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i used to listen to rap allll the time. but i only like a select few now

The Game(kind of gangster rap but mixed with some of the 'real' rap that used to be around)

Dr. Dre- of course

snoop dogg

and thats all i can think of for now. all west coast rappers too lol

edit- and nas too

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I copied and pasted this from some other thread (it's me):

I remember when Spoon87 and I would defend Hip-Hop from the haters on the forum, lol.

Anyway, I love hip-hop. Rap is a completely different thing. It all depends on your connotation of the words. To me, rap is the mainstream "106 and Park" stuff which might include artist such as Lil Jon, Soulja Boy, and whoever else there is. To sum it up, it's pretty much the guys (and gals) that make "dem club joints" and songs that ask you to partake in "supermaning dat hoe."

Hip Hop, on the other hand, is the conscious, thought out, elaborate, songs that aims at changing or bringing up an issue, one that may be personal or one that affects the masses. Artists (yes.. artists) such as Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Nas, Big Daddy Kane, A Tribe Called Quest, Wu-Tang, Pac, Big use rhetorical devices so well you'd think it's Herman Melville rapping.

To me, hip hop is for the intellect and rap is for the fool.

This is one of the best songs I've ever heard. Wu-Tang Clan - Triumph

Check out the lyrics:

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?

I'm the Osirus of this shit

Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker

It's like this ninety-seven

Aight my hooray for tolerance!z and my hooray for tolerance!rettes

Let's do it like this

I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine

Let's take it back to seventy-nine

[inspectah Deck]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies

and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these

mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery

Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits

tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics

I inspect you, through the future see millenium

Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum

Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in

Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function

Heads by the score take flight incite a war

Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more

Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly

Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi

Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

[Method Man]

As the world turns, I spread like germs

Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn

It's my testament to those burned

Play my position in the game of life, standin firm

on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire

Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack

and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?

In the line of fire holdin back, what?

My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?

hooray for tolerance!z is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap

It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm

Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood

clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots

You wanna think twice, I think not

The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from

Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone

Rip through your slums

[Cappadonna]

I twist darts from the heart, tried and true

Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks

Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin

Tell your story walkin

Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid

Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies

So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted

My deadly notes reigns supreme

Your fort is basic compared to mine

Domino effect, arts and crafts

Paragraphs contain cyanide

Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion

catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

The saga continues

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

[u-God]

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet

The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat

We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow

For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war

Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb

Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms

Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound

The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground

A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum

A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem

Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics

My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas

My music Sicily, rich California smell

An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well

I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng

Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

[RZA]

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us

A thousand men rushing in, not one black person was sober

Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare

Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular

My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine

to the top of your cerebrum cortex

Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex

Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream

now terminal, like Grand Central Station

Program fat baselines, on Novation

Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation

[GZA]

War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous

Many of the victim family save they ashes

A million names on walls engraved in plaques

Those who went back, received penalties for the axe

Another heart is torn as close ones mourn

Those who stray, hooray for tolerance!z get slayed on the song

[Masta Killa]

The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds

and leaks sounds that's heard

ninety-three million miles away from came one

to represent the Nation, this is a gathering

of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan

As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage

The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage

Light is provided through sparks of energy

from the mind that travels in rhyme form

Givin sight to the blind

The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum

Death only one can save self from

This relentless attack of the track spares none

[Ghostface Killah]

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab hooray for tolerance!z laid back

Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack

Codeine was forced in your drink

You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream

You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb

Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one

Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention

Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission

Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck

I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch

it's me, black nobled you Ali

Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?

Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth

Ninety-three million miles from the first

Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

[Raekwon]

Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk

Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk

Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser

New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer

Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives

While, my pen blow lines ferocious

Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick

Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God

The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula

Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala

Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin

Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

I put the best part in bold.

Discuss anything else, plz.

I could agree if it wasnt for the over-use of the word black person.. and what is this song about other than them stroking their own ego? what great struggle did they shed light on? what topic did they bring to teh attention of anybody? that they know how to rythme? Doctor suess did that already.. I'm suppose dto be impressed because they're black.. I don;t deny the artistic value of artists such as Tupac.. but to say this, is a meaningful song thats for the intellectual person? why? Because he found a dictionary? He knows some big words? Come on.. Bob Dylan was special because he touche don some real subjects, as was Tupac.. but this is not something I would bring to teh table when trying to say that Hip-Hop is for intellectual people.. You shoudl try something like

Look here Miss Thang

hate to salt your game

but yous a money hungry woman

and you need to change.

In tha locker room

all the homies do is laugh.

High five's 'cause anotha black person

played your ass.

It was said you were sleeezy

even easy

sleepin around for what

you need

See it's your thang

and you can shake it how you wanna.

Give it up free

or make your money on the corner.

But don't be bad and play the game

get mad and change.

Then you wonda why these muthaf**kas

call you names.

Still lookin' for a way out

and that's OK

I can see you wanna stray

there's a way out.

Keep your mind on your money,

enroll in school.

And as the years pass by

you can show them fools.

But you ain't tryin' to hear me

'cause your stuck,

you're headin' for the bathroom

'bout to get tossed up.

Still lookin' for a rich man

you dug a ditch,

got your legs up

tryin' to get rich.

I love you like a sista

but you need to switch

and that's why they called

U bitch, I betcha.

Chorus

Verse Two: 2Pac

You leave your kids with your mama

'cause your headin' for the club

in a skin tight miniskirt

lookin' for some love.

Got them legs wide open

while you're sittin' at the bar

Talkin' to some black person

'bout his car.

I guess he said he

had a Lexxxus, what's next?

You headin' to his car for some sex

I pass by

can't hold back tears inside

'cause, lord knows

for years I tried.

And all the other people

on my block hate your guts

Then you wonda why they stare

and call you slut.

It's like your mind don't understand

you don't have to kill your

dreams ploten'

schemes on a man

Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open

either a black person wear a rubber or he die smokin'

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

and hooray for tolerance!s wouldn't call you bitch, I betcha.

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

I guess times gettin' hard

even harder for you

'cause, hey now, got a baby

on the way now

More money from the county

and thanks to the welfare

you're about to

get your hair done.

Got a dinner date

can't be late

trick or treat, sweet thang

got anotha trick to meet.

The way he did it

it was smooth

plottin' while he gamin' you

So baby, peep tha rules.

I shoulda seen it in the first case

the worst case

I shoulda never called you back

in the first place.

I remember back in high school

baby you was fast

straight sex

and barely move your ass.

But now things change

'cause you don't look the same

let the ghetto get the best of you

baby, that's a shame

Caught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased

and finally be in peace.

So where your hooray for tolerance!s at now

'cause everybody left

they stepped

and left you on your own

See I loved you like a sista

but you died to quick

And that's why we called U bitch, I betcha.

Chorus

Outro: 2Pac

Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker

keep stressen me

f**kin' with a muthaf**ken mind

I figured you wanted to know

you know

why we call them hos bitches

and maybe this might help you understand

it ain't personal

strictly business baby

strictly business

So If you wonder why we call U bitch

You wonder why we call U bitch

If you wonder why we call U bitch

You wonder why we call U bitch

Or

[2Pac]

I feel you {uhh} .. (baby don't)

But you can't, you can't give up

{Hey.. 2Pac what?}

[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz}

Even when the road is hard, never give up

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up}

[2Pac]

Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams

So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen

Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile

Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while

I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek

Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me,

"What would you do if it was you?"

Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through

I tried to trade places in the tragedy

I couldn't picture three crazed ni**az grabbin me

For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me

Four ni**az violated, they chased and they raped me

Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief

Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go

No! You got to find a way to survive

Cause they win when your soul dies

[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]

Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up

Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up}

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}

Even when the road is hard, never give up

Baby don't cry

[Edi Amin]

Uhh

Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change

Ain't no hater but that ni**a lost in the game

After the bright lights and big thangs

He probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle

Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo')

And never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho'

Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn)

Another wild-a*s ni**a that's gon' drive you crazy

You got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you,

Cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right)

Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated

A new millennium dime piece, so fine she

Got em all stuck standin still when she come through

Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you

And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me

Gon' give you everything you need, feel me?

{Don't cry-ahhhhh..}

[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]

Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}

Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up}

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}

Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh}

Baby don't cry

[Young Noble]

I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump

Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man

Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful

Lost and turned out, what you let that ni**a do to you? (Damn)

I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me

Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me

We was kids, now she got three kids

They see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is

Seen him last night, homey roll a E-cla*s

Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad

I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through

But those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah)

I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife

Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life

Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure

Hell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY}

[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]

Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}

Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry}

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby}

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no..}

Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh}

Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up

Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby}

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up}

{keep your head up, never give up}

Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry

[Young Noble]

Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright}

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry

[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up

Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up

Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry

[Edi Amin]

For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin}

Baby don't cry

Got to keep your head up {keep your head up}

Makaveli the Don {head up} aight?

That would have prove dyour point alittle better

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i forgot about this thread.

and oogieboogie.

what i posted wasn't to show the social aspect of good hip hop.

it was to show the intellectual side (socrates, guns of navarone), use of metaphors, etc.

to show that rappers can be masters of rhetoric. :rolleyes:

you'd be surprised to see how intellectual the members of wu-tang really are.

lovers of the martial arts, have extensive knowledge of philosophies. whodathunkit. :lol:

and 2pac is a G.

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i forgot about this thread.

and oogieboogie.

what i posted wasn't to show the social aspect of good hip hop.

it was to show the intellectual side (socrates, guns of navarone), use of metaphors, etc.

to show that rappers can be masters of rhetoric. :rolleyes:

you'd be surprised to see how intellectual the members of wu-tang really are.

lovers of the martial arts, have extensive knowledge of philosophies. whodathunkit. :lol:

and 2pac is a G.

agreed and with that said, you can still spread teh same BS and be intellectual.. I'm not trying to be disrespectful, but I thought you meant like.. intellectual and also spreading a message.. Rise above and become better than those befor eyou type of thing.. and I think thats where Hip-Hop needs to be at... Getting passed teh stereo-types that gangsta rap brings and becoming more than a party type music

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