Wu-Tang Clan "Bring Da Ruckus"
Givin bystanders heart-attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets
"Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit"
I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome I'm causin more Family Feud's than Richard Dawson And the survey said -- ya dead Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat Me fear no-one, oh no, here come The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum!
Master P "Bout Dat"
We in the project livin nigga, rollin with my boyz Hustlin on them rocks, but we strapped wit dem toyz You come up fakin and frontin You get your wig split nigga Live by the knife Whodi die by the trigga
Redman "Rollin'"
Turnin vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my Uncles who started smokin weed outta bibles Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle Men-estration cycles, I give bitches Bring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitches Whateva, go crew for crew, blow for blow Bang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your hoe I keep it rollin...
Snoop Dog "Still A G Thang"
I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder How I keep goin' under I'm a cold muthafucka' I fall to my knees and thank God before I do my thang See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway bitch anyway You can say what you wanna say Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old Fiend know C know and P know see loc We make music for the thugs and the bangers And the bitches. Fuck you R&B singers ... And got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot And guess what she want the Nigga with the biggest nuts (Who dat?) A nigga who don't give a fuck Ya see niggaz like me all we see is Money, power moves, and a bitch a week
So I apologize if I'm terribly off. This here is the kind of rap and kind of rap retard I can't stand. Okie doke.
― , Wednesday, 25 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Life these days can be so complex we don't make the time to stop and reflect, I know from first-hand experience one can go delirious seriously it can be like that, But before I put my foot in my mouth, 'cause that what I'm about to start talkin' about, please let me confess before all the rest that I'm afflicted by this addicted lime most in the U.S., It's tough to make a living when you're an artist, It's even tougher when you're socially conscious. Careerism, opportunism can turn the politics into cartoonism. Let's not patronize or criticize, let's open the door and look inside, pull the file on this state of denial. Hypocrisy is the greatest luxury, raise the double-standard.
Public Enemy - Don't Believe the Hype
Back, caught you lookin' for the same thing, It's a newthing--check out this I bring. Uh Oh the roll below the leve 'cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, C'mon turn up the radio, they claim that I'm a criminal, By now I wonder how some people never know the enemy could be their friend, guardian, I'm not a hooligan. I rock the party and clear all the madness, I'm not a racist. Preach to teach to all 'cause some they never had this Number one, not born to run. About the gun...I wasn't licensed to have one. The minute they see me, fear me, I'm the epitome--a public enemy. Used, abused without clues, I refused to blow a fuse, they even had it on the news. Don't believe the hype. Okay, so maybe not positive in the flowers and kittens sense, but it's certainly saying a hell of a lot more than "bitchez hoes and blunts", know I'm sayin'?
― Sean Carruthers, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"I own no rock albums that I've purchased that are anywhere near this violent and/or ignorant."
I trust you're not presuming that that means there aren't any rock albums *at all* which could fit into that category. Because if you are, get stuffed.
Kid Rock, from "American Badass" sings "I'm an... American Bad Ass/Watch me kick/You can roll with rock/Or you can Suck My Dick, I'm like amazing grace/I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place" Granted he's a sort of rap hybrid, but still.
You want mysogeny -- "Under My Thumb" by The Stones, of course.
You want racism -- that notorious Guns & Roses tune, plus every other word out of Axl Rose's mouth.
You want violence -- Folsom Prison Blues, or half of the rest of Cash's catalogue.
You want negativity -- "Bodies" by The Sex Pistols, "Dragged on a table in a factory/Illegitimate place to be/In a packet in a lavatory/die little baby SCREAMING !/Body screamin fucking bloody mess/it's not an animal /it's an abortion"
You want devience -- "The Plan" by Richard Hell and the Voidoids, which details a nefarious incest scheme.
Keep 'em coming? Howabout (gasp) Pink Floyd from UmmaGumma, Corporal Cleg -- a song about war, dismembered limbs and drinking: Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg/He won it in the war in nineteen forty four/Corporal Clegg had a medal too/In orange and in blue, he found it in the zoo/Dear oh dear, oh are they really sad for me/Dear oh dear, oh will they really laugh at me/Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him/Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin/Corporal Clegg, umbrella in the rain/He's never been the same but no one is to blame/Corporal Clegg received his medal in a dream/From Her Majesty the Queen, his boots were very clean"
Sex again -- "Brown Sugar" by The Stones.
More sex -- "Fiddle About" from Tommy, by The Who.
General decadance -- most stuff by Gary Glitter, notably "Do You Want To Touch Me There"
Tommy James and the Shondells -- "Hanky Panky" as in 'my baby does the'
Bryan Adams -- "Run to You"
Glorification of Death -- "Ballad of Billy Joe"
Every folk rock revival band who covered "Stagerlee" or "Tom Dooley".
Bobby Darin's version of "Mac the Knife"
Okay, I'm getting bored now.
― Sterling Clover, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Auschwitz, the meaning of pain The why that I want you to die Slow death, immense decay Showers that cleanse you of your life Forced in Like cattle You run Stripped of Your life's worth Human mice, for the Angel of Death Four hundred thousand more to die Angel of Death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Sadistic, surgeon of demise Sadist of the noblest blood
Destroying, without mercy To benefit the Aryan race
Surgery, with no anesthesia Fell the knife pierce you intensely Inferior, no use to mankind Strapped down screaming out to die Angel of Death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Infamous butcher, Angel of Death
Pumped with fluid, inside your brain Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes Burning flesh, drips away Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil Frigid cold, cracks your limbs How long can you last In this frozen water burial? Sewn together, joining heads Just a matter of time 'Til you rip yourselves apart Millions laid out in their Crowded tombs Sickening ways to achieve The holocaust Seas of blood, bury life Smell your death as it burns Deep inside of you Abacinate, eyes that bleed Praying for the end of Your wide awake nightmare Wings of pain, reach out for you His face of death staring down, Your blood running cold Injecting cells, dying eyes Feeding on the screams of The mutants he's creating Pathetic harmless victims Left to die Rancid Angel of Death Flying free
Strangely this one of my favorite songs of all time. And no this is isn't an incident (say the Stones in 'Midnight Rambler' is as oppressing). Anyway the argument isn't really that interesting, both rap and metal have great sick lyrics, for every 'Angel of Death' there's a 'Mind of a Lunatic' (ace Geto Boys track). Bless 'em all.
― Omar, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― , Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I am perfectly happy to admit a lot of rap lyrics are violent, incidentally. A fair few are misogynistic too - though misogyny is an easy finger to point but a slippery thing to define. Rock is perhaps misogynistic too in subtler but no less influential ways - the first chapters of Joy Press' and Simon Reynolds' 'The Sex Revolts' are very interesting from this p.o.v.
There are volumes of interesting topics struggling to get out in these threads and the constant hostility doesn't seem to be doing them justice. I still think we'd be better off addressing them one at a time and rather more calmly.
― Tom, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
i'm not sure about people not changing their minds about things though. many people on ILM (and of course many of the sites/blogs) have given me a fresh perspective, and i've changed my mind about things
i think the unfortunate situation is when people get entrenched, or aggressive or whatever, and that kind of stifles the possibility of fresh perspective/changing mind/learning something.
i guess thats discussion vs argument for you
― gareth, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I'll say that I totally disagree (again in the kindest way ;) with you on the death metal isn't rock music. Death Metal uses guitars/bass/drums that makes it rock (shouting lyrics isn't a factor, that's still singing ;). Also one can easily trace a line from Chuck Berry to The Stones to Black Sabbath to Iron Maiden to Slayer. That spells rock&roll in my book.
Then again 'Angel of Death'*was* released on Def Jam ;)
Wu-Tang Clan, "A Better Tomorrow" In the housing, thousands seen early graves Victims of worldly ways, memories stay engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger In this New World the Order slaughter men, women and children Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk a hard road to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold Their life and times, deadly like the virus design But too minute to dilute the scientist mind
You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way
A voice cries from the wilderness of the North A representation of the families that lost one all victims of incarceration Or other divisions of the family structure Youths are injected with serums that leads to skin irritations, babies being born with disfigurations, experimentations On their faces they bear world relations of mothers that carry the pain of blood-stained streets where sisters mourn and wail Fifth brother's been slain from hails of gunfire It lightly begins to rain, screams of terror are hidden by the passing trains This can't be little Hussein, his uncle cried As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this Bitter sickness, and left us to witness
― Robin Carmody, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
1) those lyrics are really wrong. 'MZA'? who the fuck is MZA? like, the female rza?
2) this argument could go on for hours with any kind of art because there's nothing inherently violent about any STYLE of music that makes it violent on not, it's the choice of the artist. rapping instead of singing included. all styls of art contain 'positive' and 'negative' material. if someone came across this maybe they would dismiss, i don't know, music forums forever. 'they're full of obscene loudmouthed idiots who scream at each other and don't know how to use bold correctly!'
3) you use the term 'rap retard'. that's sort of negative, eh? seeing as how none of the people on that list are actually mentally retarded, and i'd wager all of them, especially some wu members and redman, are above average intelligence. making violent art doesn't mean you're retarded. kubrick, anyone?
4) you actually took the time to post the lyrics to songs that i'm sure half the people here have heard in one form or another. what are you trying to prove, anyway? rap has violent lyrics!? oh! and then you say 'this is the kind of rap retard i can't stand'. well gee, thanks for clarifying, i'll take them off your fucking christmas list.
5) a few weeks ago i accused mark pitchfork of having an agenda against rap.
― ethan, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Who Stole The Soul"? Once again, this is it Turn it up Here we go But this time the rhyme Gonna ask who did the crime Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty Like I wanna know who Picked Wilson's pocket Afth, he rocked it Fact, he shocked it Same kinna thing they threw at James Brown An what they did to Redd was a shame The bigger the Black get The bigger the feds want A piece of that ... booty Intentional rape system, like we ain't Paid enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned so where the hell is our return? Plain and simp the system's a pimp But I refuse to be a ho Who stole the soul?
Ain't no different Than in South Africa Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul Like over there they stole our gold Yo they say the Black don't know how to act Cause we're waiting for the big payback But we know it'll never come That's why I say come and get some Why when the Black move in, Jack move out Come to stay Jack mvoes away Ain't we all people? How the hell can a colour be no good for a neighbourhood Help, straighten me out Cause my tribe gets a funny vibe They say I'm wrong for singing a song Without solutions All the dancers answer questions And try to be the best and Let everybody know before I blow For the sake of what's right I wanna know who stole the soul?
We choose to use their ways And holidays notice some of them are better days Invented by those who never repented For the sins within that killed my kin But that's all right I try to do what a brother does But I'll never know if you're my cuz That's why I try my best to unite And damn the rest if they don't like it Banned from many arenas Word from the motherland Has anybody seen her? Jack was nimble, Jack was quick Got a question for Jack, ask him 40 acres and a mule, Jack Where is it, why'd you try to fool the Black? It wasn't you, but you pledge allegiance To the red, white and blue Sucker that stole the soul!
it's nice to see everyone jumping to the defense posting positive lyrics, but nothing is getting changed here. neuromancer thinks rap is very very bad, the rest of us (except maybe pinefox) think rap is very very good. more accurately, i think neuromancer looks at the charts and sees a lot of 'violent' rap at the top and a lot of 'non-violent' rock. the fact that he thinks kid rock and limp bizkit are rap and not rock only adds to this. you see, neuromancer, the reason why rap seems to be more about crime and 'living in the streets' and so one (and the subsequent glorification of having money when one becomes a success) is because very often rap artists are VERY POOR. and being VERY POOR usually (but not always, of course) can be marked by crime and violence, which is a tradegy of course. and so music is made ABOUT their lives, which being 'honest' about builds on the male, young, poor mindset of violence, which is undeniable (see: wrestling, videogames, action movies, etc. dumbass heavy metal OR 'gangsta' rap fit right in). certainly a lot of poor can rise above this state, and i think the wu represent that, achieving a sublime abstraction unlike any artists before them, which you sadly overlooked when rushing to post 'violent' lyrics ('i'm causin more family feuds than richard dawson?' if someone was robbing your house and said that, would you be terrified or laughing?). rap is no different than any other art form in that it has the basis to be about ANY subject matter and has shown that on multiple occasions. middle class white people don't want to hear about black urban angst (unless they're 'laughing' at it, as you and thousands of dumbass teenagers do), hence the HUGE POPULARITY of artists like lauryn hill (from a few years ago) with mainstream middle-class white audiences. i'm not turning this into a racial issue, but seeing as most music is about some sort of conflict or angst, your incredible disturbance at this 'rap' music as opposed to other forms can only mean a gap of some sort between you and these artists, and sadly i think it might be race. your argument that 'rap artists' should stop being lazy and 'smoking so many blunts' to get out of poverty and crime sounds awfully like the old kkk argument of genetic inferiority. just please, stop. you're not a bad person, but you're misinformed and need to think more about dismissing an entire vital genre of music. ever. thank you.
And it also begs the question: what does the target audience buy this material for? I saw a stat recently that the majority of the hip-hop-buying audience were white and middle-class. Does anyone have any official numbers on this? If the record industry pumps out stuff because of demand, and the majority of the audience for this are young white suburban males, shouldn't that be the target of derision rather than the genre itself? There have been attempts to release positive material, like Arrested Development, but even when they catch on, they're generally spit upon shortly thereafter as novelty, on for the sin of not being "authentic". So, who's really to blame?
― Dan Perry, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― fred solinger, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
That's 9 songs on the US top 40, out of which 1 is meaningless (could be considered egomaniacal, I guess), 2 are about partying (which could be stretched to be misogynistic), 1 is out-and-out nasty, 1 comes right out and says, "Stop wallowing in your situation and find a positive way to help yourself," 1 dumps a woman for cheating (not misogynistic by any stretch of the imagination), and 3 are simple, traditional love songs. Even allowing for wide definitions of "violent" (which, by the way, none of these songs are), "misogynistic" (1 definitely, with 2 more if you bend over backwards and squint), and "egomaniacal" (1, assuming that you decide the lyrics are actually talking about something), the majority of the rap on the top 40 is NOT what you've described.
― sundar, posting against his better judgment, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
If audiences are actively searching for thuggishness in their hip hop artists, why aren't the Lifers Group a household name?
As a side note, I'd always be suspicious of statistics on racial/social backgrounds of record buyers. How many times when you've bought a record have you been asked what class you come from? How many times have you seen record shop assistants noting down the colour of your skin?
(On a positive note, if there's one thing I've learnt from these threads, it's that you're not the 14 year-old kid I took you for, Neuromancer. I'm surprised.)
― Never call you my bitch, Friday, 27 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Pippi, Tuesday, 4 January 2005 13:38 (twenty years ago)