I dont see how ridv can say he hates and doesnt listen to rap when he know A. rapper names
B. Song names
C. lyrics to rap songs
:think:  :think:

[quote author=“yum114”]I dont see how ridv can say he hates and doesnt listen to rap when he know A. rapper names
B. Song names
C. lyrics to rap songs
:think:  :think:

😛 Its cause I used to listen to it in the whigger days….

but you werent giving names from in the older days you were giving info on the rap world now

Yeah some people have stayed the same. People like Lil’ Jon.

rap has takin over..

F**K YOU GOBULLS404 WHOEVER THE HELL YOU ARE

haha

[quote author=“Wyzt”]only rap i listen to is http://www.mcchris.com ( he did the voice for mc pee pants in aqua teen hunger force episode)

and

Richee from Switchee
two songs from him
http://switchee.com/richee_-_so_scene_demo.mp3
http://switchee.com/richee_-_richee_from_switchee_demo.mp3

You should listen to MC Frontalot (http://www.frontalot.com). Also Mc Hawing (http://www.mchawking.com). That’s some more great nerdcore hip-hop.

Underground hip-hop is cool, but I can’t stand the mainstream stuff.

All the “cool” kids at my school listen to it. Rap sucks.

ridv3490:

1. You don’t make music.

2. Your people don’t make rock & roll music.

3. Listen to what you like and ignore what u dont.

4. Just stfu

Rap > Rock & Roll on your ass

stupid annoying music with people moving their heads up and down like bunch of retards :roll:

[quote author=“Xcaret”]ridv3490:

1. You don’t make music.

2. Your people don’t make rock & roll music.

3. Listen to what you like and ignore what u dont.

4. Just stfu

Rap > Rock & Roll on your ass

stupid annoying music with people moving their heads up and down like bunch of retards :roll:

WDF is gotten into you.
1. I don’t care. I can have a personal opinion on anything I want.
2. Why does it matter.
3. What if I dont want to ignore it. Ignoring something does not make it go away.
4. No.

Rock<Rap.
Stupid annoying music with people talking about how they can do a hoe in 4 different ways.  :roll:

Note: I don’t know where you think you got the major authority here, as of right now the only ones with major authority are Andru, Hector ,and the mods. Just because we think different ways is no reason to go ahead and post dumb crap like this.
And I have no idea where you got the god damn idea that I listen to Rock&Roll;. Its rock not rock & roll. If your going to bash someone do it right.

i was mad when i wrote that, i feel better now… lol

dont worry, i do this all the time, wasnt bashing you, i actually love you.

lol, u guys just need to hug and make up.

plus we all know:

polka> rock+rock n roll+rap >|(

[quote author=“ridv3490”]
Rock<Rap.
Stupid annoying music with people talking about how they can do a hoe in 4 different ways.  :roll:

That’s just not true of underground hip-hop. There’s people talking about most anything you can think of. Even politics.

[quote author=“Xcaret”]i was mad when i wrote that, i feel better now… lol

dont worry, i do this all the time, wasnt bashing you, i actually love you.

Haha its all good, don’t worry about it. :D

[quote author=“ridv3490”][quote author=“Xcaret”]i was mad when i wrote that, i feel better now… lol

dont worry, i do this all the time, wasnt bashing you, i actually love you.

:D 😉

i dont think so. if u stay in the large cities mostly you will hear is rap. suburbs and small twons, they will mostly listen to something else. I like enjoy listening to rap. Then again i enjoy electronica,jpop,kpop, basically anything with a nice musical flow.

Rap is just someone yelling really fast into a mic with some drums and a really loud bass. So technically, it’s music, but it’s really not.

[quote author=“snak3y3z1001”]basically anything with a nice musical flow.

and you like rap?! I think you just contradicted yourself.

[quote author=“ksg455”]Rap is just someone yelling really fast into a mic with some drums and a really loud bass. So technically, it’s music, but it’s really not.

[quote author=“snak3y3z1001”]basically anything with a nice musical flow.

and you like rap?! I think you just contradicted yourself.

before saying what rap is, why don’t u try it urself and see how you sound…

rap is music…why don’t u research the culture of hip hop if you are going to bash what it isn’t…

[Verse 1: Nas]
This ain’t no sucka for love ####
This ain’t no Huxtable kisses and hug ####
First night we #### #### and don’t call the next day
This a thug’s wedding day, in love
Will we make it? Let us pray
In the limo my niggaz, my father, my brothers
Everybody in tuxes gettin’ blunted
Hard bottles, mob costumes this ain’t no act though
Factual, the pimp shall scoop no more
Yes I’m absolutely sure
I know that she love me, I know that she faithful
We spoke on a prenumptial agreement
Cuz Will and Jada ain’t need it
Spoke on eloping, but then I deaded the thought
Cuz she deserves cinderella’s ball and the whole ####
But know this
You fuckin’ wit’ a slit your throat quick
Vehicular explosion, cigar smokin’, dark minded, chart climbin
Well spokin say farewell to broke men or rich ones
Throw them phone numbers away cuz this is it hun
Headed to the chapel, my niggaz laughin, and its baffling
Cuz just a year ago, it’s weird though, I knew I’d get married
To who I knew not
Thought of snatchin Halle up from the dredlock
Pumpin Sade, my head nod
Finally I met the perfect bitch, pardon my French
Rephrase that, someone who make my heart stop
Couldn’t wait to blaze that
Tired of hoppin’ from honey to honey, HIV spreadin’
Everybody bump the same bunnies
The game, will put niggaz in they grave
Right before they part ways, with the street
I want a son to greet, every mornin’
Daughters and more sons tickle my feet
Wife smilin, tellin me it’s time to eat
I’m getting married

[Chorus: Nas] (3X)
Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigalo
It was difficult for me to find the chick I want

[Verse 2: Nas]
It was my dream for my queen to put the ring on and ride
Even Martin Luther King had a fling on the side
That’s what the negative one’s say
Knew my wedding would be one day, but quickly its this day
I know the hoes gonna miss me
lookin’ at ol’ photos, sayin’ damn he used to twist me
Start chokin’ up since I woke up
Bachelor party was crazy, tryin’ hard just to sober up
Father saw me in a daze, nudged me wit’ his left arm
Told me how him and moms went to city hall, dressed norm
Said she would love me in my Ozwald Boateng
Customized in London by guys who suitup kings
Girl, you get the rings young, you behave
Maxwell he gon’ sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the gang
Baltimore, North Cacky, Mississippi
Family packed in, My nigga L is crazy tipsy
Spilled Pepsi on the cuflings, ginger ale got it out
Walked in the church, chest all big to thug it out
My girl walked in, glistenin’, different stones
‘Bout to go from my fiance’ to Mrs. Jones
That’s a union that nobody could touch
I gotta be cool, wit ur crazy aunts and uncles
Cuz I love you much, cuz you put up wit’ my ####
Court cases, baby mamas
I make a honest woman outta you yet
Everybody starin’ at you, I’m at the alter standin
Heart poundin out my chest like a canon
I’m happy, One of my groomsmen, under the music, says don’t do it
But they just jokes, some crew ####, they playin’, I’m gleeful
I’m stayin I’m sayin vowels all true
Will you take music as your wedded wife? I DO
Sike, this ain’t about music, y’all know who I’m talkin to
I’m getting married

[Chorus]

I’m getting married

I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y’all feds
Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads
Abrochrombie & Finch rockin’, wrist glistenin’ marksman
Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed
The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit
Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Viewmount
Otisville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale
Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk
War hurts much to gain ‘til the day we all say
May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away
At our enemies, may they die easily
Long as they perish forever’s what freedom means to me
Blowin’ greenery, growing eager to see evil things
Thrown away, zonin’ grey, GT, Diesel jeans
Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts
On some Pretty Tone ####, haircut looks airbrushed
And they’re aware of us though
And we don’t give a flyin’ 47 #### though
Stayin’ on my hus-tle
*beat change*

[Verse 2: Nas]
A message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them up
We never will die, we black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been locked up inside the beast, look at the time we see
Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreams
Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin’ on innocent women and children
It wasn’t no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings
But I’m not gon’ cry, and I’m not gon’ just stand and watch you die
I’ma pass you a .9, I’ma grab your hand—come on let’s ride
A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ
The same regime, what God has built you never can break
What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
You devils will run back into the caves you came from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won
Sincerely yours, Street’s Disciple, revelations

are you trying to say people like Langston Hughes, Miles Davis, Muddy Waters, and others didn’t have talent? cuz they are just as much this hip hop you say is garbage as Lil Jon, who isn’t bad…he makes music for you to have fun with…there’s no reason music should only be about being depressed

I see people hating other people
Tell me what’s the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain’t got no money
What’s the reason?

[Verse 1: Nas]
By the time of age nine I’m already decidin’
If I can protect mommy from the hood by fightin’
Or usin’ a knife or a gun when I’m twenty-one
By by then them hoods woulda pushed their way in our apartment
And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the projects
Watchin’ them older niggaz pass pot and they high man
I’m just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin’ their trigger fingers at me
So I would go to school and try to get good grades
Teacher wrote mommy and kicked me outta school for havin’ braids
So she cussed them, said “My son ain’t no motherfuckin’ hoodlum”
They judged us, thinking that we dumb ‘cause where we come from
Got a little older and now I see
Young niggaz wanted by the powers that be (powers that be)

[Chorus: Woman singing]
I see people hating other people
Tell me what’s the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain’t got no money
What’s the reason?
For these wars we’re fighting with each other
Season after season
When you’re workin’ hard, but there ain’t nothing comin’
What’s the reason?

[Verse 2: Nas]
Uh, picture a Black nanny and a baby in a basket pushin’ down 5th Ave
She never had it, it’s not hers to begin with
She gives it breakfast, baths and dinners
Treats it so tender while her own kids live alone at home with no phone on
Ain’t had a good meal in so long, but so long as mommy’s a maid
Cookin’ and cleanin’, she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin’
Where’s my daddy, who’s my daddy, have you seen him?
I could imagine them askin’, what type of human be-ing
Could leave his family, go back to the Carribean?
Was he locked up, shot up, does he have freedom?
Mom said wipe your tears, keep readin’
But daddy’s somewhere, spirit broken, feelin’ defeated
A man feels he has to conquer all
The world is his oyster, his pearl so y’all know

[Chorus: Woman singing]
I can’t find no reason why we can’t all live in peace
‘Cause this world keeps spinning, yet still I wonder what’s the reason

I see people hating other people
Tell me what’s the reason
When you’re workin’ hard but there ain’t nothin’ comin’
What’s the reason?
Oooh-whoa-ooh-whoa

[Verse 3: Nas]
I know a girl, her boyfriend was a fugitive
She’s intuitive, be on some stupid ####
She called the cops ‘cause she hated his mother
Now he away doin’ numbers, now she gay with her lover
How many niggaz gon’ die this summer?
I pump life in my music, but still life is a wonder
There’s a officer in a squad car, he’s a prostitute serial killer
It’s odd, huh? ‘Cause he’s the same cop in church with his wife
He’s molestin’ his son and she ignores it at night
Little bad ass bastard, lights a match and kills Betty Shabazz
in her pad while she slept
They said Prescott Bush funded Hitler while the world’s in a twister
Nigga, what you expect? Imagine what’s next

[Chorus: Woman singing]
I see people hating other people
Tell me what’s the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain’t got no money
What’s the reason?
For these wars we’re fighting with each other
Season after season
When you’re workin’ hard, but there ain’t nothing comin’
What’s the reason?

Woman harmonizes as Nas talks:
“Uh, uh, man, man’ll search the whole planet, looking for what
  Try to conquer all.  So what? To all my niggaz with they
  kids that love they kids, man.  All the daddies out there
  To all the niggaz that died tryin’a figure out what’s what
  Tryin’a be the biggest of the big, you know.  Yeah, yeah
  Ladies forgive us.  Gotta forgive us.  For we know not what
  we do.  Breakin’ hearts, leavin’ the crib, buggin’ out and
  ####.  Just man… man.”

some more for you bums

[Nas]
Yeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes
For the first time, praise God, baby mom’s cryin’
Planned to be a strong black family
But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin’
New come, I caught verbal assassin runnin’ with
Nothin’ but the worst type, worst fight
But we brought my baby home the first night
Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib
Ragin’ in my new car bought from entertainment
Champaign and gainin’ clout fast, whiplash
Did this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass
Grabbed her by the pony tail, “never disrespect me”
I’m a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi
Moved back to your grandma, I’m single, the land’s mine
She keeps the Benz, I’m all in the streets again
Squeezin’ the pen, released again, chart toppers,
Hard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom’s problems
New woman, she’s great, this a different world,
Checkin’ out my wife’s chemistry with my little girl
It’s so amazin’ playin’, life is so crazy
I’ve grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me

well you just dissed Jay Z too…so how about some Jay Z lyrics to show how off you are

Let’s take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetary
Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every
young black life is this line, “Damn - him already?
Such a good kid,” got us pourin Henn’ already
Liquor to the curb for my, niggaz up above
When it, cracks through the pavement that’s my way of sendin love
So, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi
‘Til the next time I see her, on the other side
He was just some thug that, caught some slugs
And we loved him cause, in him we, saw some of us
He walked like ussss, talked like ussss
His back against the wall, nigga fought like us - damn
Poor Isis, that’s his momma name
Momma ain’t strong enough to raise no boy, what’s his father name?
Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him
Hot temper, momma said he act just like her husband
Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him
Isis blamin herself, she wish she coulda saved him
Damn near impossible, only men can raise men
He was his own man, not even him can save him
He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That’s the life of us raised by winter, it’s a cold world
Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away
Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day
When she got the news her boy body could be viewed
down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude
Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew
Angel dust, dipped in WOO!
She slipped into, her own fantasy world
Had herself pregnant by a different dude
But reality bites and, this is her life
He wasn’t really her husband, though he called her wife
It was just this night when, moon was full
And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight
Had her soundin like Lisa Lisa - I wonder if I take you home
will you still love me after this night?
Mike was the hardhead from the around the way
that she wanted all her life, #### she wanted all the hype
Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike
He was a Willie all her life he wasn’t really the one to like
It was a, dude named Shy who would really treat her right
He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life
But I-sis, liked this, Broadway life
She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites
Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight
She was so turned on that she had to shower twice
How ironic it would, be some fight that
turned into a homicide that’ll alter their life
See Mike at thirty-two was still on the scene
Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice
Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him like
“If that was my son, he would look much different.
See I’m light-skinnded and that baby there’s dark
so it’s, momma’s baby; poppa’s maybe.”
Mike was still crazy out there runnin the streets (#### niggaz want?)
Had his old reliable thirty-eight gun in his reach
It’s been fourteen years, him and Isis ain’t speak
He runnin around like life’s a peach, ‘til one day
he approached this thug that, had a mean mug
And it looked so familiar that he called him “Young Cuz”
Told him, get off the strip but the boy ain’t budge (#### you)
Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub
He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (hold up)
There was somethin in this man’s face he knew he seen before
It’s like, lookin in the mirror seein hisself more mature
And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord
You know what they say about he who hesitates in war
(What’s that?) He who hesitates is lost
He can’t explain what he saw before his picture went blank
The old man didn’t think he just followed his instinct
Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggaz be a father, you’re killin your son
Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggaz be a father, you killin your sons

and the latest single from Common

Memories on corners with the fo’s and the mo’s
Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin’ they rolls
Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin’ for mo’
We know where to go, niggaz rollin’ in droves
They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain’t know and they goes
The streets ain’t safe cuz they ain’t knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls
Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don’t roll
Down the roads where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners

Hook:
(Kanye West)
I wish I could give you this feelin’
I wish I could give this feelin’
On the corners niggaz rob or kill
And dyin’ just to make a livin’, huh?

(Spoken: Lost Prophets)
We overstated, we underrated, we educated
The corner was our time when time stood still and
Gators and snakeskins and
Yellow and pink and
? profiles ??

Verse 2: (Common)
Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin’ to eat right
Ridin’ no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike’s, they head and they feet right
Desires of street life, cars and weed types
Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like
The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like
Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype
Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?)
Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like
Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like
G’s with three strikes, seeds that need light
Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife
The corner, where struggle and greed fight
We write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see right
Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light
Reality’s a bitch, and I heard that she bites
The corner

Hook

(Spoken: Lost Prophets)
The corner was our magic, our music, our politics
Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries
Broke out on different corners
Power to the people
Black power
Black is beautiful

Verse 3: (Common)
Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers
As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists
The dirt isn’t just fertile, its people workin’ and earnin’ this
The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is
Its so hot that niggaz burn to live
The furnace is, whether money movin’, the determined live
We talk ####, play lotto, and buy German beers
Its so black packed with action that’s affirmative
The corners

Hook

(Spoken: Lost Prophets)
The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge
Our Taj Mahal, our monument
Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love
Down on the corner

here’s the funny thing, I don’t have a problem with Rock, some of its cool…

so why all the hate? and what’s wrong with music that makes you feel good…everything doesn’t have to be emo…

some of us like going out and dancing…have u ever listened to any latin music…merengue, bachata, salsa…its not all depressing lyrical fantasies…its called going out and enjoying yourself.

stop hating and do the research..if you don’t wanna do the research, turn the radio off…if you live in a big city, there’s hundreds of stations, and if u don’t, chances are there are no real rap stations, just pop hits, and nelly and lil jon are hip POP…so get over it…

What in the world are you doing?

[quote author=“ridv3490”][quote author=“Wyzt”]only rap i listen to is http://www.mcchris.com ( he did the voice for mc pee pants in aqua teen hunger force episode)

FINALLY I FIND ANOTHER PERSON WHO WATCHED THAT EPISODE!

... I want candy bubble gum and taffy. Skip to the sweet shop with my sweet heart sandy. Got my penny saved so Im her suggar daddy.

was that the one where the song had an address and they went and it was the giant spider?

rap is trendy now like grunge was 12 or so years ago.  Some of it is good, some of it is tolerable, some of it blows.  I hate Usher.  I always have, I always will. Lil John.  :|  “YEAH!”  “WHAT?” STFU.  :roll: