Posts tagged rap
Chuck Palahniuk says read Amy Hempel, the minimalist author he aspires to emulate, and then anything else you read has the color turned down. Brotha Lynch Hung is kind of like that for me with rappers.
Oh, you smacked some bitches and have lots of money? How quaint. Brotha Lynch will give you a knowing smile like Denzel in Training Day, clenching a piece of umbilical cord like a sausage link between his blood-stained teeth. When you run home, he’s creeping up in there.
If you enjoy the whiplash of laughing and reeling back at horror movies, Lynch is the H.N.I.C.. His flow is out of this world. The bassline on this is slick like the lube you won’t be getting, and punctuated with a creepy-crawly gangsta whistle. It’s a perfect song.
Take away the subject matter, focus on strictly the flow, the timing, the cadence, the lyrics and the creativity….. nobody is fuckin with Lynch. I mean NOBODY.
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Sabac Red, “Tell Lie Vision”
Lyrics interpreted by ear. Can anyone make out what he says in the line after Call of Duty: Black Ops? I keep hearing “gay judo,” but that might just be due to too much Joe Rogan Experience.
“I want the young motherfuckers in here tonight, no matter what your nationality is, turn the motherfucking TV off for one week. and see if you can survive!”
click, click
you’ve been brought in to the tube
the message gets projected that alters your mood
glorification of tanks, bombs, guns and grenades
Call of Duty: Black Opses, military control
(???)
reality shows influence hatin’ the boss
contradicting programs, food challenge, weight loss
exploitation of blacks, fights posted on the Internet
binary codes now promote smoking cigarettes
trick-knowledgy but the knowledge is trick
so you buy bigger things to compromise for your dick
plastic surgeons, fake tits, strips to racist themes
sex addiction, cocaine, we host a place for fiends
sixteen pregnant gang wars, rapists and crime
lose control, die, LCD raping our minds
it’s a media brain trap
we became slaves to the screen
corporations run stations on the station we see
odd attention into poverty, the threat in economy
the pressure of providing with the message of autonomy
suicide, murder, drug dealing police
pill poppers, prostitutes, what’s real in the streets
it’s the beef, the conflict, the overload of aggression
it’s the power struggle leading to the mode of depression
we love the entertainment when the cameras go up
millionaire aspirations in the bad girls club
cops ‘n’ robbers, mobsters, we’re stable for days
can’t afford a decent meal but the cable is paid
it’s more than Big Brother, this is brain control
deleted emails are saved on a station in Rome
the Kinect for Xbox scans your body for heat
it sends rays through your brain til your body’s diseased
”It’s called “tell a vision” programming. They tellin’ you visions being programmed. You bein’ programmed. You watch it on the news, ‘It was on CNN, it’s true. I seen it on FOX, it’s real.’ It’s BULLSHIT!”
Lupe Fiasco - “Words I Never Said (feat. Skylar Grey)”
I really think the war on terror is a bunch of bullshit
Just a poor excuse for you to use up all your bullets
How much money does it take to really make a full clip?
9/11, building 7, did they really pull it?
Uh, And a bunch of other coverups
Your child’s future was the first to go with budget cuts
If you think that hurts, then wait, here comes the uppercut
The school was garbage in the first place, that’s on the up and up
Keep you at the bottom but tease you with the upper crust
You get it, then they move it, so you never keeping up enough
If you turn on TV, all you see’s a bunch of “what the fucks”
Dude is dating so and so, blabbering ‘bout such and such
And that ain’t Jersey Shore, homey, that’s the news
And these the same people supposedly telling us the truth
Limbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist
Gaza strip was getting bombed, Obama didn’t say shit
That’s why I ain’t vote for him, next one either
I’m a part of the problem, my problem is I’m peaceful
And I believe in the people, yeah
So Lupe got thrown out of his own show tonight in D.C. for singing this. Speechless (pun intended).
