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Zegt een tekst als dit je echt niks? (en lees aub even door de nigga's, fuck en bitch heen...oordeel het niet op de woorden zelf maar in context)

[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern was making a million
being the illest hustler that the world ever seen
he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
she put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
her son's heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he built a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked up once, he didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insecurities at other people
he fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you probably only did a month for minor offenses
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy choked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming 'shut the fuck up' and 'stop moving around'
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he'd broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death takes you to a better place, but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
in fact, I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black, color is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted
and you'll be one of god's children and fall from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever

En deze als voorbeeld zonder schuttingtaal:

Uh, and it begins where we left a brother chased after by death until he catches his breath
We embarked upon a long march too weary to rest
Now tell me who would ever have guessed that at the top of the west
A party rocker and a poet might collectively have written another chapter
In this fight against this self-described right, but not righteous
It's highly unlikely we'll take it lightly when 1000 of my compatriots are evacuatin' nightly
From one ave to another, University to Beacon
The body was never meant neither to last to be beaten
But Buddhas in the streets teachin' a lesson to kids in the cold
And if I tell all of mine there's other stories to be told,
Had a lot of good brothas either my age or younger
Who copped the 1st album when it dropped now gone under
And they say progress but the fact is
Dr. Martin Luther King's legacy is lookin' like the street we named after him
Permanently under construction, the people hustlin'
Despite the pain and sufferin' the energy we've mustered in
South side Seattle there's a whole lot happenin'
Where so called soul mates are stabbin' each other's scapulas
Melancholy hopeful I capture the present moment we consummated the marriage of beats, rhymes, and atonement
In each mind resides a potential so potent they make us think that we ain't got it
If we did then we'd control shit
Organizin' and prioritizin' what's important
I'm just tryin' to raise the scene while the homies have abortions
No distortion to the static
I hold the mic and pass it to the future schools in session but there won't be any classes
Happy to see family back, from ten months in Iraq
For fallen comrades rockin' a black wrist band
It's just a glimpse of what you missed when you gone
We held you down and kept chanting now "bring 'em back home"

We say bring 'em back home,
For my brothas and my sistas who've been gone too long
We say bring 'em back home, and I don't wanna have to keep on singin' this song
We say bring 'em back home, for my brothas and my sistas who've been gone too long we say
Bring 'em back home, and I don't wanna have to keep on singin' this song

And somewhere a soldier kissed his family goodbye
And he was walking like a warrior the water in his eyes
He left in late September said he'll be back in July
Now the child is asking mommy "Why did daddy have to die?"
She says he fought for freedom, but she knows it's just a lie
'Cause her father was a veteran with benefits denied
Now the fire in her eyes burn brighter with the passin' of the minutes into hours and the hours into days and
Days turned to night, nights turned to face the other way
One sister strong holding down the whole family
It's just one in over three thousand casualties and back home we battle with the apathy
We chantin' now

Bring 'em back home,
For my brothas and my sistas who've been gone too long
We say bring 'em back home, and I don't wanna have to keep on singin' this song
We say bring 'em back home, for my brothas and my sistas who've been gone too long we say
Bring 'em back home, and I don't wanna have to keep on singin' this song

So next time you see recruiters in your school or your crib
Tell 'em thank you for the offer but you'd rather you lived
We got more than just our bodies to offer
So fuck a coffin wrapped in red, white, and blue, withdraw passed due
We disgusted with the fact we pay taxes to build tanks
Still dropping one twomp and a half to fill tanks
Got a china-mans chance to fill banks like Phil Banks
For soldiers in the future givin' thanks in advance we say

Bring 'em back home,
For my brothas and my sistas who've been gone too long
We say bring 'em back home, and I don't wanna have to keep on singin' this song
We say bring 'em back home, for my brothas and my sistas who've been gone too long we say
Bring 'em back home, and I don't wanna have to keep on singin' this song

Prachtig nummer van IT (die eerste).

edit: Fever minded moet trouwens feeble minded zijn in verse 1.

Dan kan ik toch wel stellen dat je een zeer beperkte kennis van de Engelse taal hebt, Nas is gewoon zeer goed verstaanbaar. Kritiek van niks dus.


Volgens mij ligt dat wederom niet aan de muziek, maar aan jou en/of je de muziek smaak van je neef. Er is genoeg hiphop waar nauwelijks van dergelijke krachttermen worden gebruikt. Daarnaast moet je het ook wel in de context van een tekst plaatsen. Iedereen met een beperkte kennis van het Engels vangt inderdaad alleen maar 'fuck', 'bitch', enz. op.

Ok ik ga niet het hele forum volgooien met teksten maar aangezien het vooroordeel bestaat dat alle rappers vrouw onvriendelijk zijn nog ff deze (toch een behoorlijke hit in de hiphop wereld by the way)

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, and hurt 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, as 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
Ticka tah, ticka tah, ticka ticka tickah
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..

oogpunt van een kind in Palestina (laatste echt, er zijn gewoon zoveel teksten in hiphop die wat te melden hebben...ja ik ben cynisch)

Look into my eyes
Tell me what ya see
U don't see a damn thing
Cuz u can't relate to me

U blinded by our differences
My life makes no sense to u
I'm the persecuted one
U the red, white and blue

Each day u wake in tranquility
No fears to cross your eyes
Each day I wake in gratitude
Thankin' God He let me rise

Ya worry 'bout your education
And the bills u have to pay
I worry 'bout my vulnerable life
And if I'll survive another day

Ya biggest fear is getting a ticket
As ya cruise your Cadillac
My fear is that the tank that's just left
Will turn around and come back

Yet do u know the truth of where ya money goes
Do u let the media deceive your mind
Is this a truth that nobody knows
Has our world gone all blind
Yet do u know the truth of where ya money goes
Do u let the media deceive your mind
Is this a truth that nobody knows
Some one tell me

Oh let's not cry tonight
I promise you one day it's through
Ohohoh my brothers
Ohohoh my sisters

Oh shine a light for every soul
That ain't with us no more
Ohohoh my brothers
Ohohoh my sisters

See I've known terror for quite some times
57 years so cruel
Terror breathes the air I breathe
It's the check point on my way to school

Terror is the robbery of my land
And the torture of my mother
The imprisonment of my innocent father
The bullet in my baby brother

The bulldozers and the tanks
The gasses and the guns
The bombs that fall outside my door
All due to your funds

You blame me for defending myself
Against the ways of my enemies
I'm terrorized in my own land
And I'm the terrorist

Yet do u know the truth of where ya money goes
Do u let the media deceive your mind
Is this a truth that nobody knows
Has our world gone all blind
Yet do u know the truth of where ya money goes
Do u let the media deceive your mind
Is this a truth that nobody knows
Some one tell me

Oh let's not cry tonight
I promise you one day it's through
Ohohoh my brothers
Ohohoh my sisters

Oh shine a light for every soul
That ain't with us no more
Ohohoh my brothers
Ohohoh my sisters

American do ya realize
That the taxes that u pay
Feed the forces that traumatize
My every living day

So if I won't be here tomorrow
It's written in my fate
May the future bring a brighter day
The end of our wait

*10^99.

Holy crap wat een teksten, ik kan eerlijk zeggen dat ik zwaar onder de indruk ben. Ik zal ten minste moeten terugnemen dat hiphop tekstueel onderdoet voor andere genres aangezien hier zeer verhalend een kunstwerkje wordt neergezet. MAAR, ik merk toch dat ik op momenten hang naar rocklyrics. Noem het een fout in mijn opvoeding maar zoiets simpels als hotel california neemt mij gelijk mee naar de zwoele jaren 70 daar waar hiphoplyrics me zo nu en dan erg intresseren maar mij niet op reis sturen, om het maar eens zo te zeggen. Maar laten we eerlijk zijn dit kicks ass. CHapeau!!!

Die schuttingtaal ziet er op het papier echt belachelijk uit yo yo check it

Sterker nog, ik ben ervan overtuigd dat (goede!) hiphop betere teksten heeft dan 90% van de overige muziek. De tekst staat namelijk veel centraler en niet een of ander (gejat) rifje.

Een tekst als bij nummer 'One Love' zal nooit over de tongen van zangers van bands als Eagles, Dire Straits, of Toto rollen.

Zou je er bij willen vermelden welke nummers het zijn, Shelter? Ik ben wel benieuwd.

Dit topic gaat over Hip-Hop en niet over Rock. En ik wil je niet aanvallen, maar het vergelijken van deze twee genres is A. Kansloos, en B. krijg je weer troll berichten.

Moet ik je nu ook allemaal voorbeelden gaan geven van sterke rockteksten? Want nu doe je zelf het omgekeerde. Er is zóveel meer dan Eagles, Dire Straits en Toto. En er is ook rock waarbij de tekst wel heel belangrijk is/centraal staat. En voor als je het nog niet wist, de rock waarbij riffjes centraal staan is slechts een beperkt gedeelte van de rock. Zullen we het nu dan weer over hip-hop gaan hebben?

Kan ik je ook wel vertellen:

1. Immortal Technique - Dance With the Devil
2. Blue Scholars - Back Home
3. Common - The Light
4. kende ik niet, maar na een Googletje (wat jij ook had kunnen doen ) kan ik zeggen dat het Outlandish - Look Into My Eyes is

Beetje loos dit idd, is een beetje hetzelfde als zeggen dat teksten van Bob Dylan of Bruce Springsteen nooit uit de monden van rappers als P. Diddy, 50 Cent e.d. zullen komen.

OPROEP!

Iedereen pretfrit negeren, die doet het er gewoon om (provorceren en reageren zonder enig argument).

OPROEP!

OPROEP!!

iedereen Heeft recht op zijn eigen mening en mag het gebruik van schuttingwoorden afwijzen als hij dat wil

OPROEP!!

Dat is geen mening, een uitlach-smiley. Bovendien pikt pretfrit wel vaker 1% van een stuk tekst eruit om daar vervolgens op in te gaan waar niemand iets aan heeft. Dus ga nou niet weer meteen in de verdediging voor hem, want als een ''hiphopper'' dit zou doen in een rocktopic had je er precies zo op gereageerd. Maar jij mag best een poging doen om mij te overtuigen dat zo'n bericht iets toevoegt en/of niet provocerend is.

MJ_DA_ POLlTIEMAN

Buig voor de meester.

holy smokes father
black suit white collar
kiddie porn dungeon guns and three fingers for your daughters
caught belly-up
antique nazi paraphernalia
cannot pay her bills with holy water and hail mary luck
shucks fucker enjoy the alcatraz shower fun
and mommy's madame cliche generation X agnostic front
it ain't the nifty fate in 1958
before the new-new testament approved altar boy fistic rape
and take me to your leader long as you don't manipulate toddler beaver
call me crazy but I bet that wasn't god's demeanor
saw the meter peaking
for Long Island was Jesus every weekend spoon-fed to appease traditional upbringing
of a middle Pensylvania shithole where elder's movement stress the stellar therepeutic bible cycle
one church with a faith and haggle store next door and not much more
so the two moved to New York made babies raised on what they'd saw
christmas morning smelled fresher than angel pussy
but immaculate conception came second to playful goodies
like lasertag was way more spiritual than blood and body wafer bags
and manger staff was swung as santa ate the cookies
grandma was a saint, I leaked paint with snakes in belize
said if only you'd memorize your prayers like you did your Kool G's
see by the time I was old enough to know what religion was
I was catholicism numb and truly didn't give a fuck
94' moved out the crib it ain't seen a steeple since
what knievel-evil seeps in the christian leader's pitch
'till priests clap slap with parental advisory warnings
I'll be auditioning gods in my office on monday morning

uh-oh and yet another pill slipped down the hatch and passed unto the kill switch
I need a couple A's to Q's I'm not an asshole I'm just a little confused

just a little bruise on the back of the pews
acting amused with a mask on them Vatican blues
for in the eyes on the organization I was raised in
Aes is just another sinning brick in hell's basement
cubicle adjecent to the killers and rapists
for what drugs and fucking is part of growing up
like cups of a dumbshit's better than the school's
I'm not an asshole I'm just a little confused

just a lit fuse one the back of the pews
watching a thousand flavors of the same god fued
I figure ultimate peace is the common theme
so it's a no-brainer piece when the blood hit the screen
I got a basic good and evil sensibility born
good neighbor know a halo wouldn't fit over horns
the more science than faith the more karma than bread and booze
I'm not an asshole I'm just a little confused
not an asshole I'm just a little confused
not an asshole I'm just a little confused
not an asshole I'm just a little confused

You know what to be completely honest, Aesop, you're a fucking asshole.

Aesop Rock - Holy Smokes

Pretje, je gaat me toch niet vertellen dat je niks beters te doen hebt dan reacties uit te lokken op fora om daar vervolgens je plezier uit te halen, hè?

de enige die reageert ben jij...

Zonder mij zou je hier dan ook geen plezier aan hebben, toch? Je kan binnenkort dan ook een factuur verwachten, want ik doe dit echt niet voor niets.

Ik betaal alleen voor kwaliteit.

ignore pretfrit lijkt me meer dan terecht, iemand die reageert door slechts een smiley te plaatsen kan je toch niet serieus nemen?
Plus zoals MJ al zei hij pakt 1 punt ergens uit zonder de discussie te volgen, hoe oud is die kerel 12 of zo? Als je echt 12 bent mijn excuses trouwens. Sinds wanneer is een smiley een mening, kom op zeg we waren net een beetje op weg een normale discussie te krijgen.

@Arrie, sorry ik was vergeten de tracks erbij te zetten...
Wat MJ plaatste was correct... overigens als mensen niet zo houden van harde hiphop beats dan is Outlandish op zich wel een fijne groep om aan te horen. De rapper rapt wat zangerig en de beats zijn niet zo hard... overigens zijn de teksten erg goed bij de meeste nummers.

Bij mijn eerste dienst had je dat dan moeten melden, nu je er maar op in bleef gaan kan ik het echt niet maken om het als een rondje van de zaak te degraderen.

Helemaal mee eens hoor dat het ene genre niet betere teksten heeft dan het andere. Ik kan alleen wel zeggen dat er in hiphop meer met de mogelijkheden in taal gedaan wordt...door de eerder genoemde multhirhymes, dubbelrijm enz enz.
Maar ik vind dat je bij rock bijvoorbeeld de gitaar weer op zo'n manier kan gebruiken dat er een soort van extra emotionele waarde aan wordt toegevoegd...bijvoorbeeld bij Gary Moore - Pariesen walkaways of zoiets (sorry precieze tracknaam vergeten)...dat nummer heeft een alleen gitaar solo wat veel melancholie toevoegt aan het nummer simpelweg alleen door de gitaar...echt geweldig.
In jazz doet de saxofoon het voor mij kwa toevoeging van emotie.
Terug naar hiphop; er zijn tig groepen die geen 50 cents tracks maken en veelal met mooi opgebouwde muziek en samples komen. Het is jammer dat sommige mensen alleen de ganstarap kennen en dat zien als DE hiphop. Er is echt heel veel goeds als je er wat meer in verdiept.

waarom niet?

Woop woop

Maar Pretfrit, hoe kom je weer op dit topic terecht? En geef toe, een discussie die in dit topic zou kunnen horen lok je hiermee niet uit.