Rap a lesser form of music?

[Vivian]

Some say its beautiful and a form of poetry while others think its crap. What do you think? Lesser form of music compared to the others or not?

 

[Flurry]

I don't think its a lesser form at all. Its just as good as any other. Its all just a matter of interest for different people.

 

[beowulf]

its actually called a form of music????

seriously tho....like sci said, each to thier own..........but to be honest i hate it..........hasnt been any good stuff since run dmc back in the day (yeah i am old enough to remember them when they first came out

)

 

[Flurry]

Ice Cube and Snoop dogg are two good examples of good rap. At least in my opinion.

 

[Jazzy]

Music is music and not all of it will be liked by everyone. I don't care for rap but that's doesn't make it a lesser form of music.

 

[ThaBawse]

Ice Cube and Snoop dogg are two good examples of good rap. At least in my opinion.

Don't forget Eminem, Kanye West, and the Wu.

 

[Nebulous's iconNebulous]

Some is disgusting.. Such as the song

Black Market

Lyrics:

Spoiler

[Talking]

The year is 1994

Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday Productions

Combined forces to create an unfadable click

Make way for the hounds of the underground

Feel the fury, hahhaahaha



[PIT]

I put my hands in my pockets

They jiggle cus they fulla change,

Sometimes bein broke'll make ya fall astray

But I got a better grip on myself

So I avoid gettin played short like a elf

Bust her side bust her in the head

That white ? yoke come runnin out his neck

I'm tryin to stack a grip so dont let me hit this dank

Cus if I hit this dank, I'ma shoot me a bitch

Fuck it, *puff*, bang bang,

Five minutes later, the cops came

I'm settin up shop for the black market

So if I aim at your mark-ass youre a target

Told you that I'd come but I came insane

Born braincell killas, scramblin niggas brains

If you gotta go you gotta go I like the six-fo

I'm pullin GTA's, it aint yo's no mo'

Then I take it and strip it down and leave nothin but the frame

Then I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangs

Pop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack

Mo money mo money for black market



[Chorus] X 4

On the black market, yeeeaah



[Eklypss]

Creepin move with swiftness in the dark

And aint no stoppin, once a n-word start

It aint nothin new, up under the sun for days and days

Under the moon, is where I was born and raised

And doomed for life, n-word this aint no daylight

I love it, murderin muthafuckas in the night

A Doomsta ready to make his mark an underground target

Hooked up with black market now peep

Shit gets deeper and deeper, meet me

The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT

Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung

We do your ass in good just for fun

Fifteen inches in your ass bitch

Take it and love it, but I aint talking bout no dick

14 suns and moons, somethin you can assume

That on the 15th marks my day for doom

Buck em and fuck em with doomsday productions

Eklypss'll trip if I catch you fuckin with my grip

Youll find your ass dead in a graveyard

And I'ma continue on my ?



[Brotha Lynch Hung]

Well if you see me chewin baby guts locc, would ya choke

or vomit when that teflon pierce that baby's throat?

Peep me eatin dead cott

Ya trip cause eatin dead pussy clit, I'll make ya sick

But its that season so my reason is legit

I'm havin fits, I've dreamed of eatin bloody pussy clit since I was 6

I fiend for dead pussy on my dick, I got the schitz

Meanin I dont give a shit about yo biatch

That n-word that's from the block killin off that cott

So n-word, sheeeit; baby barbeque ribs and guts, and uh

Don't let me get to deep fryin baby nuts

Sluts, get ate out like a ? them crooked teeth hurt

I pull that tampax string out and straight put in work

It wouldnt work without the sick

So page a n-word quick so I can serve you some of that shit

And have you murderin your biatch, violently

I've been keyed for 20 minutes and feel like killin

Loadin that milli-milli its that infant killa

n-word Lynch, Mr. Doc, D-O double M and hella heat

Niggas unload, I need another dose of human meat

I live to creep, and black market death by the scene

As that n-word that n-word that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleen



[Chorus] X 4



[Mr. Doctor]

You lay yo eyes up on my 4-4

And notice every curve in my strap

As them tears roll down

Flash yo life as ya fade to black

If that gat wasnt all up in yo face

Reminisce of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo fate

Replace, take it down to the soul, get deep

Think of moms at your funeral locc, and all ya family

Huh, its kind of crazy you could lose all of these things so quick

And whats worse, n-word shot you for the fuck of it, yeah

Never know I'd be the one to have your life in my hand

[Brotha Lynch: That Ruger 4-4 Mac]

That niggas life wont last

Keep listenin while I guide right down into your throat

Dig that barrel in your neck, watch your bitch-ass choke

No hope, no joke, Im savin you the pain of old age

All I ask for is yo muthafuckin grip in exchange

One to the brain, in the throat out the skull

From the big chrome gat, peeled cap, release your soul

Now ya niggas know, one mo dead muthafucka on the street

Fo the Mista Doc, locc

Straight to the brain with St. Ides brew

The black market dealt murder when they serve them foo's



[Chorus] X 4

But some of it can be meaningful, such as Dear Mama

Spoiler

You are appreciated



[Verse One: 2Pac]



When I was young me and my mama had beef

Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets

Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face

Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place

Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool

with the big boys, breakin all the rules

I shed tears with my baby sister

Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids

And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama

When things went wrong we'd blame mama

I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell

Huggin on my mama from a jail cell

And who'd think in elementary?

Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day

And runnin from the police, that's right

Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside

And even as a crack fiend, mama

You always was a black queen, mama

I finally understand

for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man

You always was committed

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it

There's no way I can pay you back

But the plan is to show you that I understand

You are appreciated



[Chorus: Reggie Green & Sweet Franklin w/ 2Pac]



Lady...

Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady

Dear mama

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

You are appreciated

Don't cha know we love ya?



[second and third chorus, And dear mama instead of Dear mama]



[Verse Two: 2Pac]



Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair

No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there

He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger

wouldn't let me feel for a stranger

They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along

I was lookin for a father he was gone

I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs

They showed a young brother love

I moved out and started really hangin

I needed money of my own so I started slangin

I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks

It feels good puttin money in your mailbox

I love payin rent when the rent's due

I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you

Cause when I was low you was there for me

And never left me alone because you cared for me

And I could see you comin home after work late

You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate

Ya just workin with the scraps you was given

And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin

But now the road got rough, you're alone

You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own

And there's no way I can pay you back

But my plan is to show you that I understand

You are appreciated



[Chorus]



[Verse Three: 2Pac]



Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama

I can always depend on my mama

And when it seems that I'm hopeless

You say the words that can get me back in focus

When I was sick as a little kid

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

And all my childhood memories

Are full of all the sweet things you did for me

And even though I act craaazy

I gotta thank the Lord that you made me

There are no words that can express how I feel

You never kept a secret, always stayed real

And I appreciate, how you raised me

And all the extra love that you gave me

I wish I could take the pain away

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Everything will be alright if ya hold on

It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on

And there's no way I can pay you back

But my plan is to show you that I understand

You are appreciated



[Chorus]



Sweet lady

And dear mama



Dear mama

Lady [3X]

Just as with any genre of music, there is bad and there is good.

 

[Flurry]

[quote name='Sci']Ice Cube and Snoop dogg are two good examples of good rap. At least in my opinion.

Don't forget Eminem, Kanye West, and the Wu.[/quote]



I wasn't forgetting them lol. I just wanted to use those two as some examples. Granted, I don't much care for Kanye myself though.

 

[Raven]

In my oppinion there is alot of crap out there lol.



But I do like some, For example I was listening to Charmillionaire earlier.

 

[Cranos]

There's a lot of crap in most genres, including this one. I'm more of a hip hop fan myself, but I like some rap artists.

 

[Raxon]

Its not lesser. I actually prefer rap over a lot of different genres.