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Well, it take money to make money
That's why I make money
Need some today so I'mma go take they money
Flip money, I weigh money
Hundred grand, that's play money
Counterfeit, that's fake money
Law city, that's Blake money
Cash money, that's Drake money
Broke niggas, they hate money
Rappers they get slave money
Gucci Mane, I say money
Gucci Mane, I say money
Kimberly in your face money
Brick squad we taste money
Gold diggers they chase money
Rich niggas we waste money!
If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures
To symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispers
To mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitter
Pressure increase unleash the catacomb splitters
And for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsaw
When you fail to decipher the Morse code to simply avoid the pitfalls
If need be I can get raw - just pocket the latex
But that's like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apex
Or why the young planet's seeds won't blossom into a garden
Parallel to your search for stardom where you leave breadcrumbs and jargon
That you can't even feel. So how's that for surface tension?
Every step shows you're a worthless henchman itching to meet your maker
I'd rather finger-paint than take a tainted pen and curse the paper
Voice box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vapor
“The United States has consistently had the highest level of interpersonal violence of all industrialized nations and that violence is disproportionately concentrated in poor urban communities.” (Excerpt taken from Righteous Dopefiend by Philippe Bourgois & Jeffrey Schonberg)
Young hunks, taking shots
Stripping down to dirty socks
Music up, gettin' hot
Kiss me, give me all you've got
It's pretty obvious that you've got a crush (you know)
That magic in your pants, it's making me blush (for sure)
Looking for some trouble tonight
Take my hand i'll show you the wild side
Like it's the last night of our lives
We'll keep dancing till we die
We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
Except by a woman dying from the loss of food
Except by a freedom fighter bleeding on a cross for you
We shall not be moved
Except by a system thats rotten through
Neglecting the victims and ordering the cops to shoot
High treason now we need to prosecute
.....
Put your hands up high if you havn't imagined
Hope that the pen strokes stronger than the cannon
Balls to the wall, Nose to the grindstone
My interrogation techniques leave your mind blown
So Place your bets lets speak to the enemy
Don't let em pretend that we seek blood
And who's we anyways Kemo Sabe?
Mighty warlord wanna-be street thug
a threat for a threat leaves the whole world terrified
blow for blow never settles the score
word for word it's time we clarify
We the people did not want war
It is unfortunate that hip hop has become one of the most abused genres of music. At once its purpose was to elucidate the socio-economic position and trials and tribulations many African Americans had to face, but in the past decade it has shifted to glorifying narcissistic behavior and an overindulgence in drugs, money, women and all things materialistic. This in turn wrongly influences one’s perspective through sensationalism and commercialism, thus having a detrimental effect on certain listeners.
Here's some of the lyrics to the song above:
Originally posted by Domo1
reply to post by IEtherianSoul9
OP that was wonderfully written. I hope you author more threads.
It is unfortunate that hip hop has become one of the most abused genres of music. At once its purpose was to elucidate the socio-economic position and trials and tribulations many African Americans had to face, but in the past decade it has shifted to glorifying narcissistic behavior and an overindulgence in drugs, money, women and all things materialistic. This in turn wrongly influences one’s perspective through sensationalism and commercialism, thus having a detrimental effect on certain listeners.
So I have a chicken or egg question for you. Did rap turn itself into an abused genre or did society? Did a few rappers get rich and influence everything with their new message about getting money etc. after becoming mainstream, or did society dictate real artists had to change to be profitable? Both? I think both.
There is an anonymous letter that is circulating on the web. It tells of a secret meeting in which "decision makers" of the music industry were asked to participate in a cultural shift that would result in increasing the population of America's prisons, for profit. It has such a ring of truth that other people in the entertainment business (and prison establishment) have come out supporting the validity of this claim.
At this point I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering. The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our active involvement. He explained that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact the profitability of these investments.
Now that I have a greater understanding of how private prisons operate, things make much more sense than they ever have. I see how the criminalization of rap music played a big part in promoting racial stereotypes and misguided so many impressionable young minds into adopting these glorified criminal behaviors which often lead to incarceration.