What's the worst genre of music ever?

[Static Universe]

Originally posted by Albert Speer
and I can name a few rappers such as Common and Talib Kweli who always got this removed maturity in their songs... Take Common's Retrospect for Life...

Worst genre: pro-life rap.

[Al B. Sure!]

Static:

Don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon -Nas

[JimmyCracksCorn]

Originally posted by Asher

This one had me in stitches.

Thanks!

You should learn to separate pseudointellectuals and intellectuals.

Someone who is a hardcore gangster is ruled out from being an intellectual from the start, since they should know better..

Knowing proper English usually helps, too.

You're just re-enforcing a stereotype.

[Asher]

All stereotypes come from somewhere.

There may be some rappers who can be considered intellectuals, but it's a HUGE stretch for someone to even consider claiming that they're probably the most intellectual out of all of the genres of music.

[Asher]

Lyrics from the Top 5 rap tracks right now according to Billboard:

"Work It" - Missie Elliot

[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it
If you got a big [elephant], let me search it
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
[Verse 1]
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the ***** on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me yova
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
But before you come I need to shave my chocha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha
See my ass and my lips don't cha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go bha ta ta
Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
Sex me so good I say blah blah blah
Work it, I need a glass of water
Boy oh boy its good to know ya

[repeat chorus]

[verse 2]
If you're a fly gyal, then get your nose done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa
Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me neva
You won't find a ***** that's even betta
I make it hot as Las Vegasweatha
Listen up close while I take you back
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts [?]
Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump
Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do

[repeat chorus]

[verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
White like Antonio
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its not a foul shakin that ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa
Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa

Picture black sand oh yes amassa
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man big red can outlast ya
Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matta
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum
Give ya some some some of this in a bun

[repeat chorus]

To my fellas,
Good God, I like the way you work that
[scratching]
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God

Air Force Ones, Nelly Featuring Kyjuan, Ali & Murphy Lee

[Intro]
Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy

[Chorus]
I said give me two pair
(cause) I need two pair
So I can get to stompin in my air force ones
(Big boys) stompin in my air force ones

[Nelly]
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom
(Big boy) theres somthin bout dem that's dirty why I got em
(Big boy) I leave um strapped and laced and come up out um
(Big boy) the last person that touched um I been shot um, (big boy)

[Kyjuan]
Now if you looked, and seen lime green forces and kiwi
(Big boy) you couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie
(Big boy) you now I keep it hip-hop
My niggas flip flop
(Big boy) yea my force ones and tip top
(Me) now form a flip flop, (big boy)

[Ali]
I like the limit ed edition to kaki and only green
(Big boy) patent leather pin stripe you should see how I do the strime
(Big boy) size twelve with the strap
Red and white with a cardinal cap
(Big boy) all flavors well it just depend
on when and (don't get me) where I am at (Big boy)

[Murphy Lee]
Don't get me wrong man
And Murphy lee aint dumb man
(Big boy) cuz if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some man
(Big boy) you can not sit up and tell me that you have none man
(Big boy) you may not have three or four but you got one man (big boy)

[Chorus x2]

[Murphy Lee]
We up in footlocker I'm looking like I need those
(Big boy) ten in a half and if you got em give me two of those
(Big boy) I can tell she never seen murphy lee befo
(Big boy) cuz shes just standin ther as if I'm shootin free throws
(Big boy) I said excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes
(Big boy) she said I love u Murph especially in the white in blue
(Big boy) I said the white in blue sound nice make it twice
(Big boy) and I signed an (yo) autograph
(yo) "thanks for the advice" (big boy)

[Ali]
I keep it real dirty, dirty you know how I do
(Big boy) purple in gold with the Lakers the broncos the orange in blue
(Big boy) I like em floppy with ankle socks
lows mids and high tops, (big boy) Which are clear so
But this tims and fat laces with it is cold
(Big boy) but when I win the gold (blhhha) in the house I'm a flow
(Big boy) then its back to the on purpose with em and dots in the toe
(Big boy) then I'm stopping this dough that I'm spending fa sho
(Big boy) on dem Nike air force and e behind de o (big boy)

[Kyjuan]
O.. k li, I treat my shoe like my ride
(Big boy) chrome on the fat laces at what wood on the inside
(Big boy) spray candy on the swoosh
With the electric roof
(Big boy) put the kid on the sole now I got a wad of shoe
(Big boy) you see that low misk with the purple coop I'm drivin them
(Big boy), (Kyjuan, were you getting dem colors, are you dyin them)
(Big boy) ten is my size in dem
No point in tiein dem
(Big boy) aint no point in tryin these on
You know I'm buyin dem (big boy)

[Nelly]
Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites
(Big boy) dem three quarters them lows they all tyte
(Big boy) the only problem they only good for one night
(Big boy) cuz once you scuff um you ****ed up your whole night
(Big boy) whats my basis? The look up sto on his faces
(Big boy) this kids outrageous hes byein them by the cases
(Big boy) cuz once I cop um gut um and switch the laces
(Big boy) they all purpose ya heard me kinda like my datin (big boy)

[Chorus x2]

[Kyjuan]
I wore spurs at first now theres tape on dem
(Big boy) damn, the nose come out, so I write the date on them
(Big boy) these Louie for Taiwan you gotta wait on dem
(Big boy) I had to get em early so I spent more cake on dem (big boy)

[Murphy Lee]
Look I'm tryin to keep it up like a one minute man
(Big boy) while Ali on the Kawasaki two head bands
(Big boy) jewelry and all
(Wow) fish bowlin um all
(Big Boy), (I got some fifteens) security buyin shoes and all (big boy)

[Nelly]
Now some time I get em free some time I gotta pay
(Big boy) walk in the mall and they now what I'm bout to say
(Big boy) gimme the black and platinum, and leather gray
(Big boy) ones in the back and (yo)
tha pair you got on display (check), (big boy)

[Ali]
Now were da boxes were I keep mine (keep mine)
You should beep mine (Big boy), (beep mine)
Maybe once or twice but never three times
(Big boy) I'm just a sneaker pro
I love pumas and shell toes
(Big boy) but cant nothin compare to a fresh crispy white pearl (big boy)

[Chorus x2]

Big boy.. Big boy.. Big boy

'03 Bonnie & Clyde, Jay-Z Featuring Beyonce Knowles

[Talking]
Uhh uhh uhh.
You ready B? Let's go get 'em..

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Look for me! Young, B
Cruisin down the westside - highway
Doing what we like to do - our, way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
all of my dates been blind dates
But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's true to the heart
She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during "Sex and the City"
She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B

[Chorus:]
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin
with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin
Now they 'bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin
It won't be that; oh no it won't be that
I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid
I keep you workin that Hermes Burkin bag,
Manolo Blahnik, Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
so don't let the necessary occur, yep!

[Chorus]

[Beyonce]
(Talk to 'em B)
If I was your girlfried,
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you,
Even if that somebody is me
Yeah-hee (break it down for 'em)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
my love and my trust if you was my boyfriend

[Chorus]

Lose Yourself, Eminem

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted

One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There'ss vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clocks run out, times up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
Hes so mad, but he wont give up that
Is he? No
He wont have it , he knows his whole back citys ropes
It dont matter, hes dope
He knows that, but hes broke
Hes so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap ****
He better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him

HOOK:

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, hes know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
Hes grown farther from home, hes no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water

His bosses dont want him no mo, hes cold product

They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose its old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

HOOK

No more games, Ima change what you call rage
Tear this motha****in roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I cant get by with my 9 to 5
And I cant provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers
And its no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motha****in option, failures not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salems lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

HOOK

Thugz Mansion, 2Pac

****, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong, that's just for us
Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
... at thug mansion

[Verse One]
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick ****
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Children, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..

[Verse Two]
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good
for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain
why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head
with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go
How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape
the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

[Chorus w/ minor ad lib variations]

[Verse Three]
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little LaTasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

[Chorus - repeat 2X (w/ ad libs)]

Intellectuals indeed...

[Al B. Sure!]

Asher:

Did you even read the 2pac one?

for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain
why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?

very fitting indeed...

[tinyp3nis]

I have to admit, teens do like 2pac. Must be the melodramatic lyrics filled with violence and other cool stuff.

[Asher]

Originally posted by Albert Speer
Asher:

Did you even read the 2pac one?

very fitting indeed...

You equate that with being an intellectual?

Being observant doesn't mean you're an intellectual you know.

[Al B. Sure!]

Asher:

I'm saying you dismissed him as a violent angsty nut... and he responded to that in the song you mentioned...

[ixnay]

Rap or country. It doesn't matter how profound the lyrics are if I'm bleeding out my ears.

[Asher]

Originally posted by Albert Speer
Asher:

I'm saying you dismissed him as a violent angsty nut... and he responded to that in the song you mentioned...

When did I dismiss him as a violent angsty nut?

He is one of the only rap artists I can respect just a little bit, because his lyrics are quite good, but it's still crap music for the most part.

The only song of his I liked is Changes, and that's because the samples worked well.

Still, saying that rap artists are the most intellectual in the music industry is extremely laughable.

[Al B. Sure!]

and tinypenis...

Pac did exaggerate some things... i never heard of places having drive-bys every week and ****... but 2pac himself was murdered and experienced an attempted murder which caused his whole morbid lyrics... but his basic concepts are very damn true... he overdid the gangsterism but his basic premise is **** that I and millions of others have experienced...

[tinyp3nis]

Originally posted by Albert Speer
and tinypenis...

Pac did exaggerate some things... i never heard of places having drive-bys every week and ****... but 2pac himself was murdered and experienced an attempted murder which caused his whole morbid lyrics... but his basic concepts are very damn true... he overdid the gangsterism but his basic premise is **** that I and millions of others have experienced...

As I have heard it mr.pacman didn't even come from the hood And yes, I knew about how he died, oh the irony

[Al B. Sure!]

tiny:

2pac was born in a jail to a Black Panther... he grew up in new york then Baltimore then moved to LA. I doubt he was suburban...

anyway... what about rhymes? Can rockers make 6 syllables rhyme per line? Right here, Changes...

I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight

to rhyme like that and still make coherent sense...

thanks

[Asher]

Why do you think rock music is based around rhymes like rap is?

It's like asking you to find a rapper which can effectively use 6 guitars each with complemetary riffs in songs or something...