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I Challenge You...
to the rap detractors, if it's so easy and don't require any intelligence/talent, shouldn't be a problem and you should be able to produce a pretty good verse or half verse (just 8 short lines is cool) in only a few minutes. no need for any metaphors, similes, alliteration, or anything... just rhyme words together to whatever topic you want to.
a few rules though... your lines should be about 12-16 syllables long and you should have a rhyme rate of at least 5 rhyming syllables per line.
what's considered rhyming? in rap, it's true, pure rhyming isn't used as much as assonance... but the consonatal sounds need to be similiar. for example, pop and rot rhyme in rap because they have the same vowel sound and similiar hard consonatal sounds (-p and -t). Dam and cat though do not rhyme in rap because the consonents of -m and -t do not have similiar sounds even if the vowels are the same.
just to inspire you or have some idea what i'm expecting, here's two verses from "Doo Rags" by Nas... not the best song but still solid lyrically.
so go ahead... take my challenge if rap is such an inferior artform...
a few rules though... your lines should be about 12-16 syllables long and you should have a rhyme rate of at least 5 rhyming syllables per line.
what's considered rhyming? in rap, it's true, pure rhyming isn't used as much as assonance... but the consonatal sounds need to be similiar. for example, pop and rot rhyme in rap because they have the same vowel sound and similiar hard consonatal sounds (-p and -t). Dam and cat though do not rhyme in rap because the consonents of -m and -t do not have similiar sounds even if the vowels are the same.
just to inspire you or have some idea what i'm expecting, here's two verses from "Doo Rags" by Nas... not the best song but still solid lyrically.
Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes
Youngest guerillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil
Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats
Watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
The car show, 560's, chemical afros
Acuras pumpin Super Lover Cee and Casanova
Live chicks be, asses bustin out of they clothes
Wearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they earlobes
So where them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go?
But now them shorties here though, so
Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers
in army boots, yellin "Join the armed forces!"
We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
There's still a lot of naked crawlin in the corporate offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us
They won't be servin the beast too long
The murderers wearin police uniforms, confederate flags I burn
Beat Street breakers were dancin to the music I chose
And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin they nose
in frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children
with fo'-fo's, and double-revolvers
We devil incarnates, headed for jail
Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin us killed
Your paper money was the death of Christ
And all these shorties comin up just resurrect your life
It's like a cycle
Youngest guerillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil
Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats
Watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
The car show, 560's, chemical afros
Acuras pumpin Super Lover Cee and Casanova
Live chicks be, asses bustin out of they clothes
Wearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they earlobes
So where them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go?
But now them shorties here though, so
Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers
in army boots, yellin "Join the armed forces!"
We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
There's still a lot of naked crawlin in the corporate offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us
They won't be servin the beast too long
The murderers wearin police uniforms, confederate flags I burn
Beat Street breakers were dancin to the music I chose
And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin they nose
in frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children
with fo'-fo's, and double-revolvers
We devil incarnates, headed for jail
Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin us killed
Your paper money was the death of Christ
And all these shorties comin up just resurrect your life
It's like a cycle
I ain't takin' your challange, foo. I ain't dissin' hiphop. I love it.
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