they are both good genres they have different sounds to them... ups and downs for both types of music.
Not really... if someone were to say that Jim Morrison or Kurt Cobain or Lennon/McCartney were better writers than Bob Dylan, their opinions would obviously be wrong.
Of course greatest band/singer/writer or whatever is an opinion, not fact. Soulrebel, he may be your favourite writer but that does not make him the best. If there is such thing as 'the best', there should be a set formula for working it out, otherwise its just an opinion.
i disagree dylan is the greatest of all time, there are hiphop musicians close, Aesop Rock, Illogic, El- P, but Dylan is king, however, Dylan isnt rock either, hes a Folk musician, wake up!
hip hop requires more thought and skill lyrically aesop rock- no regrets Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street The many faces of the various locals that she would meet There was joshua, age 10 Bully of the block Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor And she drew Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds And she drew Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns Always said hello to passers-by They'd ask her why she passed her time Attachin lines to concrete But she would only smile Now all the other children living in or near her building Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants They would say "Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?" Lucy would pause, look, grin and say "I'm busy, thank you much" Well, well, one year passed And believe it or not She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk, And she stopped- "Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??" She said: "I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away (Chorus: x2) 1 2 3 That's the speed of the seed A B C That's the speed of the need You can dream a little dream Or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it Cuz dreamers always chase But never get it Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks And she drew Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch And she drew The mailman, delivered everyday at 4 Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew (Look!) Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door Just one of the neighbors, Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, they would Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??" Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much" And they would make a weird face the second the door shut And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street She'd paint another masterpiece (Chorus x2) Lucy was 87, upon her death bed At the senior home, where she had previously checked in Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all Now Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside And she said: "Look, I've never had a dream in my life Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!" Well! The nurse jumped back, She'd never heard Lucy even talk, 'Specially words like that She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures And she died. (Chorus x2) 1 2 3... A B C... Aesop rock- basic cable Television, all hail grand pixelated god of fantasy, murder scape and perspective fuck a sore channel changed digit I sit with a nasty network intervenes plan with a stable diet of my cable pirate yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every home lead a blue screen, bruised dream canope victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team ooh, I love all advertisements though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad please take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit now, twenty first century plagued dispersed to wide eyed glamour addict patients telecast patrons blue be the propaganda banners, well, sure I'll be a Marine with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream and I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor, black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis my name is a wired heart, sloppy obligation turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station make reality scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal and loving every minute of the gimmick, change the channel plug it in, turn it on, prop me up against the couch lights out, I ain't ever gonna have to leave my house satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance plug it in, turn it on, be my mother when she's gone, great wipe the spittle off my chinny-chin during the breaks if I gotta go blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind and that's fine, and that's fine... make me a star, I wanna touch gold hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches from the screen deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster crucify my little future to the monitor damn it feels good, turn on, tune in zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function but the children seem to love it yes mother, me and wild discovery and heard the static flock to where I sleep by the glow of that magic box big speaker stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling tangled in the star spangled wiring I can turn from toxicated visuals and all the kings horses abort the loyalty to royalty fuck the fortress riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping head I'll be dead by morning anyway color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets to feel the magnetic seal picket censorship I want commercials twenty four-seven I wanna shop from my bed and set an example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren I bond with a six string(?) correspondence and lurking circuitry circus with allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts channel zero addict, immaculate it goes- big screen, little screen, any screen'll do just let me hold the controller and I won't have to murder you plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes glaze twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance so I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance plug it in, turn it on, silent fix better than nothing let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist the viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a dummy's interest touch the power button meet your maker, ain't that something? plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster bloom it's a beautiful sight, with a most ugly intention but I taste it everyday and bathe inside the consequences plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me your majesty, I love you, I despise you my everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization come along with me, my friend for the most glorious sensation Company Flow- Patriotism Do you know who you are.. Do you know who you are fucking with? Do you know the access to weapons money and power that we have? We will fucking kill you! I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist rapid emcee perversion I'm America! Your bleeding heart liberal drivel gets squashed Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot guided weaponry bomb from the makers of the devious hearts -- I'm America! You bitchy little tarts don't even phase my basic policy The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter Prepare big tactics, makin young men into martyrs (Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land Smiley faced opportunity cypher and jump on the CoFlow pension plan A proletariat, crushing State of the Union between serpentine words and mass confusion of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment Your family will love my low-rent, low-life no-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENT Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters that the other slaughter crews periodic usin You up against -- Jesus Freak, formin corporations in Young Republicans Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments I'm lovin it! Keep the people guessin who I'm runnin with Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants Fuckin with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized and an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat C I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!) 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Terminus verbal curfew murders You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my servants! Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver Erase your city head and momument defacer comprising of patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger that lingers one inch off of the big button -- LET'S START THIS! I'm Saran gas, hide in your apartments I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of Cartman And give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condom to your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest shit on Soundbombing I'm American til infinite justice measure to Pesticide Cemetary Invite you to cross the border then SHIT on your divinities What language is that? I'm angusih in fact, tangle with a star-spangled standard issue for crowd management Go wild and get a trial and then a hot cry to harassment by the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker, that smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records You tryin to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (BOO! BOO!) You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word wrangle Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies in a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily COPY? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables scraping for rice and riding in a green 1960 jalopy My favorite flavour of gas is mustard I'm fuckin a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it's justice! "Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!" Treason will not be tolerated! You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change! Understand! You can't be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras! Immortal Technique- 4th Branch The new age is upon us And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man shall stand before God!!! It has begun The beginning of the end Yeah.. Yeah... yeah, yeah [Verse 1] The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran They bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy Conservative political right wing, ideology Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassination Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave? 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Read about the history of the place that we live in And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children [Verse 2] Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension And they refuse to even mention, European intervention Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams U.S. manufactured missles, and M-16's Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams Media censorship, blocking out the video screens A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain Democracy is just a word, when the people are starvin' The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin' And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' for freedom Cause you fucked the Middle East, and gave birth to a demon It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks You don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God Bitch niggaz scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard [Hook] It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle A bandana full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality? Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you While you hanging your flag out your project window [Talking] Yeah.. The fourth branch of the government AKA the media Seems to now have a retirement plan for ex-military officials As if their opinion was at all unbiased A machine shouldn't speak for men So shut the fuck up you mindless drone! And you know it's serious When these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars on a PR campaign To try to convince you they're fair and balanced When they're some of the most ignorant, and racist people Giving that type of mentality a safe haven We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do We die in wars, we don't get the contracts to make money off 'em afterwards! We don't get weapons contracts We don't get cheap labor for our companies... We are cheap labor! Turn off the news and read... Thats what i mean! there are soooo many artists whos lyrics i wanna post there are entire genres of this stuff, do ur research...
rap def takes more lyrical skill because there is simply more rhyme alliteration (literary skills) and simply more lyrics... aesop rock kicks ass
Personaly Im not crazy about rap. A few years back I did a paper on Rock vs. Rap, and I did awful, do to the fact i had to many opinions and not facts, and I was pretty naive. Although I do love rock I am sure there are some rappers out there that are very talented. But then again there is some rappers out there that just makes me laugh.
Music is subjective anyhow. You like what you like and you dislike what you dislike. Rap does NOTHING for me, neither does HIP HOP. However, I like Reggae...go figure. No one is "stupid" or "crazy" because they don't like some form of music or beat. That's why we're all different people.
No, its not just an (my) opinion. Bob Dylan is regarded by everyone who actually knows even the least bit of music to be the greatest songwriter of all-time. And I know he's not rock.
Why can't people just appreciate music for music, not what label is attached to it? I like some rap, some rock, some country, some bluegrass... If you begin saying that all of rap sucks, or all rock sucks you start to close your mind to some really great music....
i can appreciate anyway you can express your feelings, may it be rock or rap. as long as its not nonsense.
and thats why ur conservative ass lives in georgia...hahaha.ur god hates u... what too many big words???
Excuse me, asshole. I am an ATHEIST LIBERTARIAN, not a fucking conservative. And my personal choice is mine. I didn't insult rap, I said I don't like it. So, get off my case.
