What
the hell is going on with rap lately? My boyfriend (unfortunately) listens
to a quite a lot of rap and when he’s listening in the car and I’m in the passenger
seat (which, by the way, would be the only instance in which I would subject
myself to such torture), my jaw drops at the stupidity of the lyrics:
“Yeah, I mean you
ain’t the only real, nigga
They got me on these white women like Seal, nigga
Slave to the pussy but I’m just playing the field, nigga
Yeah, are these people really discussing my career again?”
They got me on these white women like Seal, nigga
Slave to the pussy but I’m just playing the field, nigga
Yeah, are these people really discussing my career again?”
WTF
Why
do people want to listen to this? What
happened to the good ol’ days when Will Smith was rappin’ about girls being
nothin’ but trouble and parents not understandin’? And what about this gem:
“Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground”
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground”
Granted,
Vanilla Ice’s self-proclamation of “a lyrical poet” can be considered somewhat less than accurate, but at least he doesn’t rhyme
the word “nigga” with “nigga” (three times,
at that).
I’m
not saying that all rap is horrible, but about 90% of rap songs nowadays lack
any kind of substance. If all you want to rap about is female
reproductive organs, how did you even get
famous in the first place? It doesn’t
even take any kind of skill or education to write rap lyrics. Just throw in lots of profanity, refer to women in a demeaning
manner, and say “yo” a lot. There,
you’ve got yourself a #1 hit.
Makes
me angry that people who can’t even be bothered to put together a proper
sentence own million-dollar condos and are
driving Lamborghinis
(are they still popular? I know nothing
about cars).
On
that negative, slightly spiteful note, I leave you with a rapper who knows what’s
up (and who happens to be one of my guilty pleasures).
Enjoy,
hoes.
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