The current state of hip hop

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Originally Posted by suhl

i dont really give a shit about the lyrics in rap music because the real lyricists are out making real music. some rappers can write some songs but there are far better lyricists in pretty much every genre of music. i just love listening to them talk about doing drugs and fucking them hoes after getting them high. i just laugh my ass off when i hear it and think holy shit these guys got some girls high fucked them then got high themselves then wrote a song about it and millions of people gave them money to hear it. you hafta love it
and good rap lyrics pretty much only talk about the state of inner city living and shit like that there really isnt a broad range that im aware of

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I WHOLEheartedly disagree, i dont see how you can say there are no real lyricists in rap when all you hear is the mainstream crap, rap is supposed to be about the lyrics and the beat, a rapper flowing to a beat, not about guitar riffs, and fancy techno electronica enhanced voices, rap is all about lyrics, and i guarantee you you wont find anyone with deeper more metaphoric lyrics than aesop rock, his lyrics are like none ive ever heard, go download some songs by him, and jus listen, look up some lyrcis, it really is a mindfuck

chamillionaire is sick, yall sleep on them southern boys if you want.
but as far as rap goes, bun b is the king and weezy is the prince.

I've always been fond of the west coast 90's era. dre, snoop, 2 pac, nwa.

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Originally Posted by K_Shootz_Den

I WHOLEheartedly disagree, i dont see how you can say there are no real lyricists in rap when all you hear is the mainstream crap, rap is supposed to be about the lyrics and the beat, a rapper flowing to a beat, not about guitar riffs, and fancy techno electronica enhanced voices, rap is all about lyrics, and i guarantee you you wont find anyone with deeper more metaphoric lyrics than aesop rock, his lyrics are like none ive ever heard, go download some songs by him, and jus listen, look up some lyrcis, it really is a mindfuck

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no id rather not i hate rap that isnt about fucking bitches and getting high and having big shiny ass rims. if you into guys spittin to da beatz thas coo' but it not fo me breh:thumbsup:

i lied i looked some up to see if i might agree. the first ones i found

radio, check check, video, check check

this is how the city folk and mole people connect

somebody warp the message right i'll pass it to the next

now the perferrated county's making you upset



harvest all brand x clark kents to worm pool

carbon heart

burried his nozzle in fossil marker art

pardon

cadaver had a legitimate pulse

and littered volts are with the village

where the skiddish pigeons molt

bastard poacher gasped

with the pigeon with lazerus billy goat whiskers

he rose to see salt in the open blisters but

blind anarchy slips through the cracks,

see naked martyrs with bubbliscious on fishing rods

itching to pull it back

with that organic invention incubated to hatch

suome can try to make it fructose on paper now

allow the details later and the crews will taper out

of wooly mayors ousts?

through piggy jammy happy shooting at the bladed mouth

bazooka tooth zoo keep the paper route

with janky funds and favors

cradled by twelve empty sell the heart containers

man, it's freezing in this brick bitch

winter forever

like pucks that tawny felt down with his sore furry wrist severed

i walk face first through the sex, guns, and church

with wild things that make maurice syndek question his early works

but no hostages no promises

out the claw of corporate cogs and sprockets,

now clogs off gromits

running from a rabid ring wraith click, basilisk, serpentine

in and out of traffic jam and murder scenes

scrub blood off the AF1 fifty two pick up first degree

some toddler's smuggled tommy guns and crack into the nurseries

dogg, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets

and those ain't twin beenie babies inside his pockets

2010 sonograms show the magnum's worn directly out the fetus

evolution for the young killer convenience



radio, check check, video, check check

this is how the city folk and mole people connect

somebody warp the message right, i'll pass it to the next

now the perferrated county's making you upset

magazine, check check, paper route, check check

this is how the hermit inc. and busy bee connect

somebody's losing track of their flesh and blood in arrests

polka dotted landscapes what did you expect?

now-a-days even the babies got guns

diaper snipers having clock-tower fun

misplace the bottle might catch a bad one

have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young



hold up

if the jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol

it makes homicide okey dokey and your god will forgive you

just show the saints at heaven's gate you should be on the list

i hear overlooks manslaughter for a tatooed crucifix

twisty, fidgety, contradicting

wild animal shit bleed off the slide of born doctor?

to mister turnable mind bought?

somewhere to laminate dry bones in cool water and ease madula

after you thumb sucking diaper chains

give birth and shoot the school up

i duel, too, but only to exploit no brainers

teenager beef past alligator teeth

and extra-curricular flagpole scrappin'

amongst tadpoles that have yellow backbones

team mechanism brought airborn shrapnel scraps to hassle captain

by the itchy index of an umbilically garped fraggle baby

fragile, maybe, ya think

chop shop and a misled maladjusty crusty lock box

hiding clips that light the sky in seconds

like dueling commutal hopscotch gives them leverage

cut 'em with mortars

while i mumble in the immortal slang of "must-not [sleep]"

for the anti-lead nirvana

i used to think i'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber

now the bus is slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder

suffered through kingsley

rep a wide pride dosage

for tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches

not a coach, but that'll even jolt the immobile

when global terrorism's all the rage your folk get smoked local

block[head], if you need me, i had to bounce to d.c.

to bullet-proof mom's flower garden

before the war cheats me

if i'm not back in a week tell the crew i said "peace, and lay low"

strains don't vacate slow



radio, check check, video, check check

this is how the city folk and mole people connect
somebody warp the message right, i'll pass it to the next
now the perferated county's making you upset
magazine, check check, news flash, check check
this is how the hermit inc. and busy bee connect
somebody's losing track of their flesh and blood in arrests
polka dotted landscapes what did you expect?
now-a-days even the babies got guns
diaper snipers having clock-tower fun
misplace the bottle might catch a bad one
have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young
aboard the battleship, gray sky, the day i
got the phone call Jam Master Jay died
so, no, i'll probably never write another daylight
because the stingers tend to cling more than a portable hay rides
it adds up when a pioneer fall
incompares to your ninety-nine bottles of beer wall
there's banana peels in your hamster wheels
hand cannons in your shoebox, please
mine's got adidas, rest in peace.............get at me.



i guess what i consider good songwriting and what you do is a little different. its all good differing opinions make the world go round my brother:rasta:

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Originally Posted by K_Shootz_Den

and i guarantee you you wont find anyone with deeper more metaphoric lyrics than aesop rock, his lyrics are like none ive ever heard, go download some songs by him, and jus listen, look up some lyrcis, it really is a mindfuck

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Geee, you're right, rap is ALL about deep, thought-provoking lyrics that really speak to the soul . . :rolleyes:

I couldn't care less what you're listening to, but please, just please, don't try and proclaim that rap's some higher form of music sent from the gods, full of life messages found only in the Bible.

Thinking of creative ways to describe getting high or bustin' a cap isn't deep. I'm sure there are talented writers out there, but in almost any other genre, the lyrics surpass that of most of the rap industry. Plain and simple.

Rap is good for pumping up some sweaty night club, and not much else. If you can prove me wrong, post some DEEP lyrics and we'll have a look.

I'm looking to learn. ~

now by contrast here is what i consider brilliant poetic songwriting and lyrics. oh and he also wrote the song, with the emotion of the music fitting the lyrics instead of putzing around on a drum machine and settling on a beat.


Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.

Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there's so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.

Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things
that don't get lost.
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.

Lullabies, look in your eyes,
Run around the same old town.
Doesn't mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.

I've been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I'm all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.

Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.

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Originally Posted by Its a Plant

Geee, you're right, rap is ALL about deep, thought-provoking lyrics that really speak to the soul . . :rolleyes:

I couldn't care less what you're listening to, but please, just please, don't try and proclaim that rap's some higher form of music sent from the gods, full of life messages found only in the Bible.

Thinking of creative ways to describe getting high or bustin' a cap isn't deep. I'm sure there are talented writers out there, but in almost any other genre, the lyrics surpass that of most of the rap industry. Plain and simple.

Rap is good for pumping up some sweaty night club, and not much else. If you can prove me wrong, post some DEEP lyrics and we'll have a look.

I'm looking to learn. ~

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Rap and hip hop. Like apples and oranges.

See, what I listen to would suck to hear at night clubs. Instead of an easy, dancy beat, it uses instruments that would be a mix of jazz and electronica. No skeet skeet skeet skeet.

I'm assuming you've never heard of aesop rock. To me, they're more emo than underground, but to each his own. Still, they both use the word epitaph in a song, and use it correctly, which is more than I can say about FITTIE.

Now I know I bring this up all the time, but I'm really into adeem and the group he spearheads called Glue. Throughout his entire career, I don't think he has ever cursed or used slang. Still, he makes a lot of sense. To me, that is the embodiment of underground. I would type out a bunch of lyrics, but I don't think it would make as much sense as if you were to hear it. Alright, here's a small part. The song is called Goodbye, these are the first lyrics from the first song and their first cd:

And it's so hard to get away when you're straying miles from your front lawn
Crawling in your notebook and pretending your needs are all gone
Lasting longer than a second when I start wondering where I begin
Driving halfway across the country and writing this down on a napkin
Well I'm trapped in a moving cage and wonder about being precocious
Predicting my future in the late night hours focused
Making analogies every second, hell-bent on finding me breathing
Now it all makes sense on why fall has become my favorite season
Reguardless of better days it pays to work on details
Deleting old e-mails and re-evaluating my trail

Man, that's about the first half of the first part, and I am just waaay to lazy to type out the rest. It gets better after that, for the most part. If it interests you check it out, if not that's cool too.

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Originally Posted by Its a Plant

Geee, you're right, rap is ALL about deep, thought-provoking lyrics that really speak to the soul . . :rolleyes:

I couldn't care less what you're listening to, but please, just please, don't try and proclaim that rap's some higher form of music sent from the gods, full of life messages found only in the Bible.

Thinking of creative ways to describe getting high or bustin' a cap isn't deep. I'm sure there are talented writers out there, but in almost any other genre, the lyrics surpass that of most of the rap industry. Plain and simple.

Rap is good for pumping up some sweaty night club, and not much else. If you can prove me wrong, post some DEEP lyrics and we'll have a look.

I'm looking to learn. ~

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ok, first off, i never claimed that rap is a highe form of music, i was simply trying to convince people that mainstream rap is horrible and that it leads to most people thinking all rap is horrible, so i was simply stating that there is rap out there that really is great, i never once said that rap is better, i never once claimed rap has the best lyricists, i simply defended the people who although are rappers, have some pretty amazing stuff, i dont get why you cant just try to be open minded instead of being so sarcastic and witty

[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes
Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbows
My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids
Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels
Yeah rocks the match that burned the Nazi journals
And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal
Models then swallowed by famished potholes
And I'm tired
Tied up on these functions
Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league
Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed
Run, breathe, sit, bellow
Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo
Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback
When Little Billy bought a Tugboat
Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab
Facist takes more than pegleg's birds and eyepatches
Learn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them
Wonder why you wept over spilled milk
And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes
I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian
Connecting life with that little species of idiots
We've now officially scraped barrel bottom
Aesop Rock an Apple to the core but ya'll ignored him
I know a planet made of porcelain
And once I get tired of holding this gavel up
Ya'll prayer circles met him up born again
I ain't too good for tap water
Play "Taps" out of order
For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin
You can lead a man to a city but that don't assure civility
You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg cd's
(That's more fun anyway)
Some cats Float, some cats don't
I speak in Farenheit and burn off colon lyric
Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless
Don't dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep

Chorus*Aesop overlapping Illogic, fading in and out of each other*
[Aesop Rock]
Platforms have been erected
Effigies built
Slogans coined, songs have been written
Rumors have been circulated
Autographs faked
The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape
Moving boxes have been worn out
Mantlepieces dusted
Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted
Curtains have been closed
Sleepers all waked
The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape

[Illogic] *overlapping Aesop, fading in and out*
Now with my trusty paperclip
I picked locks of thoughts vault
Finding the garden barren
The harvest fruitless
Only the Tree of Life flourishing
Wanting to take a bite but I'm toothless
Is that, predestination or is it by design?
That I'm trapped in time sand
Show radio mission control but for my rhymes
Man cuz I can like aluminum
And I recycle my consciousness
This is just a note
For any action or lack thereof there's a consequence

[Illogic]
Wingless angels
Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs
With halos in your syringe
Celestial ground is found broken
Exposing a bottomless depth
Where heartless spines awake to devour
The small piece of your soul that's left
You're immersed in sound floating
Aimless destination
Drop anchor to gain stability
Stare out potions, restrain fertility
Pedestal talk is a token
Soaked in pockets where lives topics lack conceptual, ridicule
The night breathes but light's choking
Darkness occupies the throne
Where poems are persecuted
The purity at times dilluted
Rhymes are executed
For genre I'm told when has-beens attempt
To cause heat to rise and wonder why they're trapped in cold
Life's an oragmi box and I'm hidden within the fold
So when the yarn unravels, I won't be caught by surprise
And as society's fabric of orthodoxes dismantle
I'll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise
See when the canvas stands before me
I'm compelled to spill a vision
For the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crown
It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down
But from the pregance of my hardship was born style
Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought
Finding me lost among statues of mainstream idols
Drowning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital
If your father and his father were fish out of water
You must break the cycle
How many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die?
When it's smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky
So when the stars burn out and God replaces the bulbs
With a million watts
And throws the switch, sparks filament
Hurting new giants and flocks
I stand on my own two aura illuminated in red
Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit
Sacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic culture
Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it

Chorus