I never said they were more creative poetically than gangster rappers. I said they were more creative poetically than Crunk rappers and whatever subgenres you'd consider much of this commercial rap to be. If you're trying to say somebody like Lil' Wayne is more creative than GZA (I do consider GZA to be a conscious rapper) than I guess we're not talking about the same hip hop.
Who "also" hates Hip Hop???
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I never said they were more creative poetically than gangster rappers. I said they were more creative poetically than Crunk rappers and whatever subgenres you'd consider much of this commercial rap to be. If you're trying to say somebody like Lil' Wayne is more creative than GZA (I do consider GZA to be a conscious rapper) than I guess we're not talking about the same hip hop.
Immortal Technique- Internally Bleeding
The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise
Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes
Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside
Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'd die
And niggaz wonder why my heary is filled of hatred an anger
Cause some bitch killed my first born song with a coat hanger
I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was cold
Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold
My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the answer
But then I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer
Killing us slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers
The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan religion
Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christain
I had a vision of nuclear holocaust on top of me
And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs
The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues
Like "Cheke vara" my soliloquies speak to a gun
Paint in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun
Nigga the preaching is done cause I don't got a DJ
Like Reverond Run, I curse the life of any man who kills
Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the messenger
But I was chosen to speak the words of every African slave
Dumped in the ocean, stolen by America
Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history books
Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded
Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's no
Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator
Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking chair
Waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution currently used
In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of light
Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight
The evening is white, I made my peace with the Lord and now I
Stand on his right..
Death is a another part of life..
These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing
Dying on the inside, internally bleeding
Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping
Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning
These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing
Dying on the inside, internally bleeding
Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping
Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning
The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise
Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes
Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside
Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'd die
And niggaz wonder why my heary is filled of hatred an anger
Cause some bitch killed my first born song with a coat hanger
I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was cold
Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold
My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the answer
But then I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer
Killing us slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers
The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan religion
Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christain
I had a vision of nuclear holocaust on top of me
And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs
The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues
Like "Cheke vara" my soliloquies speak to a gun
Paint in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun
Nigga the preaching is done cause I don't got a DJ
Like Reverond Run, I curse the life of any man who kills
Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the messenger
But I was chosen to speak the words of every African slave
Dumped in the ocean, stolen by America
Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history books
Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded
Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's no
Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator
Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking chair
Waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution currently used
In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of light
Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight
The evening is white, I made my peace with the Lord and now I
Stand on his right..
Death is a another part of life..
These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing
Dying on the inside, internally bleeding
Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping
Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning
These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing
Dying on the inside, internally bleeding
Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping
Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning
rap has progressed in terms of the underground as now you see many various forms of hip hop
but it has regressed into total shit in terms of the mainstream. All these rappers today just regurgitate the same shit over and over and over again with even more simplified lyrics and beats
but it has regressed into total shit in terms of the mainstream. All these rappers today just regurgitate the same shit over and over and over again with even more simplified lyrics and beats
Simplified versions of the original rap formula ? When was the original rap formula established in your opinion ? 1974 ? 1979 ? 1982 ? 1986 ? 1989 ?
Gangsta rap can be very sophisticated musically i.e. NWA - EFFIL4ZAGGIN, MC Ren - Shock of the Hour, 2Pac - All Eyez on Me. All of these records were made between 1991 and 1996 and are a substantial improvement upon the "stripped rap" of 1983-1987.
Liquid Diamonds
Member
funny, coming from a bunch of people with absolutely no knowledge of hip-hop, calling me a n00b in the hip-hop thread
What?!?! How in the name of all things good do you figure that one out? Most posters in this thread have consistently displayed a much more coherent knowledge of the genre than you have, especially those who have given examples of lyrical passages that illustrate the quality some hip-hop artists aspire to. What have you done? Listed a very short list of artists, and then simply proceded to wind folk up.
And anyway, to be frank, if you even think that the reason people here are calling you a n00b is because of your lack of hip-hop knowledge, I begin to doubt we're even reading the same thread.
Again, quit it with that shit. I doubt anyone finds it even remotely witty.
Oh, and to everyone - I happen to enjoy a lot of commercial hip-hop. However, it IS true that I listen to the majority of it for the production rather than the flow. Top-of-the-line commercial hip-hop can have a really great vibe, if you ignore the incoherent ramblings of 50 Cent and his lackeys lol.
I'd rather stick my head in an over than listen to commercial rap honestly with the exception of a few guys like styles p and nas...
metal_wrath
I dip my forefinger...
If you enjoy commercial alot hip-hop that alont speaks for your hip-hop "knowledge"
I don't even listen to alot of Hip-hop, at least lately, but I will post some lyrics which I think are good
Aesop Rock - Daylight
(yes y'all and ya don't stop keep on to the break of dawn)
Yo...put one up to shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative net platoon bloom head trip split rediculous
Fathom the splicing of first generation
Fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)
I paste the game to zero hour completion green (Splash!)
Duke of early retirement pick a dream
American nightmare hogging the screen
I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
if you'd stop following me around the jungle gym
Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage
Merit crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teeming resonance
I promise temperance towards breed with a leaning conscience
Here the creed acts since responsive but my sports the war's the wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) yeah the settlers laugh
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags into rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs
Dont be laughing!
And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot them and forgot them
This origami dream is beautiful
but man those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
(yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop, keep on to the break of dawn)
Slacker bound emit a tabloid headline with a pulse
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time engulfed
Diddy crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly stains
To hear the blame to crystal conscience
To results a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished
Ok, link me to activism chain activate street sweep
Plug deteriorating zenith bent Pendragon
I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men
(alley gospel)
Sinking their lincoln-log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bashed dreams
Sparking in my brick wall windows another thick installment
Of one night in Gotham without the wretched (There is also another word here)
Houston we have a problem
Attached to a infested batch of city goblins
Who split holiday freak on a box cut cinema high road bellow
Head rips Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Raw feeling crimes congregating at pamper for bickering
Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman
Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess
Kiss the speaker wire or either pass it for some pagan thresh hold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt ticker tape
Vision and pick apart the pixels
I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace
When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
Metal Captain!
This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion
I told him: "Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him"
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
Allfader
Kvelding
well... I don't know if I'm really wrong or not, but in Serenity Painted Death there are a part with a semi-hip-hop rythm, even the rythm of mikael's voice seems like nü metal rythhm or something like that
at 1:29:
Ripped from my embrace
Melinda reflected in shafts
Red line round her neck
Met the earth in silence
specially here:
White faced, haggard grin
This serenity painted death
With a halo of bitter disease
Black paragon in lingering breath
in Bleak happens something similar... all the song have that "jumpin'" rythm
at 1:29:
Ripped from my embrace
Melinda reflected in shafts
Red line round her neck
Met the earth in silence
specially here:
White faced, haggard grin
This serenity painted death
With a halo of bitter disease
Black paragon in lingering breath
in Bleak happens something similar... all the song have that "jumpin'" rythm
MixGrafix
Dulce Et Decorum Est
I have seen Opeth live, and from an audience perspective, I think that the chicks at the "club" at a hip hop show are way hotter. Sweaty, half nekkid chicks really do something for me. I think the amount of pot being smoked is about the same.
FRUGiHOYi
"Since 1981"
Liquid Diamonds
Member
VERY ignorant and elitist statement. Juat because something is commercially appealing doesn't NECESSARILY mean it fails, man.
The lyrics you posted were good though, Good track.
metal_wrath
I dip my forefinger...
wow, I really screwed up that sentence... I meant to say "If you enjoy alot of commercial Hip-hop"
anyway, at least you listen to SOME good hip-hop, apparantly
Jude
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I love this line. How the hell do you THINK of something like that? Immortal Technique is the man. Another one of his songs opens like this:
"The bling bling era was cute but it's about to be done
I'll leave you full o' clips like the moon blocking the sun"
Holy shit. That is genius.
You can thank Mr. Martin Lopez for that "jumping" rythm, something I am afraid, we may have heard the last of
Man... I love when ODB says "Niggaz be rollin" in Protect Ya Neck. I used to make fun of him a lot cause he was a scum bag, but when I started listening to Wu Tang recently I realized he was actually a pretty great MC.
He's also dead, sadly.
Great song by the way. Still one of my favourite Wu-Tang Clan tracks.
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I'm so glad that the Who hates Hip Hop thread has turned into the Hip Hop thread. Haha.
Has anybody heard that new Immortal Technique track "Tell The Truth"? It's pretty sick, Mos Def guests in it. Mos Def calls George W. Bush "Nigga." Mos's solo work isn't so good, but when he was coupled with Talib Kweli it was pure genius.
Has anybody heard that new Immortal Technique track "Tell The Truth"? It's pretty sick, Mos Def guests in it. Mos Def calls George W. Bush "Nigga." Mos's solo work isn't so good, but when he was coupled with Talib Kweli it was pure genius.
