It bothers me that Wu practically developed their own language, of which I understand next to nothing. :(
I saw a glimpse in some documentary which gave me the impression that a whole lot of their 'slang' comes from Egyptian Mythology. As an example, everyone knows they use the word God a whole lot, and they mean't something with it that I would have never thought of, but of course I can't recall what the meaning was.
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Originally posted by SYSTEM-J
Eminem deserves credit for Stan. Not only is it a story, it's a correspondence novel! Never has the bond between Victorian literature and hip-hop been more clear.
And although it's more trip-hop than pure hip-hop, there are quite a few Faithless songs with narratives.
And the lyrics of Lose Yourself about 'Rabbitt' in 8 Mile is so spot on the whole picture, that I dare call it perfection.
bamski
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Originally posted by dj_alfi
gayest thread ever.
No wonder you're here, then.
srussell0018
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Originally posted by bamski
And the lyrics of Lose Yourself about 'Rabbitt' in 8 Mile is so spot on the whole picture, that I dare call it perfection.
Are you being serious? The song was written for the movie which is about Eminem. I can tell some pretty spot on stories about my own life too.
bamski
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Originally posted by srussell0018
Are you being serious? The song was written for the movie which is about Eminem. I can tell some pretty spot on stories about my own life too.
I'm talking how about his dizzyness translates to 'oh there goes gravity', I'm talking about how 'he opens his mouth, but the words won't come out'.
His life story or not, it's a ing perfectly executed, narratively accurate story. Also, how many guys could write like this, that's actually true? of course there's the Biggie's and such, but god damn.
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,
but he keeps on forgettin what he wrote down,
the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking now, everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stagnant that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This this whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partner but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da
[Hook]
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothering roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Trying to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screaming on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothering option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got.
Have you even seen the movie?
srussell0018
Yes, I have seen the movie, and it was god awful. And to be quite honest, there are lots of rappers who can write lyrics like that. Some you may have never even heard of.
Don't get me wrong, I love Eminem for the most part, and I think he's one of the best lyricists of our time, but the story of the song was already written in a script before he ever wrote the lyrics.
bamski
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Originally posted by srussell0018
Yes, I have seen the movie, and it was god awful. And to be quite honest, there are lots of rappers who can write lyrics like that. Some you may have never even heard of.
Don't get me wrong, I love Eminem for the most part, and I think he's one of the best lyricists of our time, but the story of the song was already written in a script before he ever wrote the lyrics.
So no credit because they had already told him, what he had already told them?
I see your point about it being useful for him to have a script to lean on, so to speak. But if anything I've ever heard or read from him, then I'm quite certain that not a single word was put in his mouth, and no 'truths' were made up simply for dramatic purposes. Exaggerated for sure, but hardly made up.
srussell0018
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Originally posted by bamski
So no credit because they had already told him, what he had already told them?
I see your point about it being useful for him to have a script to lean on, so to speak. But if anything I've ever heard or read from him, then I'm quite certain that not a single word was put in his mouth, and no 'truths' were made up simply for dramatic purposes. Exaggerated for sure, but hardly made up.
It's a movie. There were things made up in it, I don't think anyone doubts that. Believe me, I'm not belittling Eminem's abilities at all, I'm just saying if I was going to name Eminem songs that fit the topic of this thread, "Lose Yourself" would definitely not be one of them.
bamski
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Originally posted by srussell0018
It's a movie. There were things made up in it, I don't think anyone doubts that. Believe me, I'm not belittling Eminem's abilities at all, I'm just saying if I was going to name Eminem songs that fit the topic of this thread, "Lose Yourself" would definitely not be one of them.
True, but his mama ramblings are so disturbing that I don't even want to think about them.
Didn't mean to make 8 a prime example for this thread, I just feel it hits the spot, on, many levels.
ziptnf
Notorious B.I.G. - Niggas Bleed
[Verse One:]
Today's agenda
Got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest
If no money exchanges
I got these kids in ranges
Believe them niggas brainless
All they tote is stainless
You just remain as
Calm as possible, make the deal go thru
If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do
Please make yo killins clean
Slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies
Kill em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke or the cream
Or else, yo life is on the shelf
We mean this Frank
Them cats we in wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank
Lets get this money baby
They shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn em with 30 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear the mall out
the fallout
Word is Stretch, I bet they
The seven digits push me
in real
Here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
Enough to a six by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin cream
No one considered the leech
Think about it now, thats damn near 1 point 5
I kill em all I'll be set for life
Frank pay attention
These muthaas is henchmen
Renegades, if you die they still get paid
Extra probably, the robbery
I'm the boss
Promise you won't rob em, I promise
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed
[Chorus:]
Niggas bleed just like us
Picture me bein scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
Niggas bleed just like us
Picture me bein shook
We can both pull burners, make the muthain beef cook
Niggas bleed just like us
Picture a nigga hidin
My life in that man hands, while he jus decidin
Niggas bleed just like us
I'd rather go toe to toe with alla y'all
Runnin ain't in my protocol
[Verse Two:]
Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron
From Tuscon, push the black Yukon
Usually has the slow grooves on
Mostly rock the Isley
Stupid as a youngin, chose not to move wisely
Sharper with game, him and his crooks, caught a ?jooks?
Heard it was sweet, bout 350 a piece
Ron bought a truck, 2 bricks layed in the cut
His peeps got bucked, got locked the up
Thats the raw vantage, came back, speakin spanish
Lavish habits, two rings, 20 carats
Heres a criminal
Nigga made America's Most
Killed his baby's mother's brother, slit his throat
The nigga got bagged with the toast, weeded
Took it to trial, beat it
Now he feel he undefeated
He mean it
Nothing To Lose, tattooed around his gun wounds
Everything, the game, embedded in his brain
And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds
Specially if my daughter cryin, I ain't lyin
Y'all know the signs
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
We agreed to go shoot till we silly
Because niggas could be hidin in showers with Mac Billy's
So I freaked em
The telly manager was Puerto Rican
Gloria, from Historia, I went to war with her
Peeps in 91, stole a gun from her workers
And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
We blaze they place, long story
Glo seent my face, got shook
Thought a nigga was comin for the safe
Now she breakin, shut up, 112, whats shakin
A jamaican, some bitches I swear
They look gay
In a black Range Rover
Been outside all day
If its trouble let me know, I'll be on my way
Please I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed
Nightmare, this bitch don't leave
Ron, get the gasoline
This spot, we bout to blow
Lets get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats know
Its room 112
Right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron pass the gasoline
The nigga pass me kerosene
it, its flammable
My hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dred kid ejected in seconds
And here come two
Opposite sexes
One black, one Malaysian
We in the hallway waitin patient
As soon as she hit the door we start blastin
I saw her brains hit the floor
Raw laughin
I swear to God
I hit MaxiPriest at least 12 times in the chest
Spint around, shot the chick in the breast
She cryin, headshots put her to rest
Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franco faces
The spots hot, sprinklers, alarm systems
Thats when other guests start to slip in
Its time for us to get to dippin
I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up
Flippin, pistol grippin
I know they clippin
The hallway, got real loud and crowded
They walked right past us
I dont know how they allowed it
The funny thing about it
Through all the excitement
They Range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant
Stupid mother******s
bamski
A must, plus one of my fav backgrounds ever.
Verse One: The RZA
Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box, 'Boom Boom' the bass will blast
We was laughing, at all the girls that passed
Conversation, brothers had begin to discuss
(Hey yo, Ra, remember that kid ya bust?)
Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far
Cause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh HA
Not knowin, exactly what lied ahead
My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread
Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer
Didn't expect, to come across, a crazy gunner
"Hey Shorty, check it for the bag and the dough"
But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!!"
Money splattered him, BOW! then he snatched the bag
In his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave.
Girls screamin, the noise up and down the block
(Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!)
I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was...
Aw man! How do I say goodbye?
It's alway the good ones who have to die
Memories in the corner of my mind
Flashbacks, I was laughin all the time
I taught him, all about the bees and birds
But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words
Chorus
Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
Me and my man, my ace big Moe from the shelter
Bout to hit the skins, from this girl named Thelma
Now Thelma had a rep, that was higher than her neck
Every girl from Shaolin dissed her respect
We was stimmy, you know how it is when you're blitzed
Three o'clock in the morning, something gots to give
Moe said he'll go first, I said I'll take next
Here, take this raincoat, and practice safe sex
He seemed to ignore, I said be for real
She's not even worth it, to go raw deal
A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do
He got butt-naked and stuck the power U
Twenty minutes went by, my man went out, without a doubt
I'm not pumpin' up, I am, airin out
Hey yo, he came out laughing with glory
I'm surprised, he's still livin', to tell his story
But he carried on, with the same old stuff
with Stephanie, like a whammy, he pressed his luck
Both tried to be down with O.P.P.
Ain't nuttin' wrong but he got caught with the H.I.V. now
No life to live, doc says two more years
So after the laughter, I guess comes the tears
Acton
To be honest, whatever music I listen to, be it hip-hop, indie or EDM, I always seek out the chord progression, the grooves, the melodies and the general feel etc first. For me, lyrics generally come last with regards to what I seek out in a tune. Lyrics obviously have an certain impact on me, but it's not the first thing I start to appreciate.
Some examples posted in this thread however, are prime examples of lyrics meaning more to me than the actual instrumental content.
Maybe it's just me who thinks like this when listening to music. knows.
Also, good to see you posting again, Ken :p
bamski
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Originally posted by Senator Clay Davis
0% finance by GZA.
Now that's some serious right there. :)
Raw from start to finish.
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Originally posted by Acton
Also, good to see you posting again, Ken :p
