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I just thought of an extremely obvious rap song that is amazing....and not about hoes

Rappers Delight- Sugarhill Gang

Kashmir86

i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
(pretty much jibberish)

now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat
and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
see i am wonder mike and i like to say hello
to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow
but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
(more jibberish)
let's rock, you dont stop
rock the riddle that will make your body rock
well so far youve heard my voice but i brought two friends along
and next on the mike is my man hank
come on, hank, sing that song

check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a
and the rest is f-l-y
ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix (bragging typical in rap songs)
and these reasons i'll tell ya why
ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun
and i dress to a t
ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously
i got bodyguards, i got two big cars
that definitely aint the wack
i got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillac (more bragging)
so after school, i take a dip in the pool
which really is on the wall
i got a color tv so i can see
the knicks play basketball
hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards
more money than a sucker could ever spend
but i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker
not a dime til i made it again
ya go hotel motel (this sounds familiar oh thats right AC/DC said this)
whatcha gonna do today (say what)
ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin (You said this WASN'Tabout hoes...
drive off in a def oj
everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn (another AC/DC ripoff lyric)
say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend
master gee, am I mellow
its on you so what you gonna do

well it's on n on n on on n on (the jibberish is getting old and the song's barely started)
the beat dont stop until the break of dawn (or until the computers crash)
i said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e
i said i go by the unforgettable name
of the man they call the master gee (the made up word g is quite popular in this "song")
well, my name is known all over the world
by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
i'm goin down in history
as the baddest rapper there could ever be (yet some more bragging)
now i'm feelin the highs and ya feelin the lows
the beat starts gettin into your toes
ya start poppin ya fingers and stompin your feet
and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat
and the damn ya start doin the freak
i said damn, right outta your seat
then ya throw your hands high in the air
ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere
ya rockin to the beat without a care
with the sureshot m.c.s for the affair
now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang
but i rap to the beat just the same
i dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes
all im here to do ladies is hypnotize
singin on n n on n on n on (jibberish)
the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
singin on n n on n on on n on (jibberish)
like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie (what an analogy...)
pop da pop pop ya dont dare stop
come alive yall gimme what ya got
i guess by now you can take a hunch
and find that i am the baby of the bunch
'but that's okay i still keep in stride
cause all i'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
singin on n n on n on n on (jibberish)
the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
singin on n n on n on on n on (jibberish)
rock rock yall throw it on the floor
im gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya there
im gonna move you outta this atmosphere
cause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind
ill put t-t-tickets in your behind
i said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floor
a-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got
cause im guaranteed to make you rock
i said 1-2-3-4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for?
i said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo
and guess what america we love you
cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul
you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old
i dont mean to brag i dont mean to boast
but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast (the measures they stoop to just for the sake of ryming is pathetic to say the least)
rock it up baby bubbah
baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
to the beat beat, its so unique
come on everybody and dance to the beat

(and the song is yet to have a subject but bragging about each member)

i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang
the boogie to the boogie da beat (the jibberish just wont stop)

i said i cant wait til the end of the week
when im rappin to the rhythm of a groovy beat
and attempt to raise your body heat
just blow your mind so that you cant speak
and do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet
and let it change up to a dance called the freak
and when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat
rest a little while so ya dont get weak
i know a man named hank
he has more rhymes than a serious bank
so come on hank sing that song
to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong

well, im imp the dimp the ladies pimp
the women fight for my delight (not only bragging, but bragging about hoes on top of it, but wait, this song isnt about hoes. . .)
but im the grandmaster with the three mcs
that shock the house for the young ladies
and when you come inside, into the front
you do the freak, spank, and do the bump
and when the sucker mcs try to prove a point

we're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint
a from sun to sun and from day to day
i sit down and write a brand new rhyme
because they say that miracles never cease (no you write a new rhyme to make money)

like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey
like a millionaire that has no money
like a rainy day that is not wet
like a gamblin fiend that does not bet
like dracula with out his fangs
like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang (this is what happens when you get desperate for a rhyme)
like collard greens that dont taste good
like a tree that's not made out of wood
like goin up and not comin down
is just like the beat without the sound no sound
to the beat beat, ya do the freak
everybody just rock and dance to the beat (I'm sorry but what is this concept or rockin' out to rap, I guess it sounds bad to say you're "rappin" out to rap.)

i say hank can ya rock
can ya rock to the rhythm that just dont stop
can ya hip me to the shoobie doo [/B] (if it weren't for the jibberish this song would only be about half as long as it is)
i said come on
i go to the halls and then ring the bell
because i am the man with the clientele (do I sense some more bragging here)
and if ya ask me why i rock so well
a big bang, i got clientele
and from the time i was only six years old
i never forgot what i was told
it was the best advice that i ever had
it came from my wise dear old dad
he said sit down punk i wanna talk to you
and dont say a word until i'm through
now there's a time to laugh a time to cry
a time to live and a time to die
a time to break and a time to chill
to act civilized or act real ill
but whatever ya do in your lifetime
ya never let a mc steal your rhyme (I bet he really said that...)
so from sixty six til this very day
ill always remember what he had to say
so when the sucker mcs try to chump my style
i let them know that i'm versatile
i got style finesse and a little black book
that's filled with rhymes and i know you wanna look
but there's a thing that separates you from me
and that's called originality (haha is that a joke?) (hotel motel? AC/DC got to that one way before you did buddy, original my ass)
because my rhymes are on from what you heard
i didnt even bite and not a god d--m word
and i say a little more later on tonight
so the sucker mc's can bite all night
a tick a tock yall a beat beat yall
a lets rock yall ya dont stop
ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what)
ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin (hoe)
drive off in a def oj (what the hell does that mean)
everybody go hotel motel holiday inn
ya say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friends (thats a great message... rap is a great influence eh?)
a like that yall to the beat yall
beat beat yall ya dont stop
a master gee am I mellow?
its on you so whatcha gonna do

(I had to leave out some parts, due to the fact that the damn song is too long and it wouldnt allow me to post over 10,000 characters, but trust me, what I deleted is nothing to be proud of...)


I listened through the whole thing, and I can now say that I am slightly dumber than I was 10 minutes ago. The song had absolutely no meaning, and like any other rap song, it was lame. And how long did it take for you to think up just one "good" rap song...

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"Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm"

"How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?"

"Diamond rope silver chain
Pretty noose is pretty pain
And I don’t like what you got me hanging from"

sleepy jack

*sigh*
Kashmir your just ignorant.
Go listen to Public Enemy and tell me all rap lyrics suck.

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TheBig3

I didn't read you're moron analysis after "this is pretty much just jibberish" because I thought of Satchmo inventing Skat, and if you ever said anything like that about Jazz, the purists would eat the flesh from your face whilst you were alive.

Get serious for a minute man, are you supporting facts or your own agenda?

Mos Def
Saul Williams
Paul Barman
KRS-1
Zach De La Rocha

Rap has its intelligent poignent place in the world of music. We don't say "the lemon song" this was alla bout sex, zep was a bunch of honey teens in men's bodies, lets disregard all of classic rock.

Honestly, think man, im not fighting you, im pointing out that you're not being honest to even yourself.

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hookers with machineguns

The rest of you might also consider some other rap recommendations before becoming statisticians. 99%, psssh.

El Producto
Sage Francis
Immortal Technique
Nas
Dilated Peoples
Del the Funkee Homosapien
Pete Philly and Perquisite
Dead Prez
Talib Kweli, Mos Def, Black Star

Merkaba

^ Zach is a fantastic mention, not because I like him, but because Kashmir does. Zach was as close to rap as anything was in rock/metal.

Does that mean Rage suck? Or is Kashmir gunna roll some foreskin back and try to re-word what has already been said, to save face.

I've already said I don't like rap but you're digging a hole Kashmir. 6 foot deep. And we've built the casket.

Edit: In recognition of thebig3's post.

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haha... foreskin....

TheBig3

I'd also like to draw attention that what works in one genre doens't in another according to him.

Do you have an issue with skat?

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Kashmir86

I'm sorry, he posted a rap song that was in his words amazing, and i figured rather than posting a reply back that says that song sucks, I would post the lyrics and post reasons why I thought the song sucked. Unlike alexisonfire who just says Im ignorant. Is what I said not true about that song? The lemon song had instruments...

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"Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm"

"How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?"

"Diamond rope silver chain
Pretty noose is pretty pain
And I don’t like what you got me hanging from"

TheBig3

So did rappers delight, did you think they made those sounds with their vocies? That music was created by a damn good band by the way.

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