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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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David, you seem to have a problem with 'gangster' rap... and there's dozens of rappers who got the same problem... read these lyrics....
quote:
(Talib Kweli)"Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye
He looked at me, he thought about it
Was like, "I'm clueless, why?"
The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
And so tomorrow comin later than usual
Waitin' on someone to pity us
While we findin beauty in the hideous
They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell
YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills
Or is it the mindstate that's ill?
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion there's more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal
What's the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal they be recitin my quotes
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat
of thought, that my man Louis' statements just provoked
Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth
Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means, bustin gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too short to box with God
Without faith, all of that is illusionary
Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary
(M.D.) Not strong
(T.K.) Only aggressive
(M.D.) Not free
(T.K.) We only licensed
(M.D.) Not compassioniate, only polite
(T.K.) Now who the nicest?
(M.D.) Not good but well behaved
(T.K.) Chasin after death
so we can call ourselves brave?
(M.D.) Still livin like mental slaves
(both) Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
(both) Hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
(Mos Def)
Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old ****
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either *****es or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all
(Mos Def)
A lot of people don't understand the true criteria of things
Can't just accept the appearance
Have to get the true essence |
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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Tassadar:
I already am 'enlightened' to the artform of writing a story... i never denied that writing is an art...
and rappers don't make up words... they use slang words that are used already... even crazy words like shizzle or whatever the **** was actually being used colloquially in the bay area.
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David Floyd
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The bottom of a large bottle of beer
Jan 1970 time: 05:29
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AS, sorry, but I have a problem with music that horribly mangles grammar. Maybe I'm just prejudiced, or live in an ivory tower, or whatever, but that's just what I like, or rather, don't like.
As for rap being poetry, much of what is considered "great" poetry doesn't even rhyme, so I'm not sure that your reason for calling rap "poetry" is valid. Then again, I'm not a fan of poetry, either, for entirely different reasons (it tends to bore the **** out of me).
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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David:
i'm not sure Talib Kweli and Mos Def really mangled grammar in that piece... if they did, it's no more than normal colloquial laxing of grammar.
great poetry prior to that gay guy who wrote leaves of grass or whatever almost always rhymed... rap is the return of verse poetry after over a century absence.
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Comrade Tassadar
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POETRY
Rap Sucks C0ck, It's Much Worse than Bach, We Should Seal it With a Heavy Lock, Rap Sucks C0ck.
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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David:
did you read the lyrics i posted at the start of the thread and/or the ones i jost posted? they're not amazing or nothing but i can't see how you wouldn't agree that they are poetry.
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David Floyd
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The bottom of a large bottle of beer
Jan 1970 time: 05:29
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I agree that they rhyme, but that doesn't make them poetry.
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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Mono:
i dont believe in Walt Whitman... i think he bastardized what was once a skilled artform... sure he may not have been too bad but his ideas of free verse have been used in the 20th century by pretentious idiots to sound intelligent by being vague and not following the structures of rhyme meter.
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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Mono:
it's very rock-ish if you know what i mean? it seems like the lyrics to a rock song in content and in style. also the length is very rock-like... though if you did extend the length and put more specific things in there (kind of like a story in rhyme which is extremely common in rap), it would be more along the lines of most rap songs.
but how does shore rhyme with more and baltimore though? a mass. accent?
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David Floyd
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The bottom of a large bottle of beer
Jan 1970 time: 05:29
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Eh? "Shore" does indeed rhyme with both "more" and "Baltimore". Unless I pronounce them all incorrectly.
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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actually now that i think about it, the content is VERY common in rap... i can't even count how many hundreds of songs had that idea of talking about leaving all the bullshit in the world and just cruising on the highway... maybe you should try to download a song by Joe Budden (aka Average Joe as he is also known cause he's a very typical rapper. nothing special about him) called 10 Minutes (beware it's a huge 10 minute song so if you dont got cable internet dont bother) which is similiar except instead of driving to the shore, all he needs is 10 minutes to smoke a cigerette. in those ten minutes, he basically goes through every aspect of his life in story form. might be inspirational
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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your rhymes with shore...
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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Mono:
outwardly, the style is rock-ish (though i'll admit that i know next to nothing about rock music) but on a slightly more in depth level, past the superficial rockness, the basic idea is very common in rap.
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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nah mono... i've heard volvo plenty of times...
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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Mono:
quote: He came through with two fly *****es, Venus and Vicious
wit two macs inside the Volvo | -Nas in 1996
quote: Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo
Pump the six and push the volvo | -50 Cent in 1999
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