Assassin's Creed Posted February 29, 2008 Share Posted February 29, 2008 (edited) meh not my cup of hop tea. Edited February 29, 2008 by Assassin's Creed Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spuffy78 Posted February 29, 2008 Share Posted February 29, 2008 Kayne's a good producer but a terrible rapper. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Satanisk_Slakt Posted September 27, 2008 Share Posted September 27, 2008 I have a new found love for the Swedish hiphopband Looptroop Rockers. They are awesome! You should check them out, they rap mainly in English. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
estranged 16 Posted September 27, 2008 Share Posted September 27, 2008 (edited) i used to listen to rap allll the time. but i only like a select few nowThe Game(kind of gangster rap but mixed with some of the 'real' rap that used to be around)Dr. Dre- of coursesnoop doggand thats all i can think of for now. all west coast rappers too loledit- and nas too Edited September 27, 2008 by estranged 16 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Randy Lahey Posted September 28, 2008 Share Posted September 28, 2008 (edited) hooray for tolerance!z4lifeSouthernplayalisticAll Eyez On Me Edited September 28, 2008 by Randy Lahey Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oogieboogieman420 Posted September 28, 2008 Share Posted September 28, 2008 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Estranged Reality Posted September 28, 2008 Share Posted September 28, 2008 (edited) Blackalicious, Mos Def, Tupac, Notorious B.I.G., Nas, N.W.A., Atmosphere, The Streets, Dizzee Rascal, Madvillain, MF Doom, Cannibal Ox, Kanye West, Jurassic 5, Beastie Boys, Deltron 3030, Outkast.And Jay-Z. Still my favourite rapper. Edited September 28, 2008 by Estranged Reality Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oogieboogieman420 Posted September 28, 2008 Share Posted September 28, 2008 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 - TriumphCheck out the lyrics:[Ol Dirty Bastard]What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?I'm the Osirus of this shitWu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckerIt's like this ninety-sevenAight my hooray for tolerance!z and my hooray for tolerance!rettesLet's do it like thisI'ma rub your ass in the moonshineLet's take it back to seventy-nine[inspectah Deck]I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophiesand hypothesis can't define how I be droppin thesemockeries, lyrically perform armed robberyFlee with the lottery, possibly they spotted meBattle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hitstremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensicsI inspect you, through the future see milleniumKilla B's sold fifty gold sixty platinumShacklin the masses with drastic rap tacticsGraphic displays melt the steel like blacksmithsBlack Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns inRumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the functionHeads by the score take flight incite a warChicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand moreBehold the bold soldier, control the globe slowlyProceeds to blow swingin swords like ShinobiStomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rockWu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block[Method Man]As the world turns, I spread like germsBless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learnIt's my testament to those burnedPlay my position in the game of life, standin firmon foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fireTransform into the Ghostrider, a six-packand +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 capIt's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad spermHerb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the bloodclot, we smoke pot, and blow spotsYou wanna think twice, I think notThe Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming fromGuns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zoneRip through your slums[Cappadonna]I twist darts from the heart, tried and trueLoop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocksCertified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkinTell your story walkinTake cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kidRun for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupiesSo I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wastedMy deadly notes reigns supremeYour fort is basic compared to mineDomino effect, arts and craftsParagraphs contain cyanideTake a free ride on my dart, I got the fashioncatalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods[Ol Dirty Bastard]The saga continuesWu-Tang, Wu-Tang[u-God]Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweetThe thrill of victory, the agony, defeatWe crush slow, flamin deluxe slowFor, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's warAllow us to escape, hell glow spinning bombPocket full of shells out the sky, Golden ArmsTune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat soundThe fateful step make, the blood stain the groundA jungle junkie, vigilante tantrumA death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthemHold it for ransom, tranquilized with anestheticsMy orchestra, graceful, music ballerinasMy music Sicily, rich California smellAn axekiller adventure, paint a picture wellI sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginsengRighteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king[RZA]Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold usA thousand men rushing in, not one black person was soberPerpendicular to the square, we stand bold like FlareEscape from your Dragon's Lair, in particularMy beats travel like a vortex, through your spineto the top of your cerebrum cortexMake you feel like you bust a nut from raw sexEnter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstreamnow terminal, like Grand Central StationProgram fat baselines, on NovationGetting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation[GZA]War of the masses, the outcome, disastrousMany of the victim family save they ashesA million names on walls engraved in plaquesThose who went back, received penalties for the axeAnother heart is torn as close ones mournThose who stray, hooray for tolerance!z get slayed on the song[Masta Killa]The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab woundsand leaks sounds that's heardninety-three million miles away from came oneto represent the Nation, this is a gatheringof the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang ClanAs we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rageThe high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stageLight is provided through sparks of energyfrom the mind that travels in rhyme formGivin sight to the blindThe dumb are mostly intrigued by the drumDeath only one can save self fromThis relentless attack of the track spares none[Ghostface Killah]Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab hooray for tolerance!z laid backLampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rackCodeine was forced in your drinkYou had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you screamYou two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numbBlowin like Shalamar in eighty-oneSound convincin, thousand dollar court by conventionHands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permissionHold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luckI humiliate, separate the English from the Dutchit's me, black nobled you AliCame in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?Caesar needs the greens, it's EarthNinety-three million miles from the firstRough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz[Raekwon]Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawkConnect thoughts to make my manchild walkSwift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riserNew York Yank' visor world tranquilizerJust a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosivesWhile, my pen blow lines ferociousMediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pickTear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see GodThe swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantulaTrack truck diesel, play the weed God, substantialaMax mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickeninGuaranteed, made em jump like Rod StricklandI 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 upBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head upEven when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up}[2Pac]Now here's a story bout a woman with dreamsSo picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queenBeneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smileNobody knew about her secret so it took a whileI could see a tear fall slow down her black cheekSheddin 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 throughI tried to trade places in the tragedyI couldn't picture three crazed ni**az grabbin meFor just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take meFour ni**az violated, they chased and they raped meEven though it wasn't me, I could feel the griefThinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain goNo! You got to find a way to surviveCause they win when your soul dies[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head upEven when the road is hard, never give upBaby don't cry, you got to keep your head upEven when the road is hard, never give upBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head upEven 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 upBaby don't cry[Edi Amin]UhhForget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never changeAin't no hater but that ni**a lost in the gameAfter the bright lights and big thangsHe probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggleEveryday, 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 crazyYou 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 complicatedA new millennium dime piece, so fine sheGot em all stuck standin still when she come throughBaby take a little mo' time, love'll find youAnd show us the sky's blue somebody other than meGon' 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 upEven when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head upEven when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head upEven 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 jumpNow you losin, you was choosin the wrong manDealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautifulLost and turned out, what you let that ni**a do to you? (Damn)I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to meWrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with meWe was kids, now she got three kidsThey see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he isSeen him last night, homey roll a E-cla*sMad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dadI bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop throughBut those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah)I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wifeSeventeen with three kids, locked down for lifeShoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressureHell 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 upEven when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head upEven when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry}Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head upEven 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 upEven when the road is hard, never give upBaby don't cry, you got to keep your head upEven when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby}Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head upEven when the road is hard, never give upBaby 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 upEven when the road is hard, never give upBaby don't cry, I hope you got your head upEven when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry[Edi Amin]For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin}Baby don't cryGot to keep your head up {keep your head up}Makaveli the Don {head up} aight?That would have prove dyour point alittle better Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Randy Lahey Posted September 28, 2008 Share Posted September 28, 2008 2Pac is simply the best. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Estranged Reality Posted September 28, 2008 Share Posted September 28, 2008 Liquid Swords is fantastic. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spoon87 Posted September 28, 2008 Share Posted September 28, 2008 2Pac is simply the best.I still get goosebumps only reading his lyrics. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
swlabr Posted September 28, 2008 Author Share Posted September 28, 2008 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. 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. and 2pac is a G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oogieboogieman420 Posted September 28, 2008 Share Posted September 28, 2008 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. 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. 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.