rap #2 movies/tv

[Guest Talent]

i'd just like to say ZD will never be persuaded in any topic b/c he will never approach it with an open mind and accept what we say, instead the replies will be taken, twisted, then fed back to you in a sarcastic tone and his own arrogant opinion mixed in.

[Guest ZDamage]

i'd just like to say ZD will never be persuaded in any topic b/c he will never approach it with an open mind and accept what we say, instead the replies will be taken, twisted, then fed back to you in a sarcastic tone and his own arrogant opinion mixed in.

What did I say Talent? I said that rap in it's majority is negative and hateful. Now you should read what I just posted above and tell me that those lyrics are not hateful, ignorant and at times racist. Attacking me doesn't change what the lyrics above state.

[Guest Talent]

posting a rational for all those lyrics won't help either, instead you will criticize whoever posts them and say that they are wrong...i am just letting everyone know that you will never concede no matter what.

[Fatty]

Actually, what I'm reading is ZD holding strong to an opinion while a "gang" of others takes pops at him. I don't like any of you more than the next guy, I'm being completely unbiased here. I'll reread but it looks like ZD is arguing, while the other side is flaming.

[Guest ZDamage]

Not my intention to argue. I am trying to debate this and everyone else wants to attack me rather than counter what I say with logic and their own information. This is happening in a couple of threads and in PM's.

[NOFX]

well, this is like the flame forum. I believe most rap is crap. Althought I do like some whiteboy rap like beastie boys. And here comes the racist thing again probably, but see rap nowadays doesnt interest me. The beastie boys dont rap about berotches and 40's, they rap about funky monkeys.

 

Lets start a forum called Punk Rock. So I can hear everyone bash punk music and tell me how dumb I am.

 

Oh, might I about forgot, I do play guitar and know how to play drums, so thats maybe why I dont like rap, because they dont have any of that stuff, they just use synthesizers(can't spell) and I think its alot harder to put stuff together with guitar and drums than a keyboard.

[Guest Ex-Archaic nonMCC number owning]

Yeah, i learned how to kill people from listening to rap music.

[Fatty]

ZD it IS your intention to argue and that's just fine. I LIKE TO ARGUE. Call it debate, call it whatever, but arguing in a civil way is just fine. My observation was that you were arguing/debating/discussing while the others were not.

[Guest ZDamage]

Got yeah.

[huhuh?]

Now, I listened to crap that my parents didn't care for when I was growing up, but heck, that was stuff like Iron Maiden and Queensryche, and some occasional senseless MOD and SOD, etc.  I can completely admit that there wasn't much value behind the music, besides it's entertainment.

 

Today, the rap we call music is even more worthless.  It promotes bad attitudes, violence, sex, hatred, etc.  I have the luxury of looking at this from a father's point of view.  It's true, you are influenced by what you surround yourself by.  Where you go your thoughts and mind travel with you. 

 

All you guys that are defending rap...explain what the value is.  Explain what it does for you.  Tell me something positive about it.  Tell me something that it does for society, heck, that's even too large of a question, tell me something that it does for anyone on a personal level, besides make them visualize sex, drugs, and violence.

you have to remeber that back when you were growing up (around the jazz revolution right?) that your parents thought that the music then promoted drugs, sex, and the devil.......dye snyder anyone?......music is a form of rebellion....the more your parents hate the music u listen to the better

 

finding ones self is a part of growing up and becoming an adult...and rebellion is part of that

 

thats the value of rap....plus what else can make your car bump when u pay 1500$ for your system...country backstreet boys

 

cmon

 

(new smiliy!! )

[DJ Premier]

Actually, what I'm reading is ZD holding strong to an opinion while a "gang" of others takes pops at him.  I don't like any of you more than the next guy, I'm being completely unbiased here.  I'll reread but it looks like ZD is arguing, while the other side is flaming.

I dont think ZD will ever get a fair shot because he is, from what I've seen, widely disliked and mostly viewed as a radical. (If you want facts to support my opinion, i'll take a survey)

 

But the purpose of these "discussions" is almost pointless. For example, if I say that it is too hot today and you disagree, how would you ever convince me that it isn't hot? Vice versa. Threads like these just create nasty arguments, therefore, breed hate. I'm not saying that these threads should go away, I'm saying that you either let ppl argue and have it turn out like this every time and just live with it or just remove the forum altogether. Either answer is fine, its your forums, but anything in between would only give off the wrong message in that you are requesting something that is almost impossible.

[Guest ZDamage]

That's where you are wrong DJ. I was asked to post up some lyrics with the hate filled rap, I did because a few wanted to comment on them. No one has yet. I heard someone say they will post up some positive rap lyrics because I would like to see them, no one has yet. It just continues to be a bash.

[Crowbar]

DJ's right.

[Guest [DOH]TaPe]

Pardon the language...

 

Sing For The Moment

 

Verse 1

These ideas are nightmares for white parents,

whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings

Like whatever they say has no bearing,

it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing

to see him walking around with his headphones blaring,

alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care

He's a problem child,

and what bothers him all comes out,

when he talks about,

his truckin' dad walkin' out

cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out.

If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out

His thoughts are wacked,

he's mad so he's talkin' back, talkin' black,

brainwashed from rock and rap

He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap,

his step-father hit him, so he socked him back

and broke his nose, his house is a broken home.

There's no control, he just let's his emotions go...

 

Chorus

C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)

Sing for the year (Sing It)

Sing for the laughter

sing for the tear (C'mon!)

Sing it with me

Just for today

Maybe tomorrow

The good Lord will take you away...

 

Verse 2

Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas,

in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum

unholy, only have one homie, only this gun,

lonely cuz don't anyone know me

Yet everybody just feels like they can relate,

I guess words are a mothatrucka they can be great

or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate

It's like these kids hang on every single

statement we make, like they worship us

plus all the stores ship us platinum,

now how the truck did this metamorphosis happen?

From standin' on corners and porches just rappin';

to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' donkey

But then these critics crucify you,

journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you,

attorneys all want a turn at you

To get they hands on every dime you have,

they want you to lose your mind every time you mad

So they can try to make you out

to look like a loose cannon.

Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns

That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me,

strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly

But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously,

so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me

They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me.

If I'm such a truckin' menace, this poop doesn't make sense B

It's all political, if my music is literal,

and I'm a criminal how the truck can I raise a little girl?

I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to.

You're full of poop too, Guerrera,

that was a fist that hit you!

 

Chorus

 

Verse 3

They say music can alter moods and talk to you,

well can it load a gun up for you , and rooster it too?

Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude,

just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued

See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols

and they want to get one cuz they think the poop's cool

not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves,

we entertainers, of course the poop's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus

But music is reflection of self, we just explain it,

and then we get our checks in the mail.

It's trucked up ain't it?

How we can come from practically nothing to being able

to have any truckin' thing that we wanted

That's why we sing for these kids,

who don't have a thing except for a dream,

and a truckin' rap magazine

who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long,

idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs

Or for anyone who's ever been through poop in their lives,

till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die

Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe.

We're nothin' to you but we're the truckin' poop in they eyes

that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it,

squeeze it and hold it,

cuz we consider these minutes golden

and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone.

Just let our spirits live on,

through our lyrics that you hear

in our songs and we can...

 

Chorus X2

[Guest [DOH]TaPe]

One should not generalize that "rap is crap" because they hear some rap songs that may or may not have bad messages in them. One should not judge an entire group based on a bad side they see that happens to be associated with the group only because they share the same form of effusion.

[Guest ZDamage]

Nice one Tape. That is of course one song. I posted up the lyrics to many. You have anymore?

[Guest [DOH]TaPe]

Nice one Tape.  That is of course one song.  I posted up the lyrics to many.  You have anymore?

You posted up snipits of many

[Guest [DOH]TaPe]

Hailie's Song

 

 

Intro

Yo

I can't sing it

I feel like singin

I wanna trucking sing

Cos i'm happy

Yeh, i'm happy

HaHa

I got my baby back

Yo, check it out

 

Verse #1 Sung

Some days i sit, staring out the window

Watchin' this world pass me by

Sometimes i think theres nothing to live for

I almost break down and cry

 

Somtimes i think i'm crazy

I'm crazy, oh so crazy

Why am i here, am i just wasting my time?

 

But then i see my baby

Suddenly i'm not crazy

It all makes sense when i look into her eyes

 

Chorus

Somtimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders

Everyone's leaning on me

Cos sometimes it feels like the world's almost over

But then she come back to me

 

Verse #2 Sung

My baby girl (hailey laughs) keeps gettin' older

I watch her grow up with pride

People make jokes, cos they don't understand me

They just dont see my real side

 

I act like poop, dont phase me,

Inside it drives me crazy

My insecurities could eat me alive

 

But then i see my baby

Suddenly i'm not crazy

It all makes sense when i look into her eyes

 

Chorus

 

 

Verse #3 Rapped

Yeh and if i could sing, i'd keep singing this song to my daughter

If i could hit the notes, i'd blow something as long as my father

To show her how i feel about her, how proud i am that i got 'er

God, im a daddy, im so glad that her mum didn't *censored* (want her)

 

 

Now you prob'ly get this picture from my public persona

That i'm a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma,

But i wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest

Cos there's a lot of poop i keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' ma soul,

And just know that i grow colder the older i grow

This boulder on my shoulder that gets heavy and harder to hold

And this load is like the weight of the world

And i think my neck is breaking should i just give up

Or try to live up to these expectations? now look,

I love my daughter more than life in itself,

But i got a wife who's determined to make my life living hell

But i handle it well, given the circumstances i'm dealt

So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else

But the years that i've wasted are nothing to the tears that ive tasted

So here's what im facin: 3 felonies, 6 years of probation

I've went to jail for this woman, i've been to bat for this woman

I've taken bats to people' backs, bent over backwards for this woman

Man, i shoulda seen it comin, why'd i stick my penis uppin?

Woulda ripped the pre-nup if i'd seen what she was truckin

But truck it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more

I got my baby, maybe the only lady that i adore, haley

So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya

My baby's travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner

And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shifted

Its like the greatest gift you can get

The weight has been lifted

 

Chorus

 

 

Outro - Spoken

Woow!

I told you, i can't sing.

Oh well, i tried

Haley, remember when i said

If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?

Well guess what, daddy's here.

And i ain't goin nowhere baby

I love you (kiss)

[Guest [DOH]TaPe]

Nice one Tape.  That is of course one song.  I posted up the lyrics to many.  You have anymore?

I hope that doesn't mean you intend on making it a contest of who can post the most songs supporting their side

[Guest [DOH]TaPe]

Stan

 

[Dido]

My tears gone cold, I'm wonderin' why

I got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at all

And even if I could, it would all be great

To put your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

My tears gone cold, I'm wonderin' why

 

I got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at all

And even if I could, it would all be great

To put your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

 

[Enimem as Stan]

Dear Slim,

I wrote you but you still ain't callin'

I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom

I sent two letters back in Autumn

You must not have got 'em

There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em

But anyways, truck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?

My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father

If I have a daughter, guess what I'mma call her?

I'mma name her Bonnie

I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry

I had a friend kill himself over some witch who didn't want him

I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan

I even got the underground poop that you did with Scam

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man

I like the poop you did with Ruckus too, that poop was phat

Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat

Truly yours, your biggest fan

This is Stan

 

[Dido]

My tears gone cold, I'm wonderin' why

I got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at all

And even if I could, it would all be great

To put your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

 

[Enimem as Stan]

Dear Slim,

You still ain't called or wrote

I hope you have a chance

I ain't mad, I just think it's trucked up you don't answer fans

If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert

You didn't have to but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew

That's my little brother man, he's only six years old

We waited in the blistering cold for you

For four hours and ya just said no

That's pretty poopty man, you're like his trucking idol

He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do

I ain't that mad though I just don't like bein' lied to

Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write you

You would write back

See, I'm just like you in a way

I never knew my father neither

He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her

I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs

So when I have a poopty day, I drift away and put 'em on

Cause I don't really got poop else

So that poop helps when I'm depressed

I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds

It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me

See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it

My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7

But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does

She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up

You've gotta call me man

I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose

Sincerely yours,

Stan

P.S. We should be together too

 

[Dido]

My tears gone cold, I'm wonderin' why

I got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at all

And even if I could, it would all be great

To put your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

 

[Enimem as Stan]

Dear Mr. 'I'm too good to call or write my fans'

This'll be the last package I ever send your donkey

It's been six months and still no word

I don't deserve it?

I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect.

So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you hear it

I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway

Hey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?"

You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?

About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning?

But didn't?

Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?

That's kinda how this is

You could have rescued me from drowning

Now it's too late

I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy

And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call

I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall

I love you Slim, we could have been together

Think about it

You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it

And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it

I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me

See Slim, shut up witch, I'm try-na talk

Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk

But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you

'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too

Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now

Oh poop, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this poop out?

 

[Dido]

My tears gone cold, I'm wonderin' why

I got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at all

And even if I could, it would all be great

To put your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

 

[Eminem]

Dear Stan,

I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy

You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?

Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that

And here's an autograph for your brother

I wrote it on a Starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you

Don't think I did that poop intentionally, just to diss you

But what's the poop you said about you like to cut your wrists too?

I say that poop just clownin' dawg, come on, how trucked up is you?

You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'

To help your donkey from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some

And what's this poop about us meant to be together?

That type of poop'll make me not want us to meet each other.

I really think you and your girlfriend need each other

Or maybe you just need to treat her better

I hope you get to read this letter

I just hope it reaches you in time

Before you hurt yourself

I think that you'd be doin' just fine

If you'd relax a little

I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan

Why are you so mad?

Try to understand that I do want you as a fan

I just don't want you to do some crazy poop

I seen this one poop on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick

Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge

And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid

And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who it was to

Come to think about it, his name was, it was you

Damn

[Guest ZDamage]

For the number of songs with Enimem you post that are "positive" i can post up as many from him that are garbage negative. Anyway, good posts. There are positive and negative from both sides. People always remember the bad and easily forget the positive. It is the negative that give rappers the bad rep.

[Guest [DOH]TaPe]

TaPe,Mar 16 2003, 02:53 AM]One should not generalize that "rap is crap" because they hear some rap songs that may or may not have bad messages in them.  One should not judge an entire group based on a bad side they see that happens to be associated with the group only because they share the same form of effusion.

I pretty much said that already.

[Guest [DOH]TaPe]

For the number of songs with Enimem you post that are "positive" i can post up as many from him that are garbage negative.

Criminal

 

[intro]

A lot of people ask me stupid truckin' questions

A lot of people think that what I say on record

Or what I talk about on a record

That I actually do in real life, or that I believe in it

Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody, that

I'm actually gonna do it, or that I believe in it

[Guest [DOH]TaPe]

Done bashing rap yet?

[Chief]

If you guys see something that you think is injust, tell him.

Does this mean he can give my UMP and 1911 for my forum thingy?

 

 

Chief