Ladies and Gentlemen...

how you doing tonight?

im bout to listen to Gangster and a Gentlemen...

Why, what are they doing?

Are they fighting again? roll

whos fighiting?

im talkin bout

Styles P - Gangster and Gentlemen

classic cd yall

oh ...

did you know rap sucks now?

no i didnt know... because only CRap sucks now.., you kno the commercial rap

[quotec6e51edb28="aguy"]oh ...

did you know rap sucks now?[/quotec6e51edb28]

What do you mean "now"?

It's (for the most part) always sucked.

[quoted2660c062a="theysayjump"][quoted2660c062a="aguy"]oh ...

did you know rap sucks now?[/quoted2660c062a]

What do you mean "now"?

It's (for the most part) always sucked.[/quoted2660c062a]

im sure mr.Sigur Ros can tell a story like Ghostface can.. yep

What would you consider a story?

[quote23bb204aa8]I will shoot you friend if you do not get out of my face. I love bitches and hoes and I am a P.I.M.P, and I have shiney wheels on my car and I wear jewelry because I am really tough and manly. I like to hold my crotch and wear clothes that are 12 sizes too big for me and I am so original that all my videos are the same and all my songs sound the same and we all look the same and have nothing better to do than to spend all my money on shiney wheels for overpriced cars, big clothes and jewelry.[/quote23bb204aa8]

That's all I hear when I listen to rap. With a few exceptions like Mos-Def, The Roots, The Beastie Boys, Public Enemy, Outkast and some Eminem

I am no rap aficionado, but about 95% of all rap I hear is just like what I wrote above. What i do like that is different is who I mentioned above.

haha, shiny wheels! you forgot that your hubcaps spin at a different speed than your shiny wheels

[quotea1dc24530d="theysayjump"]What would you consider a story?

[quotea1dc24530d]I will shoot you friend if you do not get out of my face. I love bitches and hoes and I am a P.I.M.P, and I have shiney wheels on my car and I wear jewelry because I am really tough and manly. I like to hold my crotch and wear clothes that are 12 sizes too big for me and I am so original that all my videos are the same and all my songs sound the same and we all look the same and have nothing better to do than to spend all my money on shiney wheels for overpriced cars, big clothes and jewelry.[/quotea1dc24530d]

That's all I hear when I listen to rap. With a few exceptions like Mos-Def, The Roots, The Beastie Boys, Public Enemy, Outkast and some Eminem

I am no rap aficionado, but about 95% of all rap I hear is just like what I wrote above. What i do like that is different is who I mentioned above.[/quotea1dc24530d]



hmm? verse 1 from GhostFace's All That I Got Is You

[Verse One]

Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young
Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe
Why my old Earth had so many seeds
But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that
I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy
We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit
She cried, and grandma held the family down
I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down
Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box
Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note
Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"
So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door
My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores
Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper
Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here... why?



When you have shit on that? than come back... you ignorant minded muthafucka...

Poor ghostface had a hard life.. but now he has shiny wheels!!!!

[quote6a9e10fd18="theysayjump"]
That's all I hear when I listen to rap. With a few exceptions [/quote6a9e10fd18]



[quote6a9e10fd18="EBPIsMaR"]
When you have shit on that? than come back... you ignorant minded muthafucka...[/quote6a9e10fd18]

id say the onlyignorant 1 here is you. bashing a mod who clearly states his opinion doesnt apply to ALL rap isnt ignorant...noooo sir....

[quote95623d55e9="ditto_mark"][quote95623d55e9="theysayjump"]
That's all I hear when I listen to rap. With a few exceptions [/quote95623d55e9]



[quote95623d55e9="EBPIsMaR"]
When you have shit on that? than come back... you ignorant minded muthafucka...[/quote95623d55e9]

id say the onlyignorant 1 here is you. bashing a mod who clearly states his opinion doesnt apply to ALL rap isnt ignorant...noooo sir....[/quote95623d55e9]

i couldnt care who im speaking to, im not in a totalitarian country, and he said for most part it sucks at first, but not knowing all he heard was shit on Radio, there is 100s of rappers underground whos name isnt even known, i dont like radio rap either, i said it myself... but judgin whole genre on that would be like saying all muslim are terrorists...

[quote95623d55e9="CollidgeGraduit"]Poor ghostface had a hard life.. but now he has shiny wheels!!!![/quote95623d55e9]

he still to this day doesnt talk about them.. here is a verse that came out within last month

Yo,
I verbally paint pictures
I'm the hoods best story teller
This about a young boy
Dealin with the older fellas
Promised him the lives
You see on TV
He ran packs across town
Like rhyme CD'S
And
Big chains, new cloths, Nike's and Reebok's
Stackin' too much loot
To squeeze in a shoe box
Savin'
He promised moms a crib in Atlanta
And his pops got killed through debt
He was a dealer
So he staged jazz
fox jump off the suit cases
no more cross town
Now he's crossin' them states, and
Seeing new faces
Not knowing who to trust
So when the door kicked open
They scream "This is a bust"
"Is it a set up?"
It seems funny a scuffle broke out
He got hit, dropped the cases
Spittin' blood out of his mouth
He walked four blocks to die
Tryin' to survive
And now all that's left is his mom
Screamin' "God Why?"

I guess that stuff can appeal to some people, and that's fine. To me, rap is crap. To others, my taste in music is crap. Not everyone shares the same taste in music, but I'm not about to call someone ignorant because they think something I enjoy is crappy - because to them, it quite possibly is.

There is a lot of shitty hiphop, that is true.

There is plenty of good hiphop as well. I promoted a bunch of underground jams in Toronto where the music was cool and the crowd was really chill. In contrast, the commercial hiphop nights were full of well dressed thugs (the biggest assholes ever) and the music was mediocre at best.

You just have to know where to look to find quality.

Tush, by Ghostface Killah.

[quote4a0f084eb6]Somebody tell that girl that her ass too big
I give it to her right and she let me live
Can't eat that, cuz there's no relationship
I beat that, the next day you called in sick
Frontin', not for nothin', I pop buttons
Off Baby Phat, Levi's, J.Lo's, Guess and Gap
Cuz it's like that, young lady, bet I make you shake
Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre's and J.D.'s
Come on, if not you, I'mma beat this song
But if you were bout it, our business wouldn't be here this long
Let me break it down for you, all I wanted to know
If I could just feel it and touch it, and break it down into numbers and
Come with me and just leave your friends
Cuz we don't need no cock blocking
Tellin' you this without no option
Tell your friends "Peace, look, I'm bouncin'"

[Chorus Missy Elliott (Ghostface Killah)]
Tush, tush, tush
Wanna slide in the bush, bush, bush?
(I'm on top, you like push, push, push
Keep it low like shush, shush, shush)
You wanna get up in my tush, tush, tush?
You could slide in the bush, bush, bush
(I'm on top, you like push, push, push
Keep it low like shush, shush, shush)
You wanna get up in that tush, tush, tush?
Wanna slide in my bush, bush, bush
(I'm on top, you like push, push, push
Keep it low like shush, shush, shush)

[Ghostface Killah]
Oh yeah, you jinglin' baby (well let me jump up on that ding-a-ling baby)
Ooh, gosh, you a nasty girl, sassy
Picture me layin' you inside my classic pearls
Toes'll curl, giddy up, you go girl
I'm about to, uh, do it slow girl
Ooh, you in control, it's in your world
She on, I think I like ol' girl
Take it out, turn around
Charlie horse, shit, threw me off balance
Wildin', all I wanted was to show you my talent
To let you know on how I rep in Staten Island
This is the reason I came to you
So we can connect it then kick it was the thing to do
Cuz we don't need no representation
Domination, got them waitin' patient

[Break Ghostface Killah]
Now this is the way ya'll suppose to
To get dowwnnnnnnnn, ya'll ain't right
Somebody say "Aha! Ghost is back!"

[Missy Elliott]
Pull back the curtain, let me work your sermon
Playboy don't hurt me like a virgin
You seem real determined to put a hurtin'
But if you ain't slurpin', then you better off jerkin'
You got a lot of nerve, to wanna serve my curves
My 36D, 36 hips
The way I shoot the gift, I swallow coke bottles
And you would swear it was Lil' Kim lips
Eh, I really like you baby
Do you know how to wife this lady?
Give me what I want, don't talk, don't touch
Unless you got a bank account that make my face blush
Now shush... in my bush
And I can give you what you want, make a whoosh
Just throw it, I'll show you how to push
Kinky sex, tie ropes around your wrist
Come on..

[Chorus]

[Outro Missy Elliott]
Come on... hah... oh..
Come on... hah... oh... aha-ha
Oh... aha-ha... whoo!
Come on![/quote4a0f084eb6]

The man is a genius.

ill put it this way

"ever since pac passed away most of these cats dont even deserve a track today"

Rap = Crap (taken from dictionary.com)