i hate when people post "i hate rap" threads

Shut up your only a guest

 

Man, you're awesome. Want my jew bashing pole?

 

whos bashing jews is the real question.

 

In our hearts, we all are.

 

Thats your problem i was bashing those dumb Ghetto crowds with no music talents or taste for real music.

 

I don't generalise about anything - sure theres alot of shit rap.But there was shit hippy shit and shit jazz and shit classical - but if you've got experience and have travelled a bit and met a few people from different walks of life you'll soon be fucking dancing to anythink so long as you like it,and knowing a bit about its background helps - christ if we all lived in our own pidgeon holes and stayed there we mightaswell just live at home all our lives - and if thats what you wanna do fine do it - but just stay there and dont come bothering me when I'm trying to sleep.Some songs I dismissed 10 years ago I'll now play at a party.Some stuff which I thought was the dogs bollocks now I wouldn't give the time of day.I got 2nd in an American country and Western chart on the internet - and it was English folk music that I'd written - I filed it under the wrong category by mistake and couldn't undo it.I'll be famous in America one day - probly when I'm dead.

 

hell even the jews can make some real music.

 

oh yeah - I've got a rap that I recorded at www.myspace.com/rgpaddler - 'HARD LIFE'

 

Rap is not even music .

 

Is there any jewish rap that isn't taking the piss? That'd be kinda cool.

And why does everyone care that people don't like rap? Can't you just accept that some people are fucktards?

 

Its got rythm +...

 

hey i think that as long as you listen to it properly, like dont just listen but hear it then yeah anything can be good.
travel and hear the sounds
x jenny x

 

Yeah - but I'm taking a break from being constructive

 

hear hear

 

Chea dese hatas don't know shit G. YO here's some sample lyrics from da new album, watch out

"yo yo, yo, yo, i shoot mad people-- from a church steeple, while I smoke mad schwag til I'm forced to gag, on the horrible taste of this toxic waste, so I'll slap you in the mouf and put it out on your face."

"I make mad cheese sellin crack to fiends, scoundrels and scallywags, mean drunken alleyjacks, o shit it's time for some flapjacks, cause I need me some breakfast. Put that shit on my plate, and to those who try to hate, I'm smoking mad schwag but eating dank pancakes. IHOP yo, 978 holdin it dahn."

"I rap about shit that I have no clue, but it's not like these stupid white suburbanites do. So eat the shit up like fried chicken from the pan, cause you're just another lame G fan."

"Ignant is how we be, and as you can see, I skipped english 101 for gangsta 303. From the night I was born I wore a big gold chain and soon enough my ignance will be my claim to fame."

Dam yo look out for da album straight from da 978 hoods yo, it's called "pink elephants jumping through flambuoyant rainbows, yo" shit's hot off the heezy yo watch out for da album 978 playa

 

First off, I'm not trying to offend you. I'll respect all of you, you respect me... ok?
You think rap is easy? If you ever said something like that on stage you would be booed off in a second. First off that has no interesting concept, nor is there any rhyme structure. Both are very important elements.
Now I'm just some priveledged white kid writing this, and I know you may be thinking it's not even my business associating with this art form. However, everyone i've talked to about it seems to think it's fine as long as I understand what it's all about. It's the white kids that think rap is all about 50 cent and money that they despise.
Do you think hip hop is about chains money and cars? Maybe that's all "rap" is to you, some loud violent crack dealer. To some of us it's a culture. It gives me appreciations for things in life no other kind of music can. I can't even begin to describe all the positive ways it's influenced me over the years.
I suppose it's really hard to describe what hip hop is if you've never experienced it. There's a feeling that comes over me when I see a live underground show. The lyrics are so complex and meaningful no one in there right mind should have them fully memorized, but they do. Then when everyone's just got their hands up together and everyone knows what it's all about... man like i say you just need to experience it.
Anyways... Here are some sample lyrics from an artist named OneBeLo. Everyone who is saying "rap sucks" I suggest you listen to him before you go on generalizing. If anyone else wants some recommendations talk to me and i'll point you in the right direction...

Honest Expression
Like sand through the hourglass
So are the days of our lives
And for that lie, only we thrive
Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive
Rise and walk my son, come into the light
Inside the dark, we illuminate mics
Give knowledge to mediocre, the will to Neanderthal
Filter to the smog, digital to analog
We steady advancing, rhyme enhancing
Simple minds can't keep up with this
Yo, I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a nine millimeter
Most a y'all gangsta rappers ain't hardcore neither
Whoever get mad, then I'm talkin' 'bout you
Claim you fear no man, but never walk wit' our crew
Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack
So what, you pack gats and you sell fiends crack
You ain't big time, my man
You ain't no different from the next cat in my neighborhood who
did time
Rhyme after rhymes it's the same topic
What make you think you hardcore 'cause you was raised in the
projects
Broke-ass finally got a hundred in your pocket
Now you on the mic, spittin' money's no object
What you say is bullcrap, if you wasn't wit' your crew
Or wasn't drunk off the brew, would you still pull gats?

You need to stop fronting or you headed for self-destruction
Yeah, today's topic, is self-destruction
I ain't talkin' 'bout the KRS-One discussion
I'm talkin' 'bout the one-too-many ignorant suckers
Lyin' on the mic to my sisters and brothers
Every time you listen to the radio
All you hear is nonsense, they never play the bomb shit
Everything that glitters ain't gold
And every gold record don't glitter, that's for damn sure

also, just for the sake of some incredible rhymes...

"UnParelled"

We hard to the apple core, raps galore at your door
Pull crowds like a magic sword, exca-li-bor
Travel north on a saddled horse, on a battle course
Rap in codes, tap in morse, Lo never lack the force
You need to practice more, you ain't in my cat-e-gor
I rap for sport, Trackezoids got my back support
So pass the torch, and of course, I can rattle yours, ask for more
The more the Marry (merry) get your raps divorced
Slice like a razor blade, mix tape brigade
Raps erase ya data- base, snatch your flavor, call you Gator-rade
Trying to get major paid, like the upper class?
You can't escape from the wrath, sufferin succatash
Bust your ass, with a duffle bag, full of mustard gas
Fingertips equiped, with a touch of class
We touchin' fans, we trust no man, here comes the plan
All we need is just a chance, we must advance

This is who we are
No movie stars
No nudie bars
No jewelery jars
No groovy cars
Some truly are
We just wanna see some elevation in hip-hop
Producers slash emcees when the beat drop

I'm just, clowing you circus acts, and nervous cats
With gerber raps, I murder wax, similar to Roberta Flack
Killing you softly, with every word, no time for stress
Petty herbs get addressed like the gettysburg
A hundred miles and racing, with a wild imagination
Even if I get the job half-done it's half-amazing
Only obligation, Trackezoid collaborations
Go together like masturbation and ejaculation
Coming with accurate calculations, configurations
Like the pyramids, lyrically, there's no equivalent
Michigan citizens, should've been sittin' in Switzerland
Listen to lyrics I roll, like a michelin
Tired of rappers, smoking phillies
Not really sayin' nothin', like Milli Vanilli, my style? Don't be silly
Don't need a filthy record deal, people still feel me
Big willies, hillbillies, I rhyme without achilles

I should add flow is equally important in a verse, so search for some stuff on the web and listen to it. peace

 

That's how we do in filthy nohth, chea boi. lol, there;s a rhyme structure, do I need to type it line for line the way to say it haha i won't go that far it's justa joke. And honestly, those lyrics you posted aren't very impressive, he talks about others not saying anything, but all this guy is saying is that other rappers ain't saying anything, and how badass he is. Same old garbage. owell i'm not going to get into a feud here over a joke.

 

Yo, I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a nine millimeter
Most a y'all gangsta rappers ain't hardcore neither
Whoever get mad, then I'm talkin' 'bout you
Claim you fear no man, but never walk wit' our crew

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I believe this is what 2ce's is sayin', not-a-g.

 

lol I'm reading those lyrics again and they are even worse than when I first read them. fa rill yo

 

I know you guys wont read this, but you should:
Immortal Technique - Dance With the Devil Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to f**k moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cuz he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hessitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to proof to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto ... capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed


Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherf**king coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherf**ker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to proof he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three



[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her

walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the
floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the f**k up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped
moving
blood leaking through the corpse, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but he ????? turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head


I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cuz he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cuz now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cuz he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cuz god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cuz the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever