The real rap A.K.A. Hip hop Revolutions

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HIP HOP REVOLUTIONS
"The machines are digging, and very fast. It wont be long before they reach their final destination, the sub-conscious mind. If the machines are successful in their attempt to dig deep into our minds, then the thin line between reality and the matrix of Hip Hop will forever be breached. The thin line between man and machine will forever be crossed. That is what this war is about isnt it, man vs. machine? These machines are constantly on the attack. You know the ones; the print machines, the radio, the television, the computers that tally up the billboard ratings, cell phones, Hip Hop video games, the boom boxes, etc. We gave them life, now they have taken on a life of their own. Yet every machine ever built is modeled after the human body in one way or another. You are the print machine every time you sit back a write those ill lyrics. You are the radio every time you spit those lyrics, or harmonize, or kick the beatbox and these sound waves travel and are received by others who are tuned into the frequency of your voice. When the brain is working at its full potential we have the ability to send and receive telepathic messages from anyone on the planet and beyond once we dial up the math of that individual, isnt that what a cell phone does? The brains ability to receive, analyze, transfer, process, and store data at extraordinary rates (especially people with melanin) make it the greatest computer ever built. For every machine that will build on the outside of our selves, our own abilities to perform the same task shut down. We become dependant on the machines. We no longer look inward for answers; we continue to look outside of ourselves to the machine world for solutions. That makes us the slave, and the machines the master over us.
Machines control the game of Hip Hop and are virtually unstoppable now. But the machines can only exist on one realm, the material, the realm of matter. We as humans have the ability to exist on multiple realms including the spirit realm, where the machines have no access. This is why 95% of the rappers who are plugged into the matrix of Hip Hop only rap about material things. The machines will never allow Emcees who are vibrating from the spirit realm to rule because that would be suicide. The machine worlds very existence depends on a rappers capacity to keep the masses thought stream locked into the world of substance. Rappers serve as conduits between the machines and us, the food source. When you plug into your favorite rapper, remember, your favorite rapper is plugged into the machine. Make no mistake about it; we are at war. As we speak the machines are digging. Its advantageous for us to fight the war on a level that maximizes our potential and minimizes the capabilities of the machines; that would be the spirit realm. The machines know this, thats why they will do everything in their powers to keep the war here where you have no chance of winning. War is constantly being launched against our higher selves (spirit), which is that little voice in our heads that tells us right from wrong and guides the lower self (Physical). The two have been disconnected and the little voice in our heads that we use to trust so much has been replaced with a thousand little voices, rappers who have taken over our conscience. And theyre all saying the same thing; theres nothing beyond what you see here; b***hes, cars, money, guns, and houses. The machine world has made it almost impossible to escape these artificial voices that govern you. Every time you turn on your radio, television, or pop in your favorite CD, you turn off your higher self and activate the mechanism which allows the machines to keep digging and digging and digging. Even when you turn off the machines, if you continue to hum the lyrics of your favorite rapper and his lyrics are machine controlled via materialism, destruction, or non spiritual, the machines will continue to dig. The louder these voices become and the more you ignore your higher self which is the only true voice within you, it will begin to fade until it can no longer be heard at all. Thats when the machines set up shop in the subconscious mind and begin to control your every move. You become nothing more than a human machine. We used to believe in a higher force or a higher sense of self that connected us to the force, now we only believe in the machines.

In the matrix of Hip Hop, the machines can make you or break you. We all knew 50 Cents albums Get Rich or Die Trying and The Massacre were going to be huge successes, not because of his tight lyrics or stage presence which we know he has, but mainly because it was machine manufactured months before the albums even dropped. The machine world used all of its resources and pulled out all the stops to ensure that we would make these albums ..1. Remember, as I mentioned in my previous article (escape the matrix), once we collectively download and accept the programming from the machines (via magazines, radio, video,) we make it real. And since 50 stuck to protocol by not saying anything spiritual, he was justly rewarded for keeping millions of minds locked into his subject matter. I think Jay Z put it best on a song called; A moment of Clarity, off the Black album when he said: (Im paraphrasing) if he wanted to he could rhyme like Common and Talib, and say something conscious that might awaken the streets. But he knows very well that the further he moves up the spiritual ladder, the less material rewards he will receive. So he said to hell with being broke. Ill just dumb down my lyrics (in the process dumb down the streets) so I can cash out. In other words: why live like a servant in heaven, when I can live like a king in hell. Most of the giants in the Hip Hop game know better than to violate the laws of the matrix by trying to free the food source. Their career would be over in an instant. The matrix could easily download any of the many programs at its disposal designed to destroy the very thing it createdyou or the virtual you. I say the virtual you because the only you that really matters to the matrix of Hip Hop is the image of you, which is not really you at all. Stand in the sun and there will be you and a reflection or image of you. Naturally you are the sole controller of your own image. Ludacris said it best when he sang: When I move you move, just like that, however imagine not being able to control your own shadow? The machines have found a way to disconnect the two, then project the virtual you (shadow) into a game-like simulation called; the matrix of Hip Hop. When you begin to believe in the image of you (-) more than the real you (+), you reconnect the two, giving that particular program life. The power then shifts from what is real to what is unreal. How many rappers are actually thugs? Yet how many rappers after reading hundreds of machine manufactured articles promoting their image, start believing that this is who they really are, thus they begin acting on this belief system? They become so trapped into living up to the image of themselves that the true essence of them (spirit) begins to die. All the while the architect is in total control. Hes the one controlling the joystick; youre just a player in the game. These rappers put so much of their life force into the game that if the architect decided to take his joystick and kill off their player, they would die in the real world. In the first Matrix movie, Neo asked Morpheus; if I die in the matrix will I die here? And Morpheus answered; Yes. The body cannot live without the mind.

We are celestial beings trapped in a virtual machine made world that we think is real. The matrix of Hip Hop has designed certain programs to make this seem as real as possible. One of these programs is called the Hip Hop star program. The matrix knows that we are an ancient people who were guided by the movements and alignments of the heavenly stars. We were, and still are star gazers who receive information and instructions from those beams of light emanating from the heavens. For most of us it is a forgotten science, but to ensure that we dont re-awaken, the matrix has created advanced technology called; H.A.A.R.P., which are big powerful antennas used to create a force field around the planet to block out the rays of the sun as well as the stars. We have been cut off from the rest of the universe. The Hip Hop program was then activated. Now instead of looking up and being guided by stars out in the galaxy, we receive our instructions from the Hip Hop constellation. Our entire life is influenced by the J-Lo star, the 50 cent star, the Cash Money star, etc. We watch these Hip Hop stars rise (P. Diddy), and fall (Biggie), and are affected by every degree in between. Some of these stars shine brighter than others and have more potent effects on us. At the moment the Jay-Z star is the brightest in our constellation, so his influence can be felt by many in the Hip hop universe. Since all of these Hip Hop stars are machine made, the light that we receive is actually artificial light. And sitting at the controls is the architect. These stars can be manipulated into making us feel happy, sad, angry, militant, or sexual. These emotions are all different forms of energy that can easily be processed into food for the machines. The question that I ask you fellow Hip Hoppas is: Which stars are you being guided by?

How can we defeat such powerful forces? Forces that not only have machines that can destroy us, but thousands of wanna be rappers, producers, and DJs with demos in their pockets ready to be inserted into the matrix to protect it. And lets not forget the millions of fans whose manipulated thought process created the matrix to begin with. The very Hip Hoppas that we are trying to save are our enemies. They will fight to the death to protect this system. And anyone that we havent unplugged is potentially an agent controlled by the machines. These agents are on every corner of every neighborhood throughout the Hip Hop Diaspora awaiting instructions from the mainframe to attack. This is nothing more than slaves protecting its master. The revolution will not be televised, but will be spiritualized. We cannot rely on machines to defeat machines. We can no longer use their machines for weapons or communication. By doing so, we play right into the hands of our enemies. We must raise ourselves up to a much higher frequency, a frequency band that can only be accessed and operated from the spirit realm. The Hip Hop revolution is only for those who truly love and respect the art. Its only for those initiates who live and breathe Hip Hop as a way of life. This battle will be long and hard fought. And we will have to use unconventional methods of war if we are to even have a chance to preserve real Hip Hop (Zion). The chosen few will be those who choose themselves. Are you ready to fight for Hip Hop? Then let the war begin.

However, theres one thing that must be done before we can engage into battle, we must consult the Oraclethe true Oracle, mother earth. When we tune into her, she will reveal all of her secrets to us. By consulting her, we can learn about our glorious past as well as future events to come. The architect has been trying to destroy the Oracle for some time now by building concrete cities everywhere to disconnect us as well as using its machines to pollute the environment, and fires to burn her to the ground. The Oracle has been trying to contact us, but the architect has killed off her messengers; the fruits, vegetables, and water supply which the Oracle used to store information for us to access. The architect has made it almost impossible for you to consult her, but there are still ways she can be reached. Initiates listen closely; if you are not smoking weed for the sole purpose of contacting the Oracle, your wasting you time! If youre not tapping into that bottle of spirits (liquor) with the intent to make contact with the Oracle, youre doing a disservice to the revolution. If youre dropping ecstasy and your mission is not to reach altered states of consciousness so that you can see beyond the illusion that is the matrix of Hip Hop, then youre only burning up your brain cells and helping the matrix burn up Zion in the process. Its the use, not the abuse of these drugs that can be beneficial. You can use them to become one with the Oracle. In Matrix Revolutions; agent Smith absorbed the Oracle. By becoming one with her, he inherited all of her powers. With the proper intent, we too can use and transform any and all of the earths elements as we see fit. Hip Hop itself is made up of the four elements; earth, air, fire, and water. The graf artist represents the earth element because he uses the concrete to paint pictures, symbols, and glyphs. The DJ represents the air element because the sound waves that he generates on the ones and twos need air to travel. A real EMCEE spits fire. And the fluid body movement of the dancer represents the water element. If we are powerful enough alchemist to transform the earths elements into a way of life called Hip Hop, then we are powerful enough to destroy the matrix.

I began this chapter by saying that the machines were digging into our subconscious mind to illustrate that All Is Mental. The matrix only exists in our mind, but how many of us have time to think anymore? The thinking is done for us by the machines, all we have to do is push a button, dial a number, or access the web which only leaves us tangled and confused. Kool Herc, Afrika Bambaataa, The Cold Crush Brothers, and many other Hip Hop Gods collectively thought Hip Hop into existence. Now they need us to collectively think the machine world that has corrupted Hip Hop out of existence so that real Hip Hop (Zion) can survive. This will not be the first matrix that we destroy. This is actually the sixth version; there was Jazz, Blues, Rock, gospel, and Doo Wop. But Hip Hop has been the matrix most successful version. This makes it the most dangerous. It will take the mental concentration of all who want to save Hip Hop to bring the machines reign to an end. I think Dead Prez said it best; Turn off the radio, turn off the television, turn off the computer, Turn off the machines and turn on your mind. This is when the real revolution will begin. When artist begin to make music that resonates from the heart chakra (love) again, instead of for the soul purpose of material gains, the power shifts back to us. When artist are willing to rhyme on the corner again to pay the rent without the help of machines, the machine world will crumble overnight. These are revolutionary tactics for 2006 and beyond. The past of Hip Hop is the future of Hip Hop. This is the main reason that the machines are trying to destroy Zion. The Gods created Hip Hop without the use of machines, and any machines that they used to assist them like; mics, turntables, and amps, they had total mastery over. This means that Hip Hop can only be saved through the same mental channels, peace."
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I read this on myspace, it was posted by Dj Qbert. I found it interesting because now an days Rap is always talking about material things but not like before. When I was reading this, I thought about songs like" Thugz Mansion" "Running( Dying to live" "Worst comes to Worst" and " That way" I know there is many more but I want people's opinions on this. Is it true, if you can think back about Rap or hip hop in its early stages. The emcees where talking about life and how they ran it. But now in days, we have Rappers talk about women, cars and things that we want. Give me your opinion about this either good or bad.Thanks for the time to read this and here is the original linkHere - Nightkid
 
So that's when Luke Skywalker turned off his computer, and blew up the Death Star.

I admire DJ Qbert for being the true record-diety that he is, but he;s approaching the level of these people. We need computers for certain purposes, but not all purposes. 'Nuff said.

I've said plenty about the current sate of Hip Hop, and I just feel it's speaking to a younger generation now. Meh.
 
There is plenty of "real rap" out there today. The problem is that it isn't as popular as commercial rap.

Commercial Rap is what I like to call the "material-based" rap addressed by this topic. Most of these guys are morons who are just tools of the labels. Everything is just so pushed and pressured into society (especially the oh-so-vulnerable youth). It's really just up to the individual to break away from the stupid and explore things that channel their own emotions and match their own personal expression rather than swallowing whatever the labels and the mainstream shove down their throats. But, I mean, if they truly enjoy that kind of garbage, then all hope is lost for them anyway. ;)

Anyway, I think, from what I understand, is that Q-bert is saying that we all lack the ability to create our own music/expression, and I suppose that's all laced into the garbage that people shove into their ears and the total dependence on it.

I really don't know, because I'm not one of those people, but, the problem here is that, assuming Q-bert is trying to reach out and change something, the people who have access to this more than likely do not have the "machine-slave" problem, and the people that DO won't understand the symbolism or what the hell he was talking about, given that they could even take the time and effort to read the whole thing or have the capacity to read in the first place.
 
Commercial rap is so radically stupid that people just flock to it. Decent rap doesn't make the money because it doesn't glorify illegal activity, treating women badly and valuing money above all.
 
nightkids4ever
I found it interesting because now an days Rap is always talking about material things but not like before. When I was reading this, I thought about songs like" Thugz Mansion" "Running( Dying to live" "Worst comes to Worst" and " That way" I know there is many more but I want people's opinions on this. Is it true, if you can think back about Rap or hip hop in its early stages. The emcees where talking about life and how they ran it. But now in days, we have Rappers talk about women, cars and things that we want. Give me your opinion about this either good or bad.

I've been listening to rap almost from it inception, back in the day. There has been some awesome rap n hip hop, but its been drowned in a sea of comercialism. To say that old skool was more true, is a lie. Trust me, they were rappin' bout the same things back then too, just the words were different. Take these line from Rappers Delight (1979) - the first hip hop single to become a Top 40 hit.

Big Bank Hank
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S, an' the O-V-A
and the rest is F-L-Y
ya see: I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
and these reasons I'll tell ya why
ya see: I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun
and I dress to a T
ya see: I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously
I got bodyguards, I got two big cars
that definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school, I take a dip in the pool
which is really on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see
the Knicks play basketball
Hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards
more money than a sucker could ever spend
but I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker
not a dime til I made it again
Ya go: Hotel, Motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)
Ya say: I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin,
drive off in a def O.J.
Everybody go: Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn
Say: If your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, am I mellow?
It's on you so what you gonna do?

If you altered some of the wording and included a few swear words, it would sound the same as anything released nowadays. IMO rap is just story telling; and just like story telling it can be real, tall, or make believe. You just have to sort the wheat from the chaff.

If your looking for some Intelligent rap, look no further than Tupac Shakur. Apart from a rapper, he was an accomplished poet. He rapped about what he saw, and not like the comercial crew who rap about what they got. This is only my opinion, everyone will see it differently, thats the beauty of rap, it means so much to so many on so many levels.
 
https://www.gtplanet.net/forum/showthread.php?t=74404&highlight=lupe+fiasco

Once in a while, a rap CD comes out with something totally fresh (in terms of music production and album sound) such as N*E*R*D's "In Search Of," Outkast's "Aquemini," Aaliyah's self titled album, The Fugee's "The Score," Kanye West's "College Dropout," Dr. Dre's "The Chronic," the Men In Black soundtrack, and Slick Rick's "The Art of Storytelling."

Well, after listening to Lupe Fiasco's first single "Kick Push" off his MySpace, I think his first album coming out early next year "Food & Liquor" is gonna be a hit. The subject matter (in this song) isn't about bling, it's a comparative metaphor between true love and skateboarding. The production sounds like where he comes from...very "Chicagoan."

He has another song called "Failure" which has that jazzy vibe to it too along with "Much More." He's a protege of Kanye West (of his music production) and a good friend of Jay-Z.

The kinda music coming out of this artist has that underground vibe to it but with a sort of confidence that comes from a mainstream artist.
 
...I stopped listening to Rap music for the most part years ago because it got so distastefull and every rapper got so full of themselves that it just got to the point of stupidity. Now we have jackasses making millions of dollars with sub-par rap albums just rapping about Escalades and 22" wheels...

Granted, I do ocassionally tune into the local rap station every once in a while to see what is going on. Little John is probably the only new guy I like, and thats about it.

...Rap needs to go back to where that "Kick-Push" song is. Something like "The Humpty-Dance," "Parents Just Don't Understand," etc.
 
magburner
I've been listening to rap almost from it inception, back in the day. There has been some awesome rap n hip hop, but its been drowned in a sea of comercialism. To say that old skool was more true, is a lie. Trust me, they were rappin' bout the same things back then too, just the words were different.
I guess I listen to Bone thugz n harmony..I consider that old school due to the fact that I was listening it during my child hood. Like right now,Im listening to "Warren G and Mack Ten- I want it all" which talks about dreams of a young boy but who knows but I kind of know what you mean.


If you altered some of the wording and included a few swear words, it would sound the same as anything released nowadays. IMO rap is just story telling; and just like story telling it can be real, tall, or make believe. You just have to sort the wheat from the chaff.
Window Shopper- 50 cent. Hate it or love it- The game and 50 cent , First of tha month- Bone thugz

If your looking for some Intelligent rap, look no further than Tupac Shakur. Apart from a rapper, he was an accomplished poet. He rapped about what he saw, and not like the comercial crew who rap about what they got. This is only my opinion, everyone will see it differently, thats the beauty of rap, it means so much to so many on so many levels.
One mic- Nas, Slippin - DMX, Who we be- DMX( well, if you kind of notice that most of DMX's songs are about life ie: I miss you, Where the hood at). Im one of the listeners that love that kind of music, the rap that tells about a life or an issue.
Commercial rap is so radically stupid that people just flock to it. Decent rap doesn't make the money because it doesn't glorify illegal activity, treating women badly and valuing money above all.
Nas- I Can
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Now an days I listen to instrumentals, Dj Qbert's music and Dj Shadow's music.When people listen to my Mp3, they ask me" Are you going to become a rapper?" I usually say this:" Im a rapper" then they will say no and I will say" Im a gangsta" They will luagh a bit, then I will say" Im a gangsta rapper"
(that part of the 50 cent was the best)
 
Swift
Commercial rap is so radically stupid that people just flock to it. Decent rap doesn't make the money because it doesn't glorify illegal activity, treating women badly and valuing money above all.


What about Common?



Ive just realised that maybe the UK hip hop and rap scene isnt all that bad, our rappers remind me of the US ones of the 80's by the stuff they talk about, but I reckon if they did get rich theyd just copy our US cousins.

I think ultimately if the grime scene can be consistent in making decent instrumentals it could take off, because the MC's never talk about money or hoes or bitches, 22's or big bootys. They just talk about life in general, but ultimately the radio DJ's control the path of hiphop, because theyre the ones who dont give airplay to songs that have meanings, and just stick with the stuff thats guaranteed a success.
 
Poverty
What about Common?

What about him? Obviously, not all rappers get into the stupidity of pure commercialism. But the majority do. And it's garbage. It's not music, it's not art, it's barely entertainment. I'm still trying to figure out the appeal to these idiots.
 
Poverty
what kind of music do you listen to?

I assume you're talking to me. :)

I USED to listen to most everything except country and opera. I listened to hard rock, R&B, Hip Hop(from the 80's), Pop and the like. Now it's all Gospel and Jazz.

I got out of heavy rap even before I was saved because I just felt that it was stupid and deplorable. It's fine to talk about how it is "in the streets" but what are they doing to help the streets? Most of the them, nothing. Not to mention the criminal records, illegitimate children and all the other fun stuff that goes along with being a rapper today.
 
Poverty
last I heard 50 cent was planning on making computers with apple for poorer people.

How about making a scholarship that students can work towards and earn for college? Computers aren't going to solve anything. People need to recognize that the shortcut just isn't going to work except for 1% of the people. Education is the surest way to get ahead. But people don't want that, they want the shortcut...
 
theres still alot of people who cant afford a computer or dont have the internet. I think everychilkd should grow up with a PC to mess around with, as it sure taught me alot. Scholarships arent necessary. If people are serious about higher education they will get a loan and/or a part time job.
 
Poverty
theres still alot of people who cant afford a computer or dont have the internet. I think everychilkd should grow up with a PC to mess around with, as it sure taught me alot. Scholarships arent necessary. If people are serious about higher education they will get a loan and/or a part time job.

How are you going to get a loan with no collateral and no job? do you know how much college costs? It's not pretty much impossible to just work your way through college.

Giving people computers and the internet isn't even remotely part of the problem. If a rapper really wanted to help, he'd talk about abstinance, education and having a good work ethic. Instead, they talk about sex, illegal activity and being lazy.

There are ways to help people. But you have to help the people that are willing to earn it.

However, this is getting really off topic. So let's keep it so how dumb the "commercial" rap is. :sly:
 
I don't really listen to much rap, because most of it is a wasteland, as Swift says. Every once in a while, I'll be introduced to some good rap, and I love it.

When rap is good, it's amazing. When it's bad (which is usually), it's unbearable.

Swift
How about making a scholarship that students can work towards and earn for college? Computers aren't going to solve anything. People need to recognize that the shortcut just isn't going to work except for 1% of the people. Education is the surest way to get ahead. But people don't want that, they want the shortcut...
Not to belabor the point, but how many kids in the ghetto do you think actually want to be educated? Their heros are rappers and athletes who didn't spend their efforts on school. Remember, 50 Cent is an ex drug dealer who got caught up in a life of violence. Hardly the perfect life model to follow. The fact that he's gotten away from that, and is trying to do anything charitable is honorable, in my opinion. I agree with you that education is the best thing to keep people away from a life of crime, but if 50 Cent started pandering education, he'd be a bit of a hypocrite.
 
Swift
How are you going to get a loan with no collateral and no job? do you know how much college costs? It's not pretty much impossible to just work your way through college.

Giving people computers and the internet isn't even remotely part of the problem. If a rapper really wanted to help, he'd talk about abstinance, education and having a good work ethic. Instead, they talk about sex, illegal activity and being lazy.

There are ways to help people. But you have to help the people that are willing to earn it.

However, this is getting really off topic. So let's keep it so how dumb the "commercial" rap is. :sly:

Its called a student loan, you dont need a job or collateral to get it, and you dont even need to pay it back till you get a job with a wage over a certain amount. But thats how it works in the UK but it cant be all that different in the US, as I know for a fact that its more expensive to do Uni over here by a large margin. Hell my sister got a student loan and still had enough money left to go on holiday.

And arguably 50 cent isnt all that bad of a rolde model, he says he makes sure his son does his homework, hes the hardest workin man in the Hip Hop industry and in his music he says that he worked his ass off to get to where he is now, even when he was selling his drugs.

I think if it was either cheap pc's for everyone or 10 thousand extra available scolarships Id go with the PC's.
 
Poverty
And arguably 50 cent isnt all that bad of a rolde model, he says he makes sure his son does his homework, hes the hardest workin man in the Hip Hop industry and in his music he says that he worked his ass off to get to where he is now, even when he was selling his drugs.
He isn't a bad role model at all but 50 cent needed one thing to burst his dreams.
50 Cent met up with Jam Master Jay of Run-DMC and was signed to his label to write all of his music. After leaving Jam Master Jay, he teamed up with the hip-hop production duo Track Masters. 50 Cent was signed to Columbia Records in 1997. The controversial single "How to Rob", an ode to robbing a slew of industry rappers, was a hit on the radio. The next single, "Ghetto Qu'ran", started a feud with the drug kingpin Kenneth "Supreme" McGriff who was the leader of the New York gang called the "Supreme Team." In the song he says, "'Preme was the Business man and Prince (Supreme's cousin) was the killer." His debut album Power of the Dollar was shelved, and subsequently 50 Cent left Columbia Records shortly after being shot in 2000.
50 cent is all about business, ever since he made his debut in the US. He started to make G-unit( which has become annoying now...) and that started some problems with its members ( I.E: The Game vs G-Unit or G-unot vs G- unit) but anyways. Emcees make it anyway they can. For example: The Game
The Game was born and went to high school in Compton. He grew up in a primarily Crip neighborhood known as Santana Block, although he eventually became a member of the Cedar Block Piru Bloods.[2] The rapper's nickname was coined by his grandmother, who said that he was always "Game" for anything.

The Game had a short stint at Washington College for a promising basketball career before being kicked out because of drug allegations,[5] it was then that he started fully embracing street life and turning towards selling drugs. The Game was shot five times in the chest, arms and legs after a failed drug deal in 2001. This attack supposedly put him in a three day coma. While recovering in the hospital, he decided to pursue a career in the rap industry.
It may be a bad example, but no matter how it turns, this is all popularity. But no matter what, any person can consider them selves from the hood IMo...that might be my rambling soo..I'll read it over for now and for your entertainment read the popular 300 bars and running lyrics But here is the hatred from the Game
C'mon man, what happened to the thug?
Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging
***** got mad when The Game start buzzing
and
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake
So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away
Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay
Let me out so I can drive down criminal way
Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal Jay
The summer too hot, and I want the winter to stay
Cuz I'm a cold ***** when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them shells going into my gauge
I hand 'em off to Dre, he turned them into granades
And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game
Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain
Now back to reality, my gun and my vest
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West
Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob
Whole crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot like that wit Satan
And the only thing I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the more willing to snake 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch where I take 'em
Compton Swap meet, to get me some All-Stars
When Game in the house, they they callin all cars
Cuz they heard about what went on in D.C.
Heard about Hot 97, my beef with 50
 
Common had it right in 1994 and it's only got worse since then.

Common Sense
I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
on the regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York nig**z, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
and just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her

Now periodically I would see
ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body but she started gettin thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that's how we got close
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And I'm a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in L.A.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, afrocentricity, was of the past
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle ****
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her tit**es hung

I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative
But once the man got you well he altered her native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
that she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb ****, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta b**ches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only ****s with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I'm committed, but so many nig**z hit it
That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see nig**z slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back hopin that the **** stop
Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop
 
You can say Common is a good example but to other people like me( or I think) say DMX
[DMX]
Uhh, yeah
Another one of those - this is for my ****a Q - down to earth joints
Rest in peace baby, you're not for me dawg

[Chorus]
They don't knooow, who we beee
They don't knooow, who we beee

[DMX over Chorus]
That's how many that don't know, they knew I could do it!
This goes out to my **** Q - rest in peace baby
They still ain't ready...

[DMX]
What they don't know is!
The bull****, the drama (uhh), the guns, the armour (what?)
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?!)
The projects, the drugs (uhh!), the children, the thugs
(uhh!) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!)
The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uhh!)
The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often (why?!)
The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em (what?!)
Yonkers, the Bronx (uhh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (c'mon!)
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uhh!)
The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uhh!)
The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?!)
The studios, the shows, comes, and it goes (c'mon!)
The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!)
The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me
(whoo!) The snakes, the grass, too long, to see (uhh, uhh!)
The lawnmower, sittin, right next, to the tree (c'mon!)

[Chorus 2X]

[DMX]
What we seeing is!
The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment (uh-huh)
The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked
(aight) The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle (uh-huh)
The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble" (damn!)
The snitches, the odds (uhh), probation, parole (what?!)
The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole (damn!)
The cell, the bus, the ride, up North (uh-huh)
The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts (uhh!)
The fightin, the stabbin, the pullin, the grabbin (what?!)
The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened
(what?!) The two years in a box, revenge, the plots (uhh!)
The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not
(uhh!) The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile (aight!)
The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you
(damn) The days, the months, the years, dispair
One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer

[Chorus 2X]

[DMX]
This here is all about!
My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh)
Through the night, I was his (uh-huh), it was right, but I did
(uh-huh) My ups, and downs (uhh), my slips, my falls (uhh)
My trials and tribulations (uhh), my heart, my balls (uhh)
My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em (uhh!)
Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em
(uhh!) The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats (what, what?!)
The guns, knives and bats, everytime we scrap
The hustlin, the dealin, the robbin, the stealin (uhh!)
The ****, hit the ceilin, little boy, with no feelin's
(damn) The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage
Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a twelve gauge
(aight!) Somebody stop me (please!), somebody come and get me
(what?!) Little did I know, that the Lord was ridin with me
The dark, the light (uhh), my heart (uhh), the fight (uhh)
The wrong (uhh!), the right (uhh!), it's gone (uhh!), aight?

[Chorus 4X]

[DMX over Chorus]
Man listen
These********** don't know, who we are!
They don't know
They couldn't possibly ***** know dawg
That's from the heart
or
"Slippin"

Ha ha ha ha ha ha uhh
See to live is to suffer but to survive
Well that's to find meaning in the suffering.

[Chorus]
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear **** up!
[Repeat]

[1]
I been through mad different phases like Masons
To find my way & now I know that happy days are not far away
If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids
Doing something more constructive with they time
Than bids I know because I been there
Now I'm in there sit back & look
At what it took for me to get there
First came the bull**** the drama with my mama
She got on the fly **** until i split
And said that I'ma be that seed
That doesn't need much to succeed
Strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was
Baggin' *****s when I caught a buzz
For thinking about how short I was
Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell
Group homes & institutions, prepare my ass for jail
They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man
When I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand
Damn, was it my fault, somethin' I did
To make a father leave his first kid at 7 doin' my first bid?
Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be living high off the hog
And I never gave a **** about much but my dog
That's my only mother****a I had offered my last
Just another little ***** headed nowhere fast

[Chorus]

[2]
That ain't the half **** get's worse as I get older
Actions become bolder heart got colder
Chip on my shoulder that I dared a ***** to touch
Didn't need a click cause I scared a ***** that much
One deep went to for kicks
Catchin' vicks throwin' bricks gettin by bein' slick
Used to get high just to get by used to have to puff my L
In the morning before I get fly
I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin'
I did some coke now I'm ready to take something
3 years later showing signs of stress
Didn't keep my hair cut or give a *** how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side livin' the cruddy life
**** like this kept a ***** with a bloody knife
Wanna make records but I'm ******* it up
I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up

[Chorus]

[3]
Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom
*****s talking **** like damn look how that rock got him
Open like a window no more Indo look at a video
Sayin' to myself that could've been yo on the TV
Believe me it could be done somethin's got to give
It's got to change cause I've got a son
I've got to do the right thing for shorty
And that means no more getting high drinking forties
So I get back lookin' type slick again
Fake *****s jump back on my **** again
Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel
& much respect to all my *****s that kept it real
Kept a ***** strong kept a ***** from doin wrong
*****s know who they is and this is yo ***** song
And to my boo who stuck with a ***** through
All the bull**** you'll get yours because it's due

[Chorus]

Can't get up...I gots to get up
This is from the heart baby, don't get it twisted
Ahh X RATED!!!!!
 
Yep, I've spent quite some time listening to some of DMX's stuff and I think he can be a good example, but he can also go into the guns/women/drugs rubbish.
 
Tupac kept it real, he talked about things everybody could relate to, and thats why hes legendary. Like keep your head up, and letter to my mama.
 
Poverty
I think if it was either cheap pc's for everyone or 10 thousand extra available scolarships Id go with the PC's.

And that's why poor people have a "I deserve X because I'm a citizen" mentality.
 
Poverty
Tupac kept it real, he talked about things everybody could relate to, and thats why hes legendary. Like keep your head up, and letter to my mama.
its Dear mama
 
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