Originally posted by moviejunkie23
"MovieJunkie > I'm pretty sure your mind is made up, but I'll speak my piece anyways. The level of creativity and brainwork that goes into good hip-hop dwarfs all other genres. If it's politically motivated the ideas and opinions come at you rapid-fire leaving you with much more to think about. If it's just about "word-play", you can hardly touch hip-hop in cleverness or clarity of expression. And to say that this type of music simply promotes sexism, violence, and racism, means you haven't taken the time to find quality work. There's bad music in every genre... I go out of my way to find GOOD MUSIC."Common man the level of "brain work"? Almost all the content is the same a good 90 percent of it. Its not very difficult you reprat themes that have been repeated 100 different times before. Its also a testement to how devoid the creative process is when you listen to the background music of these songs. Do this for me. This will be a fun experiment of what makes a rap song's background music. Really don't be embarrassed do this out loud and tell me how it sounds. Make two fart sounds and then follow up the two fart sounds with two crow caws. Now after you make the two fart sounds again follow that up with one longer more shrill crow caw. Now repeat the farts and follow them up with the initial two crow caws. Do this for five minutes and tell me wether your bored or not, because that exactly what rap music is doing in my head accomponied by a guy that sounds like he is speaking in tongues about how he likes naked broads and likes to drink booze and he is the best in the game and he has a bullet proof car and he carries a pistol and he gotttzzz one mads crew, son! Common man this isn't a sign of intelleigence this is a sign of a ex gang member ignorant crack dealer who would probably have a difficult time reading and comprehending RL Stines Goosebumps series that found a loop whole in the american system and now makes a fortune by rapping about how much of a degenerate he is.
But I am talking in broad terms I do agree you can find some pearls in almost every genre like you said about cash for country. I agree with that.
Actually, if you do a little looking rather than sitting on your ass bitching about how much hip hop sucks, you'll find that you've got it backwards. You are right that there are some unbelievably stupid songs and rappers out there. However, the huge majority is not quite so shitty. The reason being that the huge majority is underground or indie, and to make it as an underground artist, you generally can't suck entirely. A lot of really terrible mainstream rappers only start being really terrible when they hit it big and their record company tells them that they need to be dumbasses to sell records.
Anyways, I will proceed to make what is now a much clicheed move on KMC and other forums. I am going to post some REAL, LIVE hip hop lyrics to prove that there's plenty of good stuff out there. I don't think I can really prove right now that the good songs are not "gems" as you put it, but are equally as, if not more prevalent than the shit. And remember, if you don't read the lyrics, but still generalize hip hop as "I got bling bling, come here and suck my cock *****" bullshit, you will prove that your argument is totally invalid.
Atmosphere- Trying to Find a Balance
[Slug]
They love the taste of blood
Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe they're as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a good record."
Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this
Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." they tell me
If only they knew how real this life really gets
They would stop acting like a silly *****
They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't take much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch someone's Pac-man
Hello ma'am, would you be interested
In some sexual positions and emotional investments
See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh
Somebody give me a big yes (YES!)
God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless"
Now I'm too ****ed up to dance
So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants
You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance
So go pry open that trunk and get those amps
[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
[Slug]
So now I keep a close eye on my pets
Because they make most of their moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, **** and self defense
So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, **** ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball
Gotta journey the world in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killin 'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium
[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
I gotta find my balance
I gotta find my balance
[Slug]
Now all my friends are famous
It's either one thing or another
They all don't know what my name is
Probably know both of my brothers
The one is a hard workin' savior
The other's a hard workin' soldier
I'm just your next door neighbor
Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober
You wait for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know what the pot is
Won't quit till I hit California
And make you my Golden State goddess