infinity HiGH
Yeah, he's pretty damn good...I had an mp3 of him freestyling a while ago... |
i can freestyle pretty good too.
not as good as Em...but ya know... :) |
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| infinity HiGH |
| quote: | Originally posted by davinox
AND I HATE PPL who diss Eminem.
Ppl either say:
1) He's crap, his lyrics about raping his mother and killing ppl. He is a wigger and pathetic.
2) He is commercial crap
3) He tries to act black, he's a poser.
so he really can't win. the guy is pretty ed, throughout his life he used making fun of himself and having people not like him to get attention.
that's his problem. he is an outstanding rapper. (But now he just wants money.)
I don't think ANY Rap Fan can listen to Marshall Mathers LP and say it's bad. |
Hehe, I actually kinda like that album, has some ed up lyrics, but its not bad...catchier than any other rap I hear, and about 10 times better. |
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| dvd |
| eminem is alright. whats that album with "hi my name is.." called? well that album was like teh begining of his commericalism. He isnt all that bad, his voice is kinda cool for rapping. But its kinda funny how that song where he just talks got popular. |
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| SpykeChyld |
| 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 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 .
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 :D
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 bull 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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| davinox |
| quote: | Originally posted by dvd
eminem is alright. whats that album with "hi my name is.." called? well that album was like teh begining of his commericalism. He isnt all that bad, his voice is kinda cool for rapping. But its kinda funny how that song where he just talks got popular. |
That's the Slim Shady LP.
Brain Damage and Bonnie & Clyde '97 are pretty good, but the rest of the songs suck. (esp. My Name Is...) |
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| b0bb0 |
| quote: | Originally posted by SpykeChyld
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 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 .
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 :D
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 bull 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... |
Thanks for backing me up on all 3 of my examples bro, im too lazy to do that.. hah
But whoever said outkast sucks can lick deez. Listen to da art of storytelling part #1 and #2 off thier aquimini album. You've prolly only heard ms. jackson, so go listen to thier first 2 albums and see wassup. Elevators and Wheelz of Steel, the fire! Outkast tells stories, listen to ANY ANY outkast song and u will hear a story. You are no more ignorant then the people who tell me trance is simple man. Just cuz u dont like it or dont fully understand it dosent mean u can hate on it. You are trying to make points on something you dont know, so how bout when u become better edjucted you come back and argue with people who have been listening to rap since they were children.
Nas's latest album= quality
Puffy=business not a rapper, anyone who considers him a rapper dosent know NAN!
Trance is still a more in depth musical gengre then rap will ever be, but rap is damn good entertainment and is fun to listen to. Dload Ludakris - Saturday .. God i love that song, it makes me crack up! Remind me of my saturdays... that sticky icky icky! |
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| soylent green |
Why hip hop?
Breaking it down into little bits and pieces:
cause it sucks and people suck....:mad:
Thats about it.:D
(not everyone sucks, just the idiots that listen to hip hop cause its what the radio stations play) |
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| Trance Outlaw |
I love these threads........
It's funny how everyone's argument is 'bling bling' or 'bitches & ho's'when bashing rap. When the fact is the only hip hop you've been exposed to is through music videos. If you would actually take the time to pick up a good album and listen to it start to finish you would realize that some of these cats are amazing story tellers. Don't let your eyes subtract from what is being said. |
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| biznology |
| quote: | Originally posted by soylent green
(not everyone sucks, just the idiots that listen to hip hop cause its what the radio stations play) |
maybe i dont listen to it just cause the radio plays it...b/c then id be down with country too...:rolleyes:
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Artist: Talib Kweli and Hi-Tek (Reflection Eternal)
Album: Train of Thought
Song: Too Late
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah,
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You gotta do, that almost
The fam is close knit
You diggin', know the clock don't stop tickin'
Glocks still spittin', the whole block politickin'
Like presidents with they minds dead on arrival
Leaving no evidence of a struggle for survival
Songs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the Bible
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'
It's the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter
Rolling with my wanna battle cats who chief buddha
And see through the overspecialized, underpressurized
No lie texturized, emcees who got the masses mesmerized
with empty rhetoric, they better quit
Niggas so hollow that they echo like sentiments
Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted
Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets
Where were you the day hip-hop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? (6x)
Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin'
What more can I say, we stay building
And make killings
Take children through the wilderness, by the hand
It's a great feeling, show 'em how to be a man
Exactly, pack trees in my khakis
My sound fat like a Neve while you thin like a Mackey
C'mon, shine so bright when I walk by
You got ta squint like the mothering sun in your eye
What! Say somethin, you stay frontin
It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game hunting
Me and Tek stay way blunted
Wave running on beaches with white sand
With a slight tan
Smack the mic stand with my right hand
When I'm excited
Leave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite it
On fire like property lost to riots
Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united
Chorus
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read that! jackasses/:p |
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| biznology |
oh...and- the most beautiful verse in hip hop:
| quote: | Artist: Goodie Mob f/ OutKast
Album: Still Standing
Song: Black Ice
[Verse 5: Andre Benjamin]
Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me yo' eardrums
It was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues and browns
and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated woods
Ain't a thing could explain what pertains
to cocaine it's a stain that rain
See summer roll around niggaz holla bout change
Then they steady move them ki's like Bob James
Cause old man winter's arrived, the temperature dives
November just died, December's alive
Thus it ain't no typical ride
Just individual's way to bring home
the bacon when bacon was all gone
Makin it our own, takin me all wrong
We've all indulged in the bulge of those no-no's
No you ain't solo, it's even lower levels you can go
Take sun people, put 'em in a land of snow
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now back to trance/ |
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