Hip-hop/Rap

Not a big fan of rap because I find little message being sent, but I like to sit here and defend 2-Pac a member of the modern Civil Rights movement and a victum of a blind society. He often used his voice as an outlet to express his veiws and he then often used it to sell records. I like to take a quote out of his song To Live and Die in LA

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Originally Posted by 2 Pac [I

To Live and Die in LA[/I]]Cost me more to be free than a life in the penn
Making money off of cuss words--writin’ again
Learn how to think ahead--so I fight with my pen
Late night down sunset like in a sin
What’s the worst they could do to a n****
Get me lost in hell--to live and die in la
On bail--my angels sing...

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Or a power lyric that has been stuck in my mined since I heard it when I was twelve, from the song http://www.lyrics007.com/2%20Pac%20L...%20Lyrics.html

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Originally Posted by 2-Pac [I

Changes[/I]]I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a n*****
pull the trigger kill a n**** he's a hero

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Or from the same song

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Originally Posted by 2-Pac [I

Changes[/I]]And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own

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If I remember correctly this was his last single before he was killed. This is one of the most powerful songs written in the 90s, and it was given to us from a man who dedicated his life to help rally a forgotten and often discrimnated people. He questions the misplaced morals of our society, "Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs" earily in this thread someone mentioned that all he did was support misgonism, sex, drugs & voilance, what people fail to relize is that the people he's talking to are not you or I, they are poor, sometimes straving people who we don't even think exist because of our sheltered midclass lives.

Kids the same age as myself, being in gun fights to defend or take the most insignifagant peices of proporty because thats all they have. He seems to support that life style, but then you see songs like these and you think no 2-Pac is telling them how to survive those life styles. Ivf you don't like what he "supports" then change the situation that breeds thast mantality. Drug running, "pimping", theif, voilance, these are the jobs that we allow these capable men and women to have, so if you disagreee with what they have to do, then "Let's see some changes."

Another awesome rap group, The Coup from Oakland, California:

The Coup Underdog lyrics

(chorus)
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check one two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
*repeat chorus*
I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the newborns who get fed intravenously
Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case
When she breathe she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face
Lights turned off and its the third month the rent is late
Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate
Despair permeates the air then sets in your ear
The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share
Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations
Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big *** glass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter
You feel like swingin haymakers at a moving truck
You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a ****
You feel like getting so high you smoke a whole damn crop
You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop
Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis
If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
Some folks try to front like they so above you
They'd tear this mother****er up if they really loved you
*chorus*
There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat
Like taking tupperware to an all you can eat
Returning used **** for new saying you lost your receipt
And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete
Then all your problems pile up about a mile up
Thinkin about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff
Whole family sleepin on a futon while you're clippin coupons
Eatin salad tryin to get full off the croutons
'Crosstown, the situation is identical
Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its tentacles
Misconceptions raise questions to be solved
Alot of b-boys are broke, alot of homeless got jobs
You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be assed out
Most pyramid schemes don't let you cash out
They say this generation makes the harmony pray
But crime rises consistent with the povery rate
You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs
A gang of preachers screamin sermons over murmurs and sobs
Saying pray for a change from the Lord above you
They'd tear this mother****er up if they really loved you
*chorus*
You like this song cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme
We go to stores that only let us in two at a time
We live in places where it costs to get your check cashed
Arguements about money usually drown out the tec blasts
Work six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though
Muscles tremblin like a pager when the battery's low
And you just don't know where the years went
Although every long shift feels like a year spent
And you can write your resume, but it wouldn't even mention
All the life lessons learned doing six years of detention
Or how you learned the police was just some handicappers
On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers
Now don't accept my collects on the phone
Just hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone
And we can chop it up about this messed up system
Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them
It's almost impossible survivin on this fraction
Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical reaction
You gotta hustle cause they're tryin to push and shove you
I'll tear this mother****er up since I really love you
*chorus*

Here's another by The Coup:

The Coup Ghetto Manifesto lyrics

[* People talking *]
[Boots]
I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court
I scribbled this on an application for county support
I practice this like a sport
Met Donald Trump and he froze up
Standing on his Bentley yelling Pimps down, hoes up
Some tryin' to front off
Break her *** a clump off
We gon' stop the world and make y'all mother****ers jump off
This is my resume slash resignation
A ransom note with proposed legislation
A fevered ultimatum you should take it verbatim
Cause I got two bangin' pieces and you don't wanna date em'
Flyin' kites for my folks at home
Who takin' tokes alone
We payin' rent on **** they ain't even sposed to own
Narratin' through my verse, agitatin' when ya curse
It's a million mother****ers just waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst, wanna weightin' up ya purse
Shook the jobby job down at noon and don't disperse
They wouldn't pay ya *** as far as they can throw you
They think you punkin' but they don't know you
Dissin' turf operata, play with twelve shot berettas
Buy the Burger King workers and we slappin' on ya lettuce
Wrote that in the back of those apartments
A coupon from agricultural departments
When we put down the X-O, we can let the threats go
And start ****, it's the ghetto manifesto
[Chorus x2]
That's what I'm talking about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North, and South
Gonna turn this party out
Hey, hey
[* People talking *]
[Boots]
Call me bird cause of my legs but my *** don't sing
Got a house arrest anklet but it don't bling bling
The homie with a cell but that **** don't ring
But at lights out bars clang and souls get stang
Now it's the hustlin' sound, trick where they muscle around blacks
Make ya thoughts heavy, drop a joint and make the ground crack
Even renowned historians have found that
The people only bounce back when they pound back
So I take out a spray can and paste the pavement
Defacin' gravements of a sufferin' nation
The files are flagrant and that's the fragrance
I overheard them askin' vagrance for patients
So check the liner notes, I steal my finer quotes
For d-boys tryin' to flow them Gucci's and designer boats
And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks
Who all kind of broke
But bought twenties cause they feel like a lot of smoke
The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle
So when I say burn one I mean the Star-Spangled
Let's all get high from the income angle
Bump this at the party even if it ain't the single
Here's a slum serenade, on razor blades and grenades
By nannies and maids who be polishin' the suede
You could let the sess blow but let's make the sets grow
Into brigades with the ghetto manifesto
[Chorus x2]
[* People talking *]

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Originally Posted by rabid reader

Not a big fan of rap because I find little message being sent, but I like to sit here and defend 2-Pac a member of the modern Civil Rights movement and a victum of a blind society.

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I appreciate your post and defense of 2-Pac, however, it is your first phrase which makes me go "huh?" :confused: "Not a big fan of rap because I find little message being sent". Your entire post describes a very big message being sent, and is just fraction of issues and themes beign sung about. Are you only a fan of music that sends large messages? Or, perhaps you are not a fan of rap because it has too much bass and just isn't your type of music?

I own few rap albums and am not a big fan myself simply because it is just not my prefered style of listening or dancing music (give me The Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd or Bob Dylan any day) Still, I have a high respect for the art form. And, yes, sometimes I do get in the mood for certain songs, like KRS-ONE's "Take me to a higher level". :banana:

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Originally Posted by genoveva

I appreciate your post and defense of 2-Pac, however, it is your first phrase which makes me go "huh?" :confused: "Not a big fan of rap because I find little message being sent". Your entire post describes a very big message being sent, and is just fraction of issues and themes beign sung about. Are you only a fan of music that sends large messages? Or, perhaps you are not a fan of rap because it has too much bass and just isn't your type of music?

I own few rap albums and am not a big fan myself simply because it is just not my prefered style of listening or dancing music (give me The Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd or Bob Dylan any day) Still, I have a high respect for the art form. And, yes, sometimes I do get in the mood for certain songs, like KRS-ONE's "Take me to a higher level". :banana:

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I said "not a big fan" I enjoy deep and enjoyable lryics and lets face it with the expection of K-os, Nas and T-Pac and sometimes Emiumim(or however he likes to spell it) those type of lyrics are hard to find.

The thing you people seem to miss is that hiphop is so much more than gangster-mentality and MTV. The rap you're talking about is, in the eyes of hiphop listeners like only mentioning Dan Brown and Stephen King when talking about literature.
There is a deeper side, a side that people do not see unless they dig a bit. This side is called underground hiphop.

Let me quote;

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Atmosphere - The Woman With The Tattooed Hands

I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
tattooes on the top sides of both of her hands
She was forty-three years old and as far as I know
had never yet been with a man
It's not that she wasn't attractive;
she was beautiful, but it was the way that she interacted
She was aggresively passive to the point where she
would've intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch it
on the right hand she had a tattooe of a nude girl
she claimed it is what God resembled
but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female
and this one she explained looked like the devil
I remember once watching her touch her own breasts
how the tattooes smiled as they stared down her stomach
as if anticipating when they'd be allowed to caress
the sweet flower that they both seemed too hungry (sweet flower)
Now maybe I was high but it felt so right
heaven and hell both take to this woman's womb
It didn't make sense how she could commence
touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
but if I've learned anything in my years (my years)
I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise)
but what happened next damn near stold my tears
the tattooes came alive right in front of my eyes
they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands
and showed me why she never took some time with a man
they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden
she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip
I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving
and I'd never forget all the things I saw that evening
a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer
to understanding more about what intrigues me most
I didn't get turned on I just got turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
for each one of em I've hurt
and every time I've been burned
I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn
so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can
about women taking in all she can
And for as long as I breathe I'll save receipt in my memory
for that woman with the tattooed hands

(Chorus: repeat 5x till song fades)
There's good and evil in each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants

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Or for something a little different

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Aesop Rock - Daylight

Yo...put one up 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 Neptune blue head hurt splits
Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation
**** up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)
I paste the game to zero all completion green (Splash!)
Took an early retirement pick a dream
American nightmare hogging the screen
I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
and you would stop following me around the jungle gym
Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage
Marry crutch stolen wretched refuge refuse my teaming resonance
I promise temperance storm breed with a leaning conscious
In a credence relax responsive with my sports outsource the wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) And the settlers laugh
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won't be laughing when the buses drag your brother's flags into rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs
You won't be laughing
And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot them then I 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

Slacker bounded imitated tabloid headlined with the post
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time in ghosts

Giving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sins
To hear the plane to crystal conscious
To results a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished
Ok, lift me to activism chain activate street sweep
Plug in deteriorating zenith pen dragging
I hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad men
Now he's got soul
Sitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreams
Sparking my brick wall windows another thicket storm
And if one night in Gotham without the wretched
Houston we have a problem
Dispatch a task of infested patch of city goblins
Who split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellow
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Raw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickering
Life's not a ***** life is a beautiful woman
Your only call her a ***** 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 ******* 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

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And rabid reader - Do you ever read anything else than mainstream literature where the world is happy place full of fluffy pink bunnies and cups of tea, where the worst thing that could happen is another bunny calling your favorite bunny something mean? If not, you should. Start with something light, like the bible.

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Originally Posted by JackKerouac

And rabid reader - Do you ever read anything else than mainstream literature where the world is happy place full of fluffy pink bunnies and cups of tea, where the worst thing that could happen is another bunny calling your favorite bunny something mean? If not, you should. Start with something light, like the bible.

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If I'm not interested in it why would I look for under ground rappers. Question when you see someone arguing the the same argument as you, to you spit in their eye? I do not have simular interests as you, but if you read my two prior posts you will see I am defending rap not attacking.

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Originally Posted by rabid reader

Question when you see someone arguing the the same argument as you, to you spit in their eye? I do not have simular interests as you, but if you read my two prior posts you will see I am defending rap not attacking.

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Yes, I totally see this. :nod: What was confusing to me was the "because" part of the reason why you are not a big fan of rap. Perhaps you meant that it had little meaning to you, and not little meaning in general?

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Originally Posted by rabid reader

If I'm not interested in it why would I look for under ground rappers. Question when you see someone arguing the the same argument as you, to you spit in their eye? I do not have simular interests as you, but if you read my two prior posts you will see I am defending rap not attacking.

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The bunny-thing was not about underground rap. The bunny-thing was about your statements about rap being vulgar and meaningless. Of course it is, everything is vulgar and meaningless.
I'm sorry for the tone though, it was not my intention to spit you in the eye.

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Originally Posted by JackKerouac

The bunny-thing was not about underground rap. The bunny-thing was about your statements about rap being vulgar and meaningless. Of course it is, everything is vulgar and meaningless.
I'm sorry for the tone though, it was not my intention to spit you in the eye.

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Originally Posted by What I Said

I said "not a big fan" I enjoy deep and enjoyable lryics and lets face it with the expection of K-os, Nas and T-Pac and sometimes Emiumim(or however he likes to spell it) those type of lyrics are hard to find.

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Ummm, I am trying to understand what your talking about, but I see no point. Unless you mean:

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Originally Posted by Rabid Reader

If I remember correctly this was his last single before he was killed. This is one of the most powerful songs written in the 90s, and it was given to us from a man who dedicated his life to help rally a forgotten and often discrimnated people. He questions the misplaced morals of our society, "Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs" earily in this thread someone mentioned that all he did was support misgonism, sex, drugs & voilance, what people fail to relize is that the people he's talking to are not you or I, they are poor, sometimes straving people who we don't even think exist because of our sheltered midclass lives.

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In which you would probably want to take what I said into contexted because then you would once again see I was agreeing with you.

Oh well, then I probably made a mistake somewhere. My bad, I'm sorry.