Dictionary.com Wrote: |
A form of popular music developed especially in African-American urban communities and characterized by spoken or chanted rhyming lyrics with a syncopated, repetitive rhythmic accompaniment. |
Well, I have a message for you... your brain Wrote: |
Turn off the radio!
Turn off that bullshit! Turn off the TV! Turn off that bullshit! |
M-1 of dead prez Wrote: |
What's on the radio? Propaganda, mind control
And turnin it on is like puttin on a blindfold Cuz when you bringin the real you don't get ro-tation Unless you take over the station And yeah I know it's part of they plans To make us think it's all about party and dancin And yo it might sound good when you spittin your rap But in reality, don't nobody live like that You wanna know what kinda nigga I am? Lemme tell you 'bout the nigga I'm not - I don't fuck with the cops Platinum don't mean that it gotta be hot I ain't gotta love it, even if they play it a lot You can hear it when you walk the streets How many people they reach, how they use music to teach A "radio program" ain't a figure of speech Don't sleep, cuz you could be a radio freak. |
Dictionary.com Wrote: |
Q. How does a word get into the dictionary? How can I get my word into the dictionary?
A. Usage. A word gets into the dictionary by being used. That's the only way. Lexicographers ? the people who make dictionaries ? don't make words; they find them and record them. They are like the entomologist who goes into the rain forest looking for new species of beetles. Similarly, you can't invent a word and petition to have it admitted into the dictionary. You can invent a word and use it, of course, and if your word catches on it might end up in the dictionary some day. However, this is extremely unlikely. |
Dictionary.com also Wrote: |
Our Living Language: The culture of hip-hop has been the source of dozens of words and expressions in American English, of which rap is one of the most familiar. The word is probably a development ultimately of rap meaning "to hit." It shows up in the early 1900s in the extended meaning "to express orally," as used by so notable a figure as Winston Churchill in 1933. Over the next few decades it came to mean "to discuss or debate informally," a meaning that was well established in the African-American community by the late 1960s. A decade later the word was applied to an evolving style of music characterized by, among other things, beat-driven rhymes of an often improvisatory nature. The slang that is integral to the lyrics of rap continues to be a source of borrowings into colloquial American English; recent examples include chill meaning "to calm down," and diss meaning "to show disrespect to." These are but the latest examples in a long series of such borrowings from Black English stretching back a century or more, many of them directly from popular music lyrics or from musicians' lingo. |
Goshin Wrote: |
Person A has never heard country music before. Person B gives them a country mix cd they made so that Person A can hear what country sounds like. Person A listens to 2 songs off of the cd, stops it, returns it to Person B and says "I hate country music!". Person B, who has been listening to country music for 5 years asks "How can you hate it after only hearing to 2 songs?". Person A says "It's my opinion and you can't change that!". |
Reference Key For Idiots Wrote: |
Person A = weakly-supported opinion = bad
Person B = strongly-supported opinion = good |
Goshin Wrote: |
Uhhhh.... where is it in the first post that I say anything negative about other genres of music? The only genre of music I have found that I havn't come to enjoy is country... and WHAT'S THAT in my first post? A country music Sister Thread? [Sarcasm="Goshin"]Wow, I sure am bad-mouthing other genres of music aren't I?[/Sarcasm] So where are these assumptions coming from, that I don't listen to "your music"?
Let's see here... genres of music I tend to listen to include lounge, electronic, progressive rock, indie rock, alternative rock/metal, r&b, soul, funk, rap, hip-hop, techno, classical, urban Rock, and others (mostly that i'm unsure of the genre). [Sarcasm="Goshin"]I really need to get out more..[/Sarcasm] Please don't post in here unless you have read through the first post without failing to pause to check your understanding. "icon_stare.gif" |
Hans Fjellestad Wrote: |
Of course, to include every musician influenced by and influential on the Moog synthesizer would not be realistic. But clearly there are central figures: Keith Emerson, Sun Ra, Stevie Wonder, Rick Wakeman, Herbie Hancock, Jan Hammer, Tomita, Kraftwerk, Tangerine Dream, DEVO, Bernie Worrell, Dick Hyman, Wendy Carlos and the list goes on... an extensive and impossible roster. |
Suga Free Wrote: |
Now I...
Never hit a woman, na ah But I slapped the shit out of a bitch, why you bullshittin'?! |
DJ Quik Wrote: |
Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik
I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick A lotta people already know exactly where it's at Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack (Compton) Yeah, that's the name of my hometown I'm goin down in the town where my name is all around The suckers just be havin a fit, and that's a pity But I ain't doin nothin but (claimin my city) See, my lyrics I'm doublin up and provin to suckers that I can throw I'm passin a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go Yes, I'm definitely freestylin, all the while still profilin Never a trickster, DJ Quikster steals the show So now that's how I'm livin I do as I please, you see A younger brother that's up on reality Cause everybody knows you have to be stompin If you're born and raised in Compton |
DJ Quik Wrote: |
You see I'm 5'11", my dick's a size seven
and if a hooker's fine I can stretch you a nine And go deep (how deep?) All up in that shit I'll fuck a pussy dry cuz I don't know how to quit I'm 19 (say what?) so I'm a young ass man My eyes are brown and my skin is tan So pull them cotton-ass panties right down to ya knees if you wanna take part in a proper-ass skeez I'm more than a playa (word?) I'm more like a pimp (yeah!) I love black pussy but I sure won't simp |
Eazy-E Wrote: |
Hey yo Doctor, here's another proper track
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper And let that real shit provoke So youse a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hope that your fans understand when you talk about playin me The same records that you makin is payin me Motherfuck Dre, Motherfuck Snoop, Motherfuck Death Row Yo, and here comes my left blow Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and, this is the season to let the real motherfuckin G's in You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper But tell me where the fuck ya found a anorexic rapper? Talkin about who you gon squabble with and who you shoot You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin boots (Damn E, they tried to fade you on "Dre Day") But "Dre Day" only make Eazy's pay day All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the "G Thang" But on his old album cover he was a she thang So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez motherfuckin real G's! |
Ruthless Records Wrote: |
Loved by many, reviled by a few, Eazy-E was one of the most important figures in hip hop history. By no means a an of large physical stature, he commanded o respect and notoriety in rap circles that was immediate and undying. Along with Chuck D and Rakim, few other people making hip hop records had a voice as discernible on wax as Eazy's. As soon as one heard "Boyz-N-The-Hood," "We Want Eazy" or his third verse on "Niggaz4life, there was no mistaking who was on the microphone, the high-pitched, razor-sharp edge of his tones cutting through cacophony. His multi-platinum sales, despite his oft-reported battles with former NWA members Ice Cube and Dr. Dre, made him just as tall as hip-hop's tallest emcee. Just as importantly, as founder/owner/President and general ideas man, he made Ruthless Records one of the most successful independent record labels of all time. Responsible for the sale of millions of records including those of NWA, JJ Fad, Michel'le, MC Ren, Above The Law, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony and his own hit solo records, Eazy-E more than made history. |
E-40 Wrote: |
Smell me on this one, check it out
Hit up for 5, and hold it for 10, I'm true lung Let's see who got the most wind, get em sprung Make em wanna come back and spend, Afghani bomb From juice and Seagram's Gin Fuck all of that Cristal-poppin, drinkin Moet shit I'm from the block Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorilla milk and Aftershock Boom square wide country, Wild Irish Rose Smugglin Hennessey and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila shots Drinkin 40 ounces was how I first got my figure Then I graduated to straight hard liquor So hah, let me take a swig of that Crown Royal What you puttin on that blunt huh? Hash oil My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco on some marijuana farm down in San Luis Obisbo Wake yo' ass up Charlie Hustle, wake yo' ass up, why you asleep? Cause, nigga that shit got my twaskin?? my life nigga, shit! |
E-40 Wrote: |
I was the first one who put it out there real tough in 1996 on my song "Rappers Ball." We were saying "fo' sheezy," and "fo' shizzle." I told Jay-Z after he used it on his record, I said, "That's a Bay Area word, man." That's from the land where they pop they collars and jack they slacks. Then I took it to "fo' shiggedy", to "fo' shiggadough" and now "fo' shiggadale," that's the newest. You know, it don't stop. 75% of the words I made up. Even before this rap game my ear's always been to the street. I've been making up slang words since the first grade, you smell me? I stay coming with something to keep the game interesting. I tell 'em the rap game without 40 is like old folks without bingo.
"You feel me" that's straight from me. You can put a stamp on that. Do you know how many words came from "you feel me"? Like "I'm not feeling that" or "I'm feeling her." All that shit was created in 1991-1992. Now I took it to "you smell me." Also, you know the word "playboy"? I was the first rapper to put that out there as a regular street terminology, such as "What's up, playboy?" And there's the word "pimpin," too, like as in "What's up, pimpin?? that's me. Then we took it to "What's up, pimp?" "What's up pimp soup?" "What's up pimp juice?" "What's up pimperoni?" You know, "pimpalufagus?" and "what's up pimptation?" We just keep it moving. Plus you got that whole "pop ya collar" shit. I'm the first rapper ever popping his collar. When you observe me in my new video, when I'm giving Fabolous the no-fingerprints-backwards-handshake and then I pop my collar, you can see how professional it is and you can tell that it's not a fluke or a gimmick. It's not a fad, the way I do it is so original. |
NWA Wrote: |
Ice Cube:
Homies all standin around, just hangin Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin We decide to roll and we deep See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep Real slow, and before you know I had my shotgun pointed in the window He got scared, and hit the gas Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket We couldn't catch him, so I said fuck it Then we headed right back to the fort Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts We didn't get no play, from the ladies With six niggaz in a car are you crazy? She was scared, and it was showin We all said "Fuck you bitch!" and kept goin To the hood, and we was fin to Find somethin else to get into Like some pussy, or in fact A bum rush, but we call it rat pack On a nigga for nuttin at all Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball I might stumble, but I won't lose Now I'm dressed in the county blues Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Ice Cube x Dr. Dre: [Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit] {Man whatcha gonna do now?} "What we're gonna do right here is go way back" [How far you goin back?] "Way back" "As we go a lil somethin like this" - Slick Rick Here's a lil gangsta, short in size A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise Built like a tank yet hard to hit Ice Cube and Eazy E cold runnin shit Eazy-E x MC Ren: Well I'm Eazy-E the one they're talkin about Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out Police tried to roll, so it's time to go I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo' Wit the "Diamond in the back, sun-roof top" Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin to you "We want to fuck you Eazy!" I want to fuck you too Cause you see, I don't really take no shit [So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin with] Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll fuck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way" |
Mac Dre Wrote: |
Listen up, I'm about to get dope
It ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote About a young brotha deep in the game They call me Mac Dre and I'm keepin the name I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use To talk bad about suckers, I don't like the fools Down and dirty bout spittin' my hits And if not, I'm gettin' my grits Playin' the game like it's supposed to be played Makin' much more than the minimum wage Not a pimp daddy, don't drive a Caddy I just mack and get all that babby Dre, you know I never slow down Smokin cesstee until I'm really towed down Walk into the party, fully perked Grab the microphone and let the mouthpiece work I got hype and the game starts flowin' The girls get freaky and it starts showin' And when the party's over at the end of the night They say "Damn, Mac Dre you ain't nothin' polite" Cuz I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos A mack named Dre and I'm poppin the most 18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though And too hard for the fuckin' radio |
Mac Dre Wrote: |
Bitch
Life's a bitch Life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die Lifes a bitch and then you die Lifes a bitch and then you die It's not often young niggas get a chance to enjoy riches in legitimate fashion So many of us say fuck it get a bucket and run up in something and keep smashing It's all about survival but jealous rivals make it hard for us to do this So everybody got a gun but when we was younger our only weapon was our two fists Now who missed the first lesson in life don't be no punk If you a man have heart be a savage whether you sober or drunk I seen niggas in the pen getting their ass dug out over some hop or a pack of Kamels But thats the game home boy and every move you make is a gamble Them squares don't under stand so it takes niggas like me to explain it I show vengeance violence and hatred because underneath it's so much pain I aint no sissy or punk so don't trip when you see me crying A nigga just hella mad his partners is dead and his folks keep on dying My enemys feel the same way they want me dead they think I'm the nigga that put they partner 6 feet under and left his son with no father figure I live day by day not giving a fuck and when they ask me why I pause for a minute then I reply because lifes a bitch and then you die (Chorus) Lifes a bitch then you die nigga don't want a whole slice just let me taste the pie They sent me to the pen for five years for a crime that was never committed I aint no bank robber but that five years had me thinking maybe I should have did it Do my thoughts deceive me? What a motherfucker supposed to think Locked down trapped looking at four walls a toilet bowl and a sink Aint that a bitch I've been struggling ever since I could remember But I stay strong year round from January all the way to December See I am a hustler I need cash bad as a fat bitch need jogging So I specialize in three things and thats Pimping hogging and dogging (thats right) Half these suckers walking around here fake as three dollar bills If you with that bullshit don't come around me I do this for reals not for thrills I got to watch my back for them suckers thats out to do harm Got a tattoo of a list full a partners thats dead that run all the way down my arm So If you see me mugging tripping and bugging don't stop and ask me why A nigga just hella mad because Lifes a bitch and then you die (Chorus) I got a crew full of the realest thats deep as the Pittsburgh Steelers Retired bank robbers ex-dope dealers and adversary killers Our mission is simple get rich and stay real nigga So our kids can live fat better then we did when we was little niggas Life is short you only live once and aint no telling when your leaving So I'm going to do it all have a ball while I'm still living and breathing See I am a philosopher and my philosophy is this Don't be no punk young homey if it's worth it take that risk Anything's possible but nothings for sure Got to take advantage of all opportunities and get your money you know Love those who love you but don't never let it fuck up your vision How much love did your loved ones have when you was broke or doing time in prison Stay on your toes don't fuck with hoes before you read them Watch your back for them rats that set niggas up to keep they freedom It takes 365 days for the earth to spin one time But it only takes one minute for that guilty verdict when that snitch drops that dime A damn shame I thought rat heads get nothing but cheddar But I got partners doing all day with 35 next to that letter So I'm in trouble unless I bubble So I struggle to keep my peace Staying money motivated with thoughts of Mike Robinson and D.J. Cee (chorus) |
The Diplomats Wrote: |
Ayo my Dip Set Taliban, we are not a crew
We're more like a movement, more like in tuned with The moon and the stars, some say I'll soon be doomed for them bars But I could be caught, pissy clubs, saloons and some bars Industry think that they grooming a star nah I'm more like a thug misproving the odds, run around my city all crazy With my goons in some cars Cam'ron: I tell 'em Wake up, wake up Gotta go get that cake up, break up Divide that payroll, aiyyoo Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo Killa, paper, holla at Pedro On the 8-0 and wait for my son the lay low Ba' bro Cam'ron: When I beef, names will be said tool will be spread Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read Dog in the news will get read, cause what I deal with is usually feds On the first |
The Diplomats Wrote: |
Cam'ron:
I represent, where them killers at 145th and Broadway you get your head cracked Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked Wig tapped, play fair day care kids napped You think you real, well my posse is crazier Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia I'm 89 and oh, Audi and eightiers Beef in N-O I had to call No Limit up Baby mack baby gat love the way the baby Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truck Santana rollin' big, Jimmy in the Caddy Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati In the Double-O I represent the C-O Please ho, Harlem World forty if that's me, yo Clipse eleven or bricks get seven off Snow so white only thing missin' is seven dwarfs... Jim Jones: You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang 15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block Dogg he move that water shit, he like the network Over wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirt Then if you walkin' through Foster and Taft Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass And I can't forget AK and Wagner My dogs straight crazy cuz the AK'll blast ya One callin' daddy Sheik and Q LB's and Sally beat your crew, now come on And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store Hennesy, lil' me me you know the flipped the raw Much upset, oh yeah they bout it 16 shots up out the glock I come about it |
DJ Quik Wrote: |
Now I ain't got shit against 50 but he gotta stop calling himself a gangsta when he don't know what a gangsta is. |
In 'P Upon A Tree' ('90) DMC of RUN DMC Wrote: |
I pee upon a tree because I drink too much Olde E
And not time, for pee, to come out, on me, so I I go and pee I go and pee upon a tree, right... |
In 'PSK What Does It Mean?' ('86) Schoolly D Wrote: |
Drivin in my car down the avenue
Towin on a j, sippin on some brew... Took a little trip to a fancy bar Copped some brew, some j, some coke Tell you now, brother, this ain't no joke She got me to the crib, she laid me on the bed I fucked her from my toes to the top of my head I finally realized the girl was a whore Gave her ten dollars, she asked me for some more... Copped my pistols, jumped into the ride Got at the bar, copped some flack Copped some cheeba-cheeba, it wasn't wack... |
In 'Signifying Rapper' ('89) Schoolly D Wrote: |
Way, way down, in the ghetto Tee
The badass pimp stepped on the signifying rapper's feet And the rapper said, Nigga can't you see You're standin on my motherfucking feet? The badass pimp said, Sure I ain't heard a cocksucking word you said You say some more, I'll be standin on your motherfucking head Yeah that's what he said Cause every day, when the sun go down The badass pimp come and kick that rappers ass all over ghetto town But the rapper got wise, started using his wit And said man, I'm gettin tired of this kick-ass shit So early, early early the very next day The rapper said, mister pimp, mister pimp I got something to say There's this mean, big bad faggot comin your way He talk about you so bad, turn my hair gray Listen, listen to what he say Listen to this mister badass pimp This what the faggot said He said, you know your daddy and he's a faggot And your mother's a whore He said he seen you sellin asshole door to door Yeah that's what he said, listen to what else he said mister badass pimp He said, your granny, she's a dyke And your other brother, he's a faggot And your little sister Loo She's so low she sucked the dick of a little maggot Yeah that's what he said The badass pimp was mad Jumped up in a hell of a rage Hopped in his Caddy and loaded his 12 guage Caught up with the faggot on 55th and Vine Said you faggot, it's gonna be your ass or mine The faggot looked at the pimp, and saw fear in his eyes Said motherfucker, you better go fuck with somebody your own damn size The pimp made his move, and thought he was fast The faggot side-stepped him and kicked him in his ass They fought all that night, and all the next day That faggot kicked that pimp's ass in a hell of a way Me myself I don't know how he survived Came back to the projects more dead than alive And the rapper, standin up on one of those tall ass project buildings He said, DAMN somethin smells He said, mister badass pimp look live you've been through hell As I told one of my hoes before you left I should've kicked your ass my motherfucking self |
In '9mm Goes Bang' ('87) KRS-ONE Wrote: |
Wa da da dang
Wa da da da dang (Ay!) Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang (Ay!) This is KRS-One... Me knew a crack dealer by the name of Peter Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter He said I had his girl, I said "Now what are you? Stupid?" But he tried to play me out and KRS-One knew it He reached for his pistol but it was just a waste Cos my 9 millimeter was up against his face He pulled his pistol anyway and I filled him full of lead But just before he fell to the ground this is what I said... (chorus) La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 Seven days later I was chillin in the herb gate But seven days too much when the gossip has to circulate Puffin sensemilla I heard "knock knock knock" But the way that they knocked it did not sound like any cop And if it were a customer they'd ask me for a nick So suddenly I realized it had to be a trick I dropped down to the floor and they did not waste no time They shot right through the door so I had to go for mine They pumped and shot again but the suckas kept on missin Cos I was on the floor by now, I crawled into the kitchen Thirty seconds later, boy, they bust the door down The money and the sensemi' was lyin all around But just as they put their pistols down to take a cut Me jumped out the kitchen, went "buck! buck! buck!" They fall down to the floor but one was still alive So I put my 9 millimeter right between his eyes Looked at his potnah and both of them were dead So just before he joined his potnah this is what I said... (chorus) La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la x2 I gathered all the money and I ran up the block I said "This is a perfect time to meet with Scott LaRock" But Scott is either psychic or he has a knack for trouble Cos Scott LaRock showed up in a all-black BMW I jumped inside the car and we screeched off in a hurry And Scott said "What is wrong? Relax, tell me the story" I said "You remember Peter? Well his posse tried to kill me I'm all right now because the sensemi' fill me" Scott just laughed, he said "I know they're all dead And just before you pulled the trigger this is what you said..." (chorus) La la-la la-la la-la la...la...la...la La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la...la...la |
In 'It's A Big Daddy Thing' ('89) Greg Nice Wrote: |
One-two-three-four, to five-six-seven
eight, nine-ten, then ya got eleven Twelve, thirteen, start your age; fourteen-fifteen-sixteen, the pubic stage Like an apple, like a cherry, like a peach, like a plum better get off the virgin before I cuuuuum! Pick up my pants and thump and thump I think I'll call up Tootie, she'll give me some... |
and then Big Daddy Kane Wrote: |
I see trim and bag it, take it home and rag it
the Big Daddy law is anti-faggot That means no homosexuality; what's in my pants'll make you see reality And if you wanna see a smooth black Casanova -- BEND OVAH! |
In 'Get It Girl' ('86) 2 Live Crew Wrote: |
Just open those legs and let me (get it girl) |
In 'Let, Let Me In' ('91) Pos of De La Soul Wrote: |
Force it like a motion, let me in to that
Flower power child, let me in to that Let me sew your panic button, let me in to that I got the semen headlocked, you won't get fat Just lay, lay back, way, way, way The oops up, it's a clear Saturday We're selling my all-expense July paid By the way, what's your name? Just kidding, I know it's Renee No, it isn't? Word, word, well check it out Check, check it out I got my my mind made up, come on, get it Take a test, child And get with this Pos position From beginning to the Huckleberry Fin If I was to yodel, would you let me in? |
xClairvoyantxEdgex Wrote: |
I just have to say that even though I dislike it, I don't hate it. Because it makes people happy, and that's a good thing. Also because it's you're opinion if you think it's better than something else, and I respect that.
People who hate rap are idiots, because they don't realize this; and overlook the meaning and importance of respect. |
Rucial Wrote: |
It's okay for someone to not like rap because it's not their type. But people are constantly saying 'I HATE RAP!', jumping to conclusions that all rap are 'violent, ignorant, and unoriginal'. These types of people are the ones who should be called ignorant. :| |