Challenge: lyrics to a rap song that show intelligence Edit: challenge has been met.

[Playa7926]

listen to music such as - CunningLynguists, Unknown Prophets, Jedi Mind Tricks, and Atmosphere, etc.

The lyrics for those groups are crazy, a lot better than any mainstream lyrics

 

[anxi80]

lilFajita hit the nail on the head. and good example also, cause bad religion is great, and charlotte is garbage.

also, nice job on the p.e., j5, and blackalicious lyrics. especially 'thin line' and 'alphabet aerobics', 2 of my favorite tracks from each of those artists. i was gonna do roots lyrics from do you want more and things fall apart albums, but i figured my point was already made.

 

[murphy55d]

DrPizza, which song(s) met your criteria?

 

[konichiwa]

sig

 

[kenshorin]

I'd say Wu Tang Clan and Gang Starr have some VERY intelligent lyrics in the rap world. I am not a big rap fan, but their lyrics make me go whoa.

Just a couple lines from Wu Tang's "Triumph", just the first two parts by Inspectah Deck and Method Man and you'll see... (its too long to do the whole song)

*Inspectah Deck*
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

*Method Man*
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standin firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?
In the line of fire holdin back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fvck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

 

[CT2TXtech]

Originally posted by: new2AMD
From 1988:

Boogie Down Prodcutions: My Philosophy


"Who gets weaker? the king or the teacher
It?s not about a salary it?s all about reality
Teachers teach and do the world good
Kings just rule and most are never understood
If you were to rule or govern a certain industry
All inside this room right now would be in misery
No one would get along nor sing a song
?cause everyone?d be singing for the king, am I wrong? !"


"Let me tell you somethin? now about hip hop
About d-nice, melodie, and scott la rock
I?ll get a pen, a pencil, a marker
Mainly what I write is for the average new yorker
Some mc?s be talkin? and talkin?
Tryin? to show how black people are walkin
But I don?t walk this way to portray
Or reinforce stereotypes of today
Like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon
Talk broken english and drug sellin?
See I?m tellin, and teaching real facts
The way some act in rap is kind of wack
And it lacks creativity and intelligence
But they don?t care cause the company is sellin? it
It?s my philosophy, on the industry
Don?t bother dissin me, or even wish that we?d
Soften, dilute, or commercialize all our lyrics
Cause it?s about time one of y?all hear it"

Whoa, great one. I wish you would have kept going on. Havent heard that in while

 

[Sid59]

does deep = social conscience? if so .. then alot of rap music. alot of great songs already mentioned.

 

[MikeMike]

outkast, i believe has some.

make love, not war comes to mind. (ill try n find lyrics)

rosa parks, but it dealt with record companies.

MIKE

 

[tweakmm]

Beastie Boys - Putting Shame in Your Game

Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin to the broad day light
g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
Transhypnotic robotic can't stop it
No limits to this style you know you can't lock it
First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it
But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket
Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze
Every thought in the mind is a planted seed
So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack
Before you know it they're boomeranging on back
I'm the king of boogle there is none higher
I get 11 points off the word quagmire
Fools can't see me and that's how it is
And that's how I like it cause that's my biz
Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin to the broad day light
g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright

Time's an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast to really grasp though we may try
Deny, till we die, ooh my my
These thoughts that mislead and then multiply
Second by second and minute by minute
It's like lotto you gotta be in it to win it
Shakin mind breakin on their own demise
Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin those vibes
So tell me what you need that you have got
Fiending on power will make your blood clot
It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong
That's why we can't all just get along
We're all connected like a Leggo set
One equaling one together like a croquette
Whether we have or have not yet met
It ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat
Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin to the broad day light
g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright

You're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain
The selfish ways just can't maintain
But these are the breaks when you try and come fake
Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked
I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12
I chop the fvck out the beats left on the shelf
You be like hello nasty where you been
It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon
I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on
I get so hyped when I hear this song
It's gonna keep me happy like all day long
So go and talk sh!t cause it just makes me strong
Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash
Multinationals spreading like a rash
I might stick around or I might be a fad
But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad
Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin to the broad day light
g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright

 

[CT2TXtech]

Originally posted by: kenshorin
I'd say Wu Tang Clan and Gang Starr have some VERY intelligent lyrics in the rap world. I am not a big rap fan, but their lyrics make me go whoa.

Just a couple lines from Wu Tang's "Triumph", just the first two parts by Inspectah Deck and Method Man and you'll see... (its too long to do the whole song)

*Inspectah Deck*
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

*Method Man*
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standin firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?
In the line of fire holdin back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fvck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

RZA and The Genuis had great parts in that song too!

 

[tweakmm]

Tonedeff - Napster Anthem Lyrics
feat. PackFM

[Tonedeff]
From Napster to Rapstation.com
The the Internet's equivalent to a dropped bomb upon the distribution industry
It fits the fusion, feel the synergy
With MP3 Music Communities; not even meters can limit me
There's no boundaries with this, The means finally exist
Cause there's no ceasing to the sounds that people get
And I resoundingly admit, I dress a track like vinaigrette
They're wishing they could go back to when Napster
wasn't invented yet

[PackFM]
Well, let me interject with intellect, catch me on the Internet
On or off-line, a floppy disk or cassette
I'll address the rap nation, napster to rapstation
The industry's full of dicks, I cut em off like castration
They're catching hissyfits, in actuality
it's flattery
I searched napster to download this...now you cats are mad at me?
For you a hard drive is a ride without a chauffeur
but it holds all your tracks for your fans in Manitoba
'Where the f**k is Manitoba?'
Don't you know that little town in West Bumblef**k where the net is
your only form of exposure?
This sh!t is far from over, damn right I'm a downloader
You should change your names to story, cause yo, I thought I told ya.

[Tonedeff]
Tommy Mottola makes
a million a minute, if you see him

Start grilling him in his BM for stealing our listening
freedom
He's disagreeing with Napster - acts to block it
But notice, the only artists complaining
seem have the fattest pockets
It's sad and shocking, the way that greed controls nation
If a track is lent to me, it's not a legal violation
My summation's they build an absurd case
Cause to make an MP3 of a track I need the CD in the first place

[PackFM]
I don't care who you are,
I'll battle ya, from Dre to Metallica
Your sh!t got leaked, cause I got an email from a pal of yours
Sh!t, I ain't mad at ya. I shine like an Arista
MP3's the biggest thing since a pokemon character
So, I log onto Napster to take a Peek-At-Choo
This is a sneak preview, passed on from me to you
From PCs to G3's it's the sound of the streets
Rapstation & Napster, Power to People and Beats.

[CHORUS]
Who's on line, the greatest of all time
We Reach millions of heads although we're unsigned
You can download our tracks, we don't mind, just take 2
On behalf of Napster, we'd like to thank you
You're welcome, We're all part of the same crew
Tonedeff & Pack FM, we came to lace you
You can download our tracks, we don't mind, just take 2
On behalf of Napster we'd like to thank you

 

[MikeMike]

OOOOO SUCH a TRUE song.

Ying Yang Twins: Naggin.

and well, to a lesser extent, naggin part ii

[naggin]
every now and then you get mad
sometime I make you sad
make you want to say kiss my pants
got to listen to you nag

[2x]
She talking to me like I?m dumb
I should have known (should have known)
should have left that girl alone
Now I?m stuck in game

This is for then fella?s who be mess round with them women
and you get your heart caught up in the mix
cause your love touch what?s up her dress
and never played attention
cause you didn?t think the girl would start tripping
shawty flip the scripted
start saying all type of stuff out of her lips
and let me tell you what I cant stand
when a women play the role of a man
talking to a fellow like you got to hold his hand
treat me like a sped
like he lack to understand
I know you know I ain?t gone go for the short jacking all the time
talking to me out of line broad
truly you done lost your mind
you gone mess round and get my some time

every now and then you get mad
sometime I make you sad
make you want to say kiss my pants
got to listen to you nag

[2x]
She talking to me like I?m dumb
I should have known (should have known)
should have left that girl alone
Now I?m stuck in game

A lil more grip a lil less lip
before I pack my bag on you girl and dip
and a point of no return and you made it that way
buy the stuff that you say in and out everyday
hope you paying attention cause i got to mention
dissin me in front of your friends
trying to get a lil laugh in your crack in
I want to beat the **** in
hide behind your fake lil grin with your fake lil friend
use to then fake lil men
really ain?t no man but you like how he pretend
I?m going to keeping sipping my Hen and smoking my herbs
and I?m going to need a lot of grill cause of your nagging girl
the way you talking absurd
getting on my nerves
all in my ear about to make me hit the curve

every now and then you get mad
sometime I make you sad
make you want to say kiss my pants
got to listen to you nag

[2x]
She talking to me like I?m dumb
I should have known (should have known)
should have left that girl alone
Now I?m stuck in game

One day I got shot by cupid
this was when this relationship went stupid
we was talking on the phone to long
never act her age she was always gone
telling me you out with your friends
find out later on you with your other men
you ain't nothing but a dividend
say you cut, cut but you ain't getting nothing
that?s a shame and to hear its like this
and I ain?t got love for you trick
shoo fly don? bother me
will i get back with her probably
then I thought about it I wont
do I really want you I don't
the headache i really don't want
so I?m going to leave her a lone
cause I can do bad on my on
that's why she gone

every now and then you get mad
sometime I make you sad
make you want to say kiss my pants
got to listen to you nag

[2x]
She talking to me like I?m dumb
I should have known (should have known)
should have left that girl alone
Now I?m stuck in game



[naggin part ii (female voice)]
[Chorus Pt. I:]
Every now and then you get mad.
You treat me bad and it makes me sad.
Always in the Street Chasin? A$$.
That?s why a B***h be naggin?.

[Chorus Pt. 2 (Repeat 2)]
Whomp [x5]
When you get here I?ll be gone.
I?ll always know I shoulda left ya a$$ alone.
That?s why a b***h be?

This is for them Niggas who be swearin? they aint catchin? no feelings.
Girls don?t get ya self caught up in the mess.
Cuz half of them poppin?- the rest of them flex.
Yall?.. better pay attention.
Flaw gone put tall up on a lil? pimpin?.
Listen?. When they flip the script.
You charge it to the hip & you take it to the whip.
Yea!
Imo tell you what I can?t stand,
Is when I end up with a half a$$ man.
Gotta be like momma hold his hand.
I treat you like s**t,
Cuz that?s all you under stand.
All you care about is hoes & and them clothes & them shows.
Commin? home 3 and 4 every night.
Ain?t got nan nother time,
Talkin? to me outta line,
When ya boys run you always wanna shine.
Yea.

[Chorus Pt. I:]
Every now and then you get mad.
You treat me bad and it makes me sad.
Always in the Street Chasin? A$$.
That?s why a B***h be naggin?.

[Chorus Pt. 2 (Repeat 2)]
Whomp [x5]
When you get here I?ll be gone.
I?ll always know I shoulda left ya a$$ alone.
That?s why a b***h be?

Get $, grip, keep ya jewels & ya chick on the side.
In Ya club, w/ ya dubs, and ya chromed out ride.
In yo E, off ya go s**t ,
If you wanna go jit, go get, go skit, muh- muh-f***in go for it.
You don?t think I understand,
I ain?t give up everything fo you to be playinn?.
Oh you think you slick when you tell me she only ya friend.
Damn right imo trip.
awesome dude where you been.
Hold Up
What you talkin? bout throwin? them blows.
I got dem B?s and dem blows,


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What you want all 4.
Cuz you use to them fake a$$ hoes.
Use to them broke a$$ lows, go down hoes.
I?ll be goin? in on ya ends w/ 10?s.
On ya dub.
So show ya girl love.
I?m all in ya ear.
Cuz you smoking on that herb, and you bout to hit the curb,
and you getting on my nerves.
Shut Up.

[Chorus Pt. I:]
Every now and then you get mad.
You treat me bad and it makes me sad.
Always in the Street Chasin? A$$.
That?s why a B***h be naggin?.

[Chorus Pt. 2 (Repeat 2)]
Whomp [x5]
When you get here I?ll be gone.
I?ll always know I shoulda left ya a$$ alone.
That?s why a b***h be?

Look now you know it all about your loot *n*
Don?t be gettin? mad at me and actin? stupid.
I ain?t the one to be on the phone.
Imo hit tha streets,
I ain?t stayin home alone awesome dude.
I?m Gone
Yea I?m wit another friend.
And he got dividens.
And he drive a BIG BLACK BENZ.
You ain?t lookin? & stickin? & suckin? ^ on nothing.
?We ain?t all that?
Huh
Stop Frontin?.
Now it?s a damn shame you?z a mini-mi TRICK.
Ain?t never hand no love for no B***h.
Niggas cuz they hoes to me.
I?m only wit you because I chose to be.
But now I?m on my way up out tha door.
Do I wanna think about it?
Hell No
You Shoulda thought about it before.
I gotta leave you alone.
And Imo take everything in the home,
But the dog and the phone.
Biotch

[Chorus Pt. I:]
Every now and then you get mad.
You treat me bad and it makes me sad.
Always in the Street Chasin? A$$.
That?s why a B***h be naggin?.

[Chorus Pt. 2 (Repeat 2)]
Whomp [x5]
When you get here I?ll be gone.
I?ll always know I shoulda left ya a$$ alone.
That?s why a b***h be?

[Music Till End]

?Nag that BIOTCH?

Nag...



MIKE

 

[DrPizza]

Shortened for the sake of readability...

Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....

-----
show me a 7th grader that can do that.

8th grade maybe? All the person did was strung together a bunch of words starting (mostly) with the same letter. "Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large X-height letters and xylophone tones"
Show me a PhD who can make any sense out of that... nothing but dribble. (although, kudos to the 8th grader using the word "zealots")

 

[Nocturnal]

So which song met your criteria?

DrPizza, keep the post going. Anyone, just post the rap songs that you think have deep meaning. And to those trolling, stop.

 

[SP33Demon]

Tupac - Me and My Girlfriend

"I love finger fvckin you, all of a sudden I'm hearin thunder
When you bust a nut, n!ggaz be duckin or takin numbers
Love to watch you at a block party, beggin for drama
While unleashin on the old timers, that's on my mama
I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
the only girl that I adore, everything I'm askin for
Talkin to me beggin me to just, take you around
Seventeen like Brandy you just Wanna Be Down
Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet you move the crowd
Bustin rounds, activatin a riot, that's why I love you so
No control, down to roll, unleash
After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
Just hold me down, baby witness the power
Never leave a n!gga alone, I love you black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend!"

 

[Ikonomi]

Heh, if you think Blackalicious is on an 8th grade level, look up a few of their other songs.

 

[SP33Demon]

Jay-Z - Dead Presidents

"Know what? I'll make...
you and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly, ad-vance you coppin me
like white crystals, I gross the most
at the end of the fiscal year than these n!ggaz can wish to
The dead presidential, canidate
with the sprinkles and the presidental, ice that'll offend you
In due time when crime flees my mind
All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine
But until then, I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin' brilliant
I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
Long as the villian win
I spend Japan yen, attend major events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin'
J-A-Y hyphen, controllin, manipulatin'
I got a good life man, pounds and pence
Nuff dollars make sense, while you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead Presidents, ya know?!"


Jay-Z - Threat

"Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, then build +The Sands+ on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack n!ggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya G0d d@mn you
... I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
For the oil in your car lift up your hood n!gga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nuttin of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
... y'all n!ggaz is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
in your upper level, valet a couple strays
from the 38 special, n!gga, God bless you"

Jay-Z may have dumbed down his vocab to sell records, but his remarkable flow and metaphors/references are witty/clever, which in my book falls as "intelligent". Not to mention instant classics.

 

[RbSX]

Mr. Lif - Home of the Brave

Now let's talk about self expression, true expression
Open your minds without question
No doubt, tell me what you're thinking about
Let's try to set aside pride and clout
Can you believe I feel the same exact way you do?
You truly do believe these modern ways have fooled you
Systems exist so we never meet each other
Pretty soon from now that I'll long the word "brother"
And that's true if they see you walking with a crew
If you don't know, that means more than two
I'll tell you what they'll do
They'll pull over, hunt you over
Kick your ass, nightstick to your shoulder
I know it's unjust, as if it wasn't enough
If you try to fight back they're locking your ass up
And Chuck already told you that a cell is hell
But I'm waiting for the phone so I'll sit for a spell
Call the guard, tell him I'm a piece of God
With no beliefs in his streets or his boulevards
I eat, read so my mental is hard
And the heat from my anger just melted the bars
They reach for their guns so I put them to sleep
Break the chains and put the shoes back on my feet
He's on the loose with no discernible scars or marks
Just the mind of Mandela and the heart of Rosa Parks
So I dip, time to see the governor and mayor
Tell them life ain't fair and see if they care
Well they do, but only if they are the heir
So they appear to have a heart and make a flair
But they haven't done sh*t for us and that's a fact
Their only function is to keep the funny money where it's at
And it causes pain, stress

 

[konichiwa]

Originally posted by: DrPizza
Shortened for the sake of readability...

Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....

-----
show me a 7th grader that can do that.

8th grade maybe? All the person did was strung together a bunch of words starting (mostly) with the same letter. "Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large X-height letters and xylophone tones"
Show me a PhD who can make any sense out of that... nothing but dribble. (although, kudos to the 8th grader using the word "zealots")

Check out the whole song -- it goes from A-Z. You really think an eighth grader could do that? Oh and by the way the literary device you're referring to is called "alliteration" and it's no simple task.

 

[CT2TXtech]

Check out Nas, "We Will Survive"

 

[CT2TXtech]

Another Nas one

THis one was "Poppa was a Playa"
IN ATOT lingo would be something like
"My Father was a Womanizer"

Great song, wrote it about his father

 

[Skyclad1uhm1]

Originally posted by: konichiwa

Originally posted by: DrPizza
Shortened for the sake of readability...

Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....

-----
show me a 7th grader that can do that.

8th grade maybe? All the person did was strung together a bunch of words starting (mostly) with the same letter. "Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large X-height letters and xylophone tones"
Show me a PhD who can make any sense out of that... nothing but dribble. (although, kudos to the 8th grader using the word "zealots")

Check out the whole song -- it goes from A-Z. You really think an eighth grader could do that? Oh and by the way the literary device you're referring to is called "alliteration" and it's no simple task.

Most 8th graders would indeed be able to pick up a dictionary, pick out words on random and paste those together into meaningless lines.

 

[konichiwa]

Originally posted by: Skyclad1uhm1

Originally posted by: konichiwa

Originally posted by: DrPizza
Shortened for the sake of readability...

Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....

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show me a 7th grader that can do that.

8th grade maybe? All the person did was strung together a bunch of words starting (mostly) with the same letter. "Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large X-height letters and xylophone tones"
Show me a PhD who can make any sense out of that... nothing but dribble. (although, kudos to the 8th grader using the word "zealots")

Check out the whole song -- it goes from A-Z. You really think an eighth grader could do that? Oh and by the way the literary device you're referring to is called "alliteration" and it's no simple task.

Most 8th graders would indeed be able to pick up a dictionary, pick out words on random and paste those together into meaningless lines.

And I suppose this, on the other hand, is out of the reach of most 8th graders?

In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my serpentine
I, I wanna hear yous-cream

Welcome to the jungle
It gets worse here evryday
Ya learn ta live like an animal
In the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see
You'll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
But you better not take it from me

 

[alkemyst]

You'd be interested to read interviews of a lot of rockers that are well respected that give kudos to certain rappers.

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[anxi80]

Originally posted by: alkemyst
You'd be interested to read interviews of a lot of rockers that are well respected that give kudos to certain rappers.

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heh, i also like seeing rockers doing tracks with rappers. zach de la rocha wasnt a rapper at the time, but you could definetly tell he was influenced by it, and maynard james keenan of tool did a track with him. also, korn doing a track with ice cube. and metallica doing a track with ja rule (who would have ever guessed that years later, both of these artists get as much respect from me as a piece of gum stuck to my shoe).