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From then till now er ei av de beste låtene som er lagd noengang. Tung som fan.

 

Dagens svensklåt: Paragon - Försök förstå

Tungt broder, tungt.

 

 

 

Over til noe annet, hva er verdens beste engelske raptekst? Hadde vært kjekt å ha noe å poste in-ya-face til alle som sier at rap er en primitiv greie.

 

Det er hip hop weekend på MTV. Fyttirakkern.

Jeg vet nesten ikke helt hvor jeg skal begynne.

Jo, la meg begynne med musikken, som ikke er musikk i det hele tatt. Den består vanligvis av en kjede med beats som repeteres. Til beaten danser en hallik-lignende wannabe-gangster med juveler i ørene og juveler rundt halsen mens han 'rapper'. Sammen med smørprinsen danser noen veldig lettkledde damer som smiler og vrikker på rompa.

Det finnes dem som hevder at tekstene i hip hop er så jækla bra, men alt jeg hører er selvhøytidelig vissvass om hvor mye narkotika de tar, hvor mange 'bitches' de renner over, og hvor mange snut de har skutt. Skikkelig poetisk, altså. Og verdifullt for samfunnsdebatten.

 

 

Play artists similar to Cunninlynguists @ last.fm

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For en tard. Men dessverre er det veldig mange som tenker slikt om Hip-Hop. Kjede med beats? Musikk er jo beats som er repetert.

 

"Det er hip hop weekend på MTV" sier jo alt. MTV er bare kommersielt, og artistene der bryr seg mer om hvordan de ser ut og hvor mye penger de tjener enn selve musikken. Hip-Hop er en fantastisk sjanger. Kommersiell Hip-Hop bør bli en egen drittsjanger. Folk som tror at dagens bling bling dritt representerer hip-hop er noen ignorante suppehuer.

 

Bare sleng noen bra låter i trynet på han.

 

<-- Tech serverer bra tekster som alltid

 

Cunninlynguists - What'll You Do? <-- som jeg posta tidligere, dritchill tune

 

CunninLynguists feat. Masta Ace - Seasons <-- bra tekster, forteller om hvordan hip-hop har utviklet seg til mainstream søppelet i dag

 

<-- trenger jeg ikke forklare engang
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Et eksempel på rap med innhold og substans er Kenn Starr. Her er hans "Nothing but time" som jeg har skriblet ned teksten i de to første versene til. Det finnes rappere med mer avansert gramatikk og ordbruk der ute, men noen ganger er det ikke det som gjør en tekst bra. Dette er poesi..

 

 

I walk with a swagger, but I speak humble

in a world where the strong survive and the weak crumble

so I'm tryin to make songs to provide the sonic backdrop

for niggas hustlin, pushin that chronic and crack-rock

for niggas strugglin, tryin to keep it legit

on the grind from nine to five, but aint leavin until six

just to go to another second job, seven to twelve

in a middle of a spiritual war, heaven to hell

gettin pulled in different directions, life's a difficult lesson,

walk it by faith, not by sight, it's a bit of stretch when

you're blessedly sittin in front of your vase

and time is limited, so it isn't something I waste

tryin to make the most of the cards that we're dealt

you got to know when to hold, when to fold, when to shuffle the deck

and how to maintain when these lames come at your neck

you can keep the fame, I come for respect, and still cuttin yo' check

 

I aint tryin to step on nobody's toes, but

sometimes I get the feelin niggas don't really know, what

level of dedication I hold, I'm steady chasin my goals

and no supporters, instead I face it alone

so I resort to steppin out of my zone, that's a challenge in itself

I can't afford to wait for nobody's help

at the end of the day, the blame falls on nobody else

so I put the pen to the page, dog, I know that I'm felt

and the second time around, allow me to make a prediction

my position on your top-ten list is gonna be different

(listen) it won't be below three, you can quote me

I've been climbing since they decided to sign up a no-free

fast-forward three years, regarding starr status

I've been workin hard at it, and you asked for it, it's here

and I ain't meaning had you waitin for the record

but you never get a second chance of making a first impression

(korriger gjerne feiltolkninger)

 

Sjekk også If (feat. Talib Kweli & Asheru) og

. Alle tracks fra Starr Status, et av fjorårets beste album.. Endret av Torbjørn S.
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Over til noe annet, hva er verdens beste engelske raptekst? Hadde vært kjekt å ha noe å poste in-ya-face til alle som sier at rap er en primitiv greie.

 

 

 

 

Jeg vet ikke helt hva jeg regner som de beste, men kom på noen jeg liker veldig godt ihvertfall :

 

 

Nas - Memory Lane

 

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners

Hennessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin a unofficial that smoke woolie thai

I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie

Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver

My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer

Sentence begins indented with formality

My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology

Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop

I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block

I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat

Chocolate blunts make me see him drop in my weed smoke

It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines

The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes

Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap

with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap

No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace

For niggas no sheisty vice to just snipe you

Start off the dice-rolling mats for craps to cee-lo

With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothing below (peace God!)

Peace God -- now the shit is explained

I'm taking niggas on a trip straight through memory lane

It's like that you all it's like that you all it's like that you all

 

[Chorus: repeat scratches 4X]

 

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" -> [bizMarkie]

"Comin outta Queensbridge"

 

[Nas]

One for the money

Two for pussy and foreign cars

Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars

I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?

My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses

Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real

A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja

Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces

Your telephone blowing, black stitches or fat shoelaces

Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic four-four I let blow

and back down po-po when I'm vexed so

my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank

I see dark streets, hustling brothers who keep the same rank

Pumping for something, some uprise, plus some fail

Judges hanging niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales

My intellect prevails from a hanging cross with nails

I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real

Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats

I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.

I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats

They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black

Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing

Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo

Fuck "rap is real", watch the herbs stand still

Never talking to snakes 'cause the words of man kill

True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins

I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

 

Blue Scholars - No Rest For The Weary

 

There's no rest for the weary.

Just another day grindin' up stones

'til they turn into dust

It's tough times in the rough.

Diamonds ain't enough

To cover up a corrupted and fucked up legacy of strange fruit, bloody whips, and smallpox;

Trigger happy cops, barbed wire, and fire water y'all it don't stop.

 

Well the colonizer came with the cross and the sword,

I threw the first spear and said, "I declare war"

I'm a battle scar wearin' heir apparent,

Descendant of a long lineage of proletariat peasants

So check the work ethic in the name,

The lessons might change,

But the essence in the message is the same.

So when they say anything, say, "Why is it?"

Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip.

I ride the rhythm and buy a little whine talk,

Head hit the concrete to line with your spine.

I speak to find peace but it's war all the time,

It's deep like the drive from Renton to Shoreline.

 

I'm a more mindful guy ever since finding out that I'm about to be a father,

And doubt is not an option.

And now I can't be getting crunk or faded as often.

So getcha hands dirty 'cause a prayer ain't enough

Boss, what cross?

We got crucified by buckshots

One million Jesus' and Judas got his nuts off

Pages, torn out the memories of those who remain

Shackled by the chains of international capital gain

they claim civilized with they animal ways

Peace to Oakland, I've never been a fan of the A's

But some days you can find me inscribing my

soul on the page every crime has an alibi

 

Disciplined and organized

is how I handle my,

You Jacks is spending mad time on they battle rhymes.

I can't knock it if you find it entertaining,

I rep' those whose labor ain't compensated.

So check the work ethic in the name.

The lessons might change,

But the essence in the message is the same.

So when they say anything, say, "Why is it?"

Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip.

Forty to a class, no wonder we're delinquent,

Half the school district never make it to commencement.

 

I bend the spine of the track until it snapped

Pops working overtime and he got a broken back

Got three little sisters, one brother in Iraq

And mom prays novenas to keep the fam' intact

But this song ain't a psalm waiting for God to answer

Brothers call me "dog" they got the letters backwards

I'm back with a plan of attack to reposes my name, face, and history y'all

Who goin' test my capacity to spit caliber shit

Into a rhythmic lesson and legitate it's a legitimate weapon

Igniting the cipher session I’m deciphering life,

and blending both theory into practice

I write vernacular and actual fact, God no posturing

A thousand pointed fingers, I defied every one of them

I ride for my brethren who carry the burden

Of a future uncertain 'til the fall of the curtain

 

You Better Move

 

Hold your head high soldier it ain't over yet,

That's why we call it a struggle, you're supposed to sweat.

Check the work ethic in the name,

The lessons might change,

But the essence of the message is the same.

So when they say anything, say, "Why is it?"

Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip.

Crazy landlady tried to switch up on the lease

If she raises up the rent again it’s time to say peace

 

Peace, peace, and that’s my piece

It’s still all about the bullet in the belly of the beast

From the east my brother, we came.

The lessons might change,

But the essence of the message is the same

So when they say anything, say, “Why is it?”

Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip

So keep marching till your feet split open

No rest for the weary, Blue Scholars keep goin’

 

We’re going to talk about war, 'cause war is a matter that you can relate to, know what I’m sayin’?

'cause that’s what, that's what the whole message about everything that we rhyme,

It’s what we try to connect.

 

Common - The 6th Sense

 

 

 

The perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier levels

It's unseen or heard, a king with words

Can't knock the hustle, but I've seen street dreams deferred

Dark spots in my mind where the scene occured

Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleep

Through me, Muhammed will forever speak

Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes

Where a man is determined by how much a man make

Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats

with cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear

Under the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped

Want to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lap

Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back

You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that

 

Chorus: (Scratched by DJ Premier with variations):

 

"This is rap for real, something you feel"

"And you know, yes you know"

"Rap for the black people"

"Heeeeyyyy, heeeeeyyyy"

 

In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries

Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes

I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies

Immortilized by the realness I bring to it

If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music

My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it

My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it

Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions

More than money saved, I wanna save children

Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity

A complex man drawn off of simplicity

Reality is frisking me

This industry will make you lose intensity

The Common Sense in me remembers the basement

I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit

 

Chorus

 

Somedays I take the L to gel with the real world

Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl

She recited raps, I forgot where they was from

In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum

I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected

How many dead folks this art resurrected

How many nations this culture connected

Who am I to judge one's perspective?

Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating

If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating

I just want to innovate and stimulate minds

Travel the world and penetrate the times

Escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom

Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm with 'em

For now I appreciate this moment in time

Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's like

 

 

Common - The Light

 

I never knew a luh, luh-luh, a love like this

Gotta be somethin for me to write this

Queen, I ain't seen you in a minute

Wrote this letter, and finally decide to send it

Signed sealed delivered for us to grow together

Love has no limit, let's spend it slow forever

I know your heart is weathered by what studs did to you

I ain't gon' assault em cause I probably did it too

Because of you, feelings I handle with care

Some niggaz recognize the light but they can't handle the glare

You know I ain't the type to walk around with matchin shirts

If relationship is effort I will match your work

I wanna be the one to make you happiest, it hurts you the most

They say the end is near, it's important that we close..

.. to the most, high

Regardless of what happen on him let's rely

 

There are times.. when you'll need someone..

I will be by your side..

There is a light, that shines,

special for you, and me..

 

Yo, yo, check it

It's important, we communicate

and tune the fate of this union, to the right pitch

I never call you my bitch or even my boo

There's so much in a name and so much more in you

Few understand the union of woman and man

And sex and a tingle is where they assume that it land

But that's fly by night for you and the sky I write

For in these cold Chi night's moon, you my light

If heaven had a height, you would be that tall

Ghetto to coffee shop, through you I see that all

Let's stick to understandin and we won't fall

For better or worse times, I hope to me you call

So I pray everyday more than anything

friends will stay as we begin to lay

this foundation for a family - love ain't simple

Why can't it be anything worth having you work at annually

Granted we known each other for some time

It don't take a whole day to recognize sunshine

 

There are times.. when you'll need someone..

I will be by your side, oh darling

There is a light, that shines,

special for you, and me..

 

Yeah.. yo, yo, check it

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than hip-hop

and I can catch you in the mix from beauty to thrift shop

Plus you ship hop when it's time to, thinkin you fresh

Suggestin beats I should rhyme to

At times when I'm lost I try to find you

You know to give me space when it's time to

My heart's dictionary defines you, it's love and happiness

Truthfully it's hard tryin to practice abstinence

The time we committed love it was real good

Had to be for me to arrive and it still feel good

I know the sex ain't gon' keep you, but as my equal

it's how I must treat you

As my reflection in light I'ma lead you

And whatever's right, I'ma feed you

Digga-da, digga-da, digga-da, digga-digga-da-da

Yo I tell you the rest when I see you, peace

 

There are times.. when you'll need someone..

I will be by your side..

There is a light, that shines,

special for you, and me..

 

(I'll) take my chances.. before they pass..

.. pass me by, oh darling..

You need to look at the other side..

You'll agree..

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Wow, en annen enn meg som har hørt om Kenn Starr. :wee:

 

Men det er strengt tatt umulig å diskutere med sånne folk, Avien. Fyren har tydeligvis alt bestemt seg for at han har rett, Pricks-style.

Er best å ignorere den stilen der ja. Apropos det, er "Pricks" en melding til alle oss andre fra han? "Kuker!" liksom? Jau...

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edit2: Banksy er i vinden igjen ;)

 

 

 

Ice Cube - Get Money Spend Money No Money

Se filmen hos Youtube

 

 

edit3:

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Slett ikke dumt, men om du hadde satt hver tekst i spoiler, så ville det hele vært mer oversiktlig. Tenk om alle postet 3(+) sider med tekst kompis ;)

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Hei, noen som kan anbefale noe i samme gate som Atmosphere, DJ Vadim, One Self, og lignende, gjerne downbeat eller ambient breakbeat aktig:-)

 

anyone?:)

I forhold til Atmosphere anbefaler jeg Cunninlynguists og Aesop Rock.

 

I forhold til DJ Vadim og One Self, så kan følgende artister være relevante musikkmessig. Det hele er noe på siden av det vi vanligvis regner innenfor genren hiphop, så jeg håper ingen henger meg for dette:

 

 

Mr Scruff - Shrimp

Se filmen hos Youtube

 

 

Kid Loco - Continuum

 

Ellers så har kanskje last.fm noe å bidra med. :)

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