Do you think that they should be allowed to say things like this?Hey how you doin lil mama? lemme whisper in your ear
Tell you sunthing that you might like to hear
You got a sexy *** body and your *** look soft
Mind if I touch it? and see if its soft
Naw I'm jus playin' lets just say I can
And im known to be a real nasty man
And they say a closed mouth dont get fed
So I dont mind asking for head
You heard what I said, we need to make our way to the bed
And you can start usin' yo head
You like to ****, have yo legs open all in da butt
Do it up slappin *** cuz the sex gets rough
Switch the positions and ready to get down to business
So you can see what you've been missin'
You might had some but you never had none like this
Just wait til you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait til you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat ***** up
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat ***** up
Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM
Beat da ***** up, Beat da ***** up, Beat da ***** up, Beat da ***** up, Beat da ***** up, Beat da ***** up, Beat da *****
Up, Beat da ***** up
[verse 2]
You fine, but I aint gone sweat ya
See I wanna ****, tell me whats up
Walk around the club with yo thumb in ya mouth
Put my dick in, take your thumb out
There might be a lil kosher to deal with
Wet ? hope they dont spill ****
I keep a hoe hot when I'm puttin' in work
Wanna skeet skeet you bout to get your feelin's hurt
Cuz I'll beat dat cat with a dog
And knock da walls of a broad til she scrawl
Like (OOOOOH!)
Yea something like that, but it depends on the swing of the baseball bat
**** a bitch on da counter make the
Place fall mats
On the floor she aint screamin she a nut so they crack
Crack...crack
**** that bend over imma give you the dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait til you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat ***** up
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat ***** up
Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM
Beat da ***** up, Beat da ***** up, Beat da ***** up, Beat da ***** up, Beat da ***** up, Beat da ***** up, Beat da *****
Up, Beat da ***** up
(OOOOOOOH!)
Do you think that they should be allowed to say things like this?
Hearing Bill O'Shithead talk about this gave me the idea for the post.
YouTube - O'Reilly - Discussion on Dixie Chicks / Ludacris grammy wins
Do you think that they should be allowed to say things like this?
I hope your joking...Rap has no message.
I hope your joking...
Rap is part of the greater known as "hip-hop". I'd like for you to say "rap has no message" and "raps not hip-hop" to some black people and see what they say. You'll either get punched in the face or laughed at.
Hip hop - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The bold part "tells a story". So do other parts in the song but thats the most obvious. What do we consider it in these cases?Yea
Let's take'em back
Uh huh
Coming up I was confused
My mama kissing a girl
Confusion occurs
Coming up in a cold world
Daddy aint around
Probably out committing felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing
Check, check out my melody
I wanna live good so **** I sell dope
For a four-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I get a sheep skin coat
If I could move a few packs
I get the hat
Now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning
Niggaz done stole my bike
Different day, same ****
Ain't nothing good in the hood
I run away from this bitch
And never come back if I could
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Game]
On the grill of ma low rider
Guns on both sides
Right above the gold wires I four-five'em
Kill a ***** on ma song
And really do it
That's the true meaning of a ghostwriter
Ten g'z will take your daughter outta air forces
Believe you me homie, I know all about losses
I'm from Compton, where the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call, have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been banging since ma lil' *****, rob, got killed for his Barkley's
That's ten years
I told Pooh in '95
I'll kill you if you try me for my air-max 95's
Told Banks when I met'em I'm a ride
And if I gotta die, rather homicide
I ain't had 50 cent when ma grand-mama died
Now I'm going back to Cali with ma jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
From the beginning to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we aint gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It's full of pressure and pain
Enough of me ***** now listen to Game
[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm ****ing with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My Ma's happy, she aint gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waiting on Sha Money to land sitting in the range
Thinking how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starving
Pac is gone, and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's going on like I hear Marvin
No school books
They use their wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in a booth
And I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Baker got that abortion
I love you Ma
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
Ok I understand what your trying to say, but what about the "rappers" who get hyped up but also tell stories???
Take for instance "Hate it or love it" -50 Cent (you probably knew that)
The bold part "tells a story". So do other parts in the song but thats the most obvious. What do we consider it in these cases?
I would have to say a better conclusion is that rap is a sub genre of hip-hop.
There have been artists and groups like NWA, Wu-Tang clan, A tribe called Quest that have been successful at combining hip hop and rap however the majority of artists today are either "rap artists" or "hip hop artists".
Yo, we gotta start respectin life more y'all
You look at your brother man you gotta see yourself
Gotta see the God within him
Brothers gettin changed real quick over nothin
We losin too many of ours
Gotta recreate y'all
Yo, check it
Knowin you the best part of life, do I have the right to take yours
Cause I created you, irresponsibly
Subconciously knowin the act I was a part of
The start of somethin, I'm not ready to bring into the world
Had myself believin I was sterile
I look into mother's stomach, wonder if you are a boy or a girl
Turnin this woman's womb into a tomb
But she and I agree, a seed we don't need
You would've been much more than a mouth to feed
But someone, I woulda fed this information I read
to someone, my life for you I woulda had to leave
Instead I lead you to death
I'm sorry for takin your first breath, first step, and first cry
But I wasn't prepared mentally nor financially
Havin a child shouldn't have to bring out the man in me
Plus I wanted you to be raised within a family
I don't wanna, go through the drama of havin a baby's momma
Weekend visits and buyin J's ain't gon' make me a father
For a while bearing a child is somethin I never wanted to do
For me to live forever I can only do that through you
Nerve I got to talk about them niggaz with a gun
Must have really thought I was God to take the life of my son
I could have sacrificed goin out
To think my homies who did it I used to joke about, from now on
I'ma use self control instead of birth control
Cause $315 ain't worth your soul
$315 ain't worth your soul
$315 ain't worth it
[Lauryn Hill (two layers of vocals, same words)]
I, never dreamed you'd leave, in summer
You said you would be here when it rained
[Common] Yo
Why didn't you stay
Seeing you as a present and a gift in itself
You had our child in you, I probably never feel what you felt
But you dealt with it like the strong black woman you are
Through our trials and tribulations, child's elimination
An intergration of thoughts I feel about the situation
Back and forth my feelings was pacin
Happy deep down but not joyed enough to have it
But even that's a lie in less than two weeks, we was back at it
Is this unprotected love or safe to say it's lust
Bustin, more than the sweat in somebody you trust
Or is it that we don't trust each other enough
And believe, havin this child'll make us have to stay together
Girl I want you in my life cause you have made it better
Thinkin we all in love cause we can spend a day together
We talkin spendin the rest of our lives
It's too many black women that can say they mothers
but can't say that they wives
I wouldn't chose any other to mother my understanding
But I want our Parenthood to come from Planning
It's so much in my life that's undone
We gotta see eye to eye, about family, before we can become one
If you had decided to have it the situation I wouldn't run from
But I'm walkin, findin myself in my God
So I can, discipline my son with my writin
Not have a judge tellin me how and when to raise my seed
Though his death was at our greed, with no one else to blame
I had a book of Afrikan names, case our minds changed
You say your period hasn't came, and lately I've been sleepy
So quit smokin the weed and the beadies and let's have this boy
[Lauryn Hill]
I, never dreamed you'd leave in summer
You said you would be here when it rained
You said you would be here when it rained
Ohh I, never dreamed you'd leave in summer
Now the situation's made things change
Things change
Why, didn't you stay
Why didn't you stay...
I, never dreamed you'd leave, in summer
In summer
You said you would be here when, it rained
When it rained, it rained
Ohhhohh I, never dreamed, you'd leave in summer
You said you wouldn't leave
Now the situation's made things change
Things change, why didn't you stay?
Stay, stay stay stay stay stay stay
Mmmmm, stayyy
Uh-uh
Ohh why didn't you stay..
Hmm...Thats interesting.
I've never heard anybody say they're different but then again I'm not really into that type of music. I might print this thread out and try to explain this to a bunch of black kids. They get pissed though. We had a "debate" in my English class one time about whether or not Rap should be considered music.
One of them told this rock chick she should be slapped.
lol will do!:2wave:
It's honestly a serious problem in all forms of music. Most young fans have NO clue as to what preceded their current listening and don't care, I have a theory that many kids will listen to whatever is current simply to seem cool and will abandon many of the hot artists of today as soon as the trends shift, instead of actually appreciating music for what it is.Most kids I know today that claim to be "hip hop fans" wouldn't know Slick Rick from Trick Trick. Ask any of them who Eric B. and Rakim, Latin Frost or even Brand Nubian are and they'll look at you like you came from a different planet.
Of course they should be able to say whatever the hell they want, that's why the big record companies have the "Tipper Sticker." If you don't want to hear it, don't buy it.
The Ying-Yang twins and 50-cent aren't hip-hop it is just some packaged BS that we're fed. Hip Hop usually doesn't get played on the radio, at least not in my market.
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