Saturday, November 22, 2008

Hip Hop

It is because I'm old. It is a generational non-gangster thing. It is because my music taste only ranges from Beethoven to Dimmu Borgir, from Dvořák to Turisas. I just can not tolerate being in the same room as Rap. Even though Bushido comes from Bonn, the birthplace of Ludwig, he does not warrant a listen. To strike, to discuss, to criticise, to jabber to a pointless amelodolic beat. Rap as synonymous with Chip Chop emerged from the Bronx in 1970s and is now endemically effluent throughout mainstream Cpop music. Maybe I just haven't found the right Rap or MC group for me, there could be a whole world of sound and vision that I'm one day going to enjoy. There is no inspiratory cessation on my part. One, two, three, y'all, to the beat, y'all.



Some personal favorites:

"There's no need to lie folk, Why you sleepin' wit ya eyes closed?"
Timbaland, "Get on the Bus"

"Thirty-eight revolve like the sun round the Earth."
Jay-Z, "It's Hot"

"My paragraph alone is worth five mics (uh-huh) A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh)"
Redman "5 Boroughs"

"When you take a sip you buzz like a hornet Billy Shakespeare wrote a whole bunch of sonnets."
LFO, "Summer Girls"

"I like them black, white, Puerto Rican, or Haitian Like Japanese, Chinese, or even Asian."
Chingy ("Balla Baby")

"Now you know that I'm the Queen of Miami. All that loud talkin, lyin, save that sh*t for your mammy. Sounds like "blah, blah blah, blah bla blah-blah," I'm like uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (okay), Whassup (whassup) SHUT UP!"
Trina ("Here We Go")

Must get me some of those low slung pants. OK, so I do like some of Bone Thugs-n-Harmony faster melodic stuff. But there is no need to ruin a good story with the facts.

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