Snoop Dog, Ice Cube and Bone Thugz (1 Viewer)

[icraig88]

oh mannnn how good is lord finesse - soul plan ft roy ayers?

 

[lolokay]

it's still a bit ridiculous to keep such a pointless argument going for so long. but as long as you're having fun..

 

[icraig88]

oh believe me, we are. there is finally some real discussion going on here.

 

[icraig88]

someone sticky this thread for the lulz..

 

[Zrap]

Here you go.

Rap song: RAP IS SHIT!
Verse I
Just looped this drum beat on my 20 inch Mac,
It is the talent in this genre that is clearly a lack.
I wear this hat with the front to the back.
Reppin this fucker keep it all on track.
Instruments are a thing of the past.
Our musical skills will never last.
I am the main player in this cast.
I break bones in a flash so fast.

Chorus
Took no music class
Basic knowledge of it I could not pass.
I make myself look like an ass.
My ego is impossible to surpass.

Verse II
Keep everything the same.
Interest is never our game.
The fall of music, rap is to blame.
We are the pinnacle of media shame.
No bigger morons than Zrap and Hiphophooray
Must say they are pretty gay.
They fondle each others balls yay or nay?
It is a laugh every time they have something to say.

Bridge (not that rappers use this item in their structure)
Inferior music dictated by the lowest of scum
Would rather listen to music collection owned by my mum.
When this is played on the radio I block my ears with the double thumb.
Useless genre what has this world become?

THE CONTRAST

Come on come on
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 and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but things change, and that's the way it is.

[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]

(Come on, come on) That's just the way it is. Things'll never be the same.
That's just the way it is. aww yeah...
[Repeat]

I see no changes. All I see is racist faces.
Misplaced hate makes disgrace for races we under.
I wonder what it takes to make this one better place...
let's erase the wasted.
Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right.
'Cause mo' black than white is smokin' crack tonight.
And only time we chill is when we kill each other.
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other.
And although it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh.
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact...
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks.
But some things will never change.
Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the dope game.
Now tell me what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you.
You gotta operate the easy way.
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way.
Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is.

[Bridge]
[Talking:]

We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.

And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There'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 facts givin' 'em 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.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this.
That's the sound of my tune. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool.
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs.
Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh

 

[icraig88]

and zrap, also this..

This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent
It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant
Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence
Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent
We don't get down like them clowns and the kids
I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's?
I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery
Fortunately my music is never watery
That's how its gotta be, as far as I can see
Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy
It aint all about economy
so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me
Honestly, my number one policy is quality
never sell my soul is my philosophy
High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy
I told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' me
I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise
Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish
But still I never claim to be a big rap star
So no matter who you are its still Allah who act God
Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this
I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this
See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullshit walk
While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics
Whoever's on the microphone let it be known
You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler
You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this
And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this



Voice: (That is the Main theme)... scratching.. ( I wanna know something else)

[Senim Silla]
Get a grip on yourself cuz you ain't grippin mines
Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize
collide with this seranade cyanide you apply for Silla's high
The thing that makes killa's high
Hang 'em high by the gold link necktie
And drain 'em dry into tempest eye now you ain't God
so you ain't that high wanna be aeronautic
And get swatted for actin' fly
Masterminds crafty rhymes, I'll rip from drafty lines
that chill spines like the Alpines, runnin up on some natural binds
A close encounter of the worst kind
Go ask the cats that heard I'm lyrical turpentine
Who wanna taste mine I gotta carry hill on the wasteline
God give the bassline so let the phlegm fly
I survive seven-five through the M-ine, when I forcefully Jedi
On the wooze I red-eye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot dead-eye
Snooze crews bed bye, Mary lou flippin' I pistol pump grippin
I stompin, I semper-fi represent, temper high, signify
Walkin round ain't nothin similar
Like a Gemini, in this perimeter sublimin-ie
Cats be cut dry more why I wet guys
I be rainin precipitation 'til it's one inch your neck high
Less fly kids misguide, without an alibi
Who said you rap tight? You come unraveled by
Slice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pie
I'm learned in old schools of thought and shit you baffled by
Conceptual intellectual fireslide
Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rockslide
you musta forgot I, have your ass knockneed and cockeyed
Bruised, battered, broken up, walkin, cut dipped in peroxide
Death to the Pop Fly

 

[hiphophooray123]

also noticed that he [mclovin] thinks that rappers don't use bridges in their songs hahahahahah.

 

[hiphophooray123]

and zrap, also this..

This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent
It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant
Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence
Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent
We don't get down like them clowns and the kids
I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's?
I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery
Fortunately my music is never watery
That's how its gotta be, as far as I can see
Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy
It aint all about economy
so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me
Honestly, my number one policy is quality
never sell my soul is my philosophy
High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy
I told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' me
I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise
Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish
But still I never claim to be a big rap star
So no matter who you are its still Allah who act God
Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this
I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this
See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullshit walk
While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics
Whoever's on the microphone let it be known
You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler
You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this
And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this



Voice: (That is the Main theme)... scratching.. ( I wanna know something else)

[Senim Silla]
Get a grip on yourself cuz you ain't grippin mines
Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize
collide with this seranade cyanide you apply for Silla's high
The thing that makes killa's high
Hang 'em high by the gold link necktie
And drain 'em dry into tempest eye now you ain't God
so you ain't that high wanna be aeronautic
And get swatted for actin' fly
Masterminds crafty rhymes, I'll rip from drafty lines
that chill spines like the Alpines, runnin up on some natural binds
A close encounter of the worst kind
Go ask the cats that heard I'm lyrical turpentine
Who wanna taste mine I gotta carry hill on the wasteline
God give the bassline so let the phlegm fly
I survive seven-five through the M-ine, when I forcefully Jedi
On the wooze I red-eye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot dead-eye
Snooze crews bed bye, Mary lou flippin' I pistol pump grippin
I stompin, I semper-fi represent, temper high, signify
Walkin round ain't nothin similar
Like a Gemini, in this perimeter sublimin-ie
Cats be cut dry more why I wet guys
I be rainin precipitation 'til it's one inch your neck high
Less fly kids misguide, without an alibi
Who said you rap tight? You come unraveled by
Slice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pie
I'm learned in old schools of thought and shit you baffled by
Conceptual intellectual fireslide
Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rockslide
you musta forgot I, have your ass knockneed and cockeyed
Bruised, battered, broken up, walkin, cut dipped in peroxide
Death to the Pop Fly

Verse one:
I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
Ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few new york niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
Because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, Id be geeked when shed come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her
Verse two:
Now periodically I would see
Ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didnt have a body but she started gettin thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
In a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, thats how we got close
But then she broke to the west coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And Im a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in l.a.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, afrocentricity, was of the past
So she got into r&b hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and its all good
I wasnt salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung
Verse three:
I mightve failed to mention that the shit was creative
But once the man got you well he altered the native
Told her if she got an energetic gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, shes universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now shes a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But Im committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That shes just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But ima take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who Im talkin bout yall is hip-hop





one of the best uses of an extended metaphor in a rap song.

 

[HoCo8]

do you have something insightful to add to this discussion?

do you? all you've done so far is echo hiphophooray.

 

[Zrap]

do you? all you've done so far is echo hiphophooray.

Repetition to create effect and emphasis the point so it stays within the minds of the audience. Dont you learn anything in english????????

 

[McLovin]

you fucking idiot as krs-one says, "rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live". rap IS NOT the fucking culture, nor is it a genre of fucking music. hip hop is a culture and a genre of music. get this through your thick fucking head.

LOL!!!!
So now rap isn't a genre, therefore rap no longer exists as music? Am I correct here?? Quite clearly my head is not thick, I just thought rap music existed you know?

 

[McLovin]

Repetition to create effect and emphasis the point so it stays within the minds of the audience. Dont you learn anything in english????????

So repetition provides insight does it? Good to know your learning is going well

Also, your sentence contained poor grammar. How ironic?

 

[HoCo8]

Repetition to create effect and emphasis the point so it stays within the minds of the audience. Dont you learn anything in english????????

touche. but i'm highly doubting icraig was thinking on that level, more along the lines of "i desperately need kudos from hiphophooray for my self esteem" thats how it comes off anyway.

 

[Zrap]

So repetition provides insight does it? Good to know your learning is going well

Also, your sentence contained poor grammar. How ironic?

It was rhetorical i dont want you faggots answering when i already knew the answer. grammar wow didnt know we were being marked on grammar on BOS, soz mate, soz not perfect like yourself. HAHAHAHAHAHA

 

[icraig88]

touche. but i'm highly doubting icraig was thinking on that level, more along the lines of "i desperately need kudos from hiphophooray for my self esteem" thats how it comes off anyway.

quite wrong, i dont need kudos from anyone, especially on an internet forum. all i was doing was validating points brought up previously.

 

[icraig88]

LOL!!!!
So now rap isn't a genre, therefore rap no longer exists as music? Am I correct here?? Quite clearly my head is not thick, I just thought rap music existed you know?

you haven't got the point, it's actually called hip hop. rap is a part of hip hop culture. you have four elements being mc'ing (rapping), b-boying, dj'ing and graffitti. i've already said that previously..

 

[Js^-1]

"mc'ing, b-boyinh, dj'ing" Jesus, do they have to abbreviate everything? Oh by the way, Awesome Rap Mclovin, smoked the opposition.

Great debate fellas, quite amusing and entertaining.

Oh and Zrap: Get over your sexual insecurities and stop acting like such a tool. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat others.

 

[Zrap]

"mc'ing, b-boyinh, dj'ing" Jesus, do they have to abbreviate everything? Oh by the way, Awesome Rap Mclovin, smoked the opposition.

Great debate fellas, quite amusing and entertaining.

Oh and Zrap: Get over your sexual insecurities and stop acting like such a tool. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat others.

Awesome rap Mclovin, smoked the opposition.
Sucking up, you're such a faggot.
Moar like smoked his two inch cock ya fag.

 

[Crates]

Awesome rap Mclovin, smoked the opposition.
Sucking up, you're such a faggot.
Moar like smoked his two inch cock ya fag.

Zrap - What's your IQ?

 

[Zrap]

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