Everyone is entitled to their own opinions and preferences.Bliss said:
I am just saying that I personally don't consider rap or hip-hop to be art or poetry.
That doesn't mean to say it ISN'T. I just don't consider it to be.
Favorite Rapper/Hip Hop Artist
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I am just saying that I personally don't consider rap or hip-hop to be art or poetry.
That doesn't mean to say it ISN'T. I just don't consider it to be.
Samus101
Super Hunter
Well... almost of the rap songs I always end up hearing are trash. I do to clean hip hop and some rap though.
Samus101 said:
why dont u try this song
Video and Lyrics to Tupac - Changes
[MEDIA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psBEj6cUXyk[/MEDIA]
Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a ***** he's a hero
Give crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is
[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
[Repeat]
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is
[Bridge]
[Talking: ]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh
Samus101
Super Hunter
Yes, it does have meaning, but it's still NOT clean.
Samus101
Super Hunter
You wouldn't understand, I'm a Christian. So I don't really listen to the radio, I listen to Christian Music.Bliss said:
Samus101
Super Hunter
Yes there is, if you actually looked you would find some. :yesnod:Bliss said:
King Wiired
HITLER ME JEZ
Clean lyrics I'm thinking..
An example of the opposite to the stereotype is Nas - I Can
A song to show an old storytelling hiphop song is this - back then there was a little amount of meaningful lyricists.
Common - I Used To Love H.E.R
[media]http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=Y12YgEIFcAY[/media]
Lyrics:
Only when I started listening to lyrics, I realised that the whole song he was referring to Hip-hop.
An example of the opposite to the stereotype is Nas - I Can
A song to show an old storytelling hiphop song is this - back then there was a little amount of meaningful lyricists.
Common - I Used To Love H.E.R
[media]http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=Y12YgEIFcAY[/media]
Lyrics:
[Chorus]
yes yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat yall and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 y'all, and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat comm-sense'll be the sure shock
Verse One:
I met this girl, when I was 10 years old
And what I loved most, she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
on the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
and just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
cuz' we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
Slim was fresh jo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her
[Chorus]
yes yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat yall and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
1, 2 y'all, and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
comm-sense ya'll and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
you act yo, we gotta be the sure shock
Verse Two:
Now periodically I would see
ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body but she started gettin' thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
But not preachin to me but speakin to me
in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that's how we got close
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And I'm a man of expandin', so why should I stand in her way?
She probably get her money in L.A.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, "Afrocentricity, was of the past."
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle ****
Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung
[Chorus]
yes yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat yall and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 y'all, and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat comm gotta be the sure shock
Verse Three:
I might've failed to mention that the chick was creative
But once the man got to her, he altered the native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lookin' rock and dressin' hip
And on some dumb ****, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks, servin rocks, and hittin switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only ****s with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into show-biz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back hopin that the **** stop
Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop
yes yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat yall and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 y'all, and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat comm-sense'll be the sure shock
Verse One:
I met this girl, when I was 10 years old
And what I loved most, she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
on the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
and just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
cuz' we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
Slim was fresh jo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her
[Chorus]
yes yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat yall and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
1, 2 y'all, and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
comm-sense ya'll and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
you act yo, we gotta be the sure shock
Verse Two:
Now periodically I would see
ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body but she started gettin' thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
But not preachin to me but speakin to me
in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that's how we got close
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And I'm a man of expandin', so why should I stand in her way?
She probably get her money in L.A.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, "Afrocentricity, was of the past."
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle ****
Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung
[Chorus]
yes yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat yall and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 y'all, and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat comm gotta be the sure shock
Verse Three:
I might've failed to mention that the chick was creative
But once the man got to her, he altered the native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lookin' rock and dressin' hip
And on some dumb ****, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks, servin rocks, and hittin switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only ****s with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into show-biz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back hopin that the **** stop
Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop
Only when I started listening to lyrics, I realised that the whole song he was referring to Hip-hop.
Samus101
Super Hunter
*Sighs* Its still NOT clean. :wtf:Wiired said:
King Wiired
HITLER ME JEZ
Hmm clean.. Nas - I Can, youtube it ;]
Also, arguably the best verse of 2007
Da Art of Storytellin' Pt. 4 - Outkast
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=3VNuOMNL8Rs
So I’m watching her fine ass
walked to my bedroom
and thought to myself that’s the shape of things to come
she said ‘why in the club you don’t make it precipitate?
you know make it rain when you can make thunderstorm’
I’m like why? the world needs sun, the hood needs funds
there’s a war going on and half the battle is guns
how dare i throw it on the floor
when people are poor
so I write like Edgar Allen to restore
got a cord, umbilical
attached to a place that can’t afford
no landscaping
or window draping
this old lady told me if I ain’t got nothing good say naythin
that’s why I don’t talk much
I swear it don’t cost much
to pay attention to me
I tell it how it is then how it could be
the hood be
requesting my services
oh don’t get nervous it’s
step your game up time
these ain’t them same old rhymes
designed to have you dancing in some club
niggas rock to me
women be off in they tubs
exfoliating with they pom poms
yelling ‘go 3000′
I’m in my whatever bumping nwa 100 miles and
runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
summon, woman, come in, sit down
heard you need some plumbing
done in, i’m in
a swell mood
a rather swoll mood
until she told me that she told dude
that she’d be back she’s going to the store
I didn’t know she had a boyfriend so the door
I pointed her to
I said call me when you break up
I don’t **** nobody ***** who never owned a Jacob
know what time it is
***** just tryin’ to live like a ***** supposed to live
if I still drank that malt liquor I’d pour the beer
on the ground for niggas not a around
I started off starvin’
now they got me out here Brett Favre’in
tryin’ see if I still got it, got it
I guess it’s like a bike, think about it…
<3
3 stacks = possibly GOAT imo.
Also, arguably the best verse of 2007
Da Art of Storytellin' Pt. 4 - Outkast
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=3VNuOMNL8Rs
So I’m watching her fine ass
walked to my bedroom
and thought to myself that’s the shape of things to come
she said ‘why in the club you don’t make it precipitate?
you know make it rain when you can make thunderstorm’
I’m like why? the world needs sun, the hood needs funds
there’s a war going on and half the battle is guns
how dare i throw it on the floor
when people are poor
so I write like Edgar Allen to restore
got a cord, umbilical
attached to a place that can’t afford
no landscaping
or window draping
this old lady told me if I ain’t got nothing good say naythin
that’s why I don’t talk much
I swear it don’t cost much
to pay attention to me
I tell it how it is then how it could be
the hood be
requesting my services
oh don’t get nervous it’s
step your game up time
these ain’t them same old rhymes
designed to have you dancing in some club
niggas rock to me
women be off in they tubs
exfoliating with they pom poms
yelling ‘go 3000′
I’m in my whatever bumping nwa 100 miles and
runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
summon, woman, come in, sit down
heard you need some plumbing
done in, i’m in
a swell mood
a rather swoll mood
until she told me that she told dude
that she’d be back she’s going to the store
I didn’t know she had a boyfriend so the door
I pointed her to
I said call me when you break up
I don’t **** nobody ***** who never owned a Jacob
know what time it is
***** just tryin’ to live like a ***** supposed to live
if I still drank that malt liquor I’d pour the beer
on the ground for niggas not a around
I started off starvin’
now they got me out here Brett Favre’in
tryin’ see if I still got it, got it
I guess it’s like a bike, think about it…
<3
3 stacks = possibly GOAT imo.
