Is rap music poetry?

Why shouldn't it be
>inb4 "I don't like it"

Is blink 182 music pottery
?
It's Labor day and my grandpa just ate seven fuckin' hotdogs
It's Labor day and my grandpa just ate seven fuckin' hotdogs
and he shit shit shits his pants.
He's always fuckin' shittin' his pants
And I'll never talk to you again
unless your dad will suck me off
I'll never talk to you again
unless your mom will touch my cock
I'll never talk to you again
ejaculate into a sock
I'll never talk to you again,
I'll never talk to you again

>implying that’s a rap song

ahlll thuuuhhh smaaaaall thieeeengs
>...
work sucks ieeee knoohhhh

I WANNA FUCK YOUR DOG IN THE ASS

I believe the author is writing something incredibly profound here. She wishes to "turn down" the outside noise telling her to conform to society's norms, but literally, "for what?" What good will that do her, as she hates herself outside of the choking demands of contemporary life. Ergo, she says "fire up that loud" (turn the noise up again) and she turns to the demonic medicine that calms her soul, alcohol "shots shots shots", and resumes her metaphysical questioning.

AHAHHA UPVOTE UPVOTE, PARTY MUSIC IS VAPID!!! NOT LIKE MY HP LOVECRAFT :3

why is agitprop in the bible

>Likes Memecraft
>Pretends he isnt vapid
Sorry friendo, but your shitty "horror" books have no place here ;^)

It is vapid though. Hating bad things is good. Don't defend bad things because it's cliche to hate them. It's cliche because it's normal.

loud is reefer. kys fag

LOOK AT ME
LOOK AT ME
FUCK ON ME
LOOK AT ME AY
FUCK ON ME YUH LOOK AT ME AY
LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME YEAH
FUCK ON ME YEAH
LOOK AT ME YEAH FUCK ON ME
LOOK AT ME FUCK ON ME YA
LOOK AT ME FUCK ON ME
YEAH AY

why do stirnerist listen to lil pump?

Lil Jon is obviously for partying, but I'm sure you don't know what that is, nerd. Why do you poseurs try to be so highbrow on this particular board?

What is this, SomethingAwful circa 2013? Stop trying to be post-ironic by acting like you've transcended nerd elitism and you're one of the COOL nerds who can appreciate Lil Jon. It's like watching my grandma use the Internet. Who are you on WEIRD TWITTER???? XDD

>le Dunning-Kruger Effect xD
Why doth'st've redditards recite this as if it's some magical incantation that automatically makes them win an argument?

Are the roll the rolling stones poetry?
Well, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, you can lean on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, you can lean on me

She said, my breasts, they will always be open
Baby, you can rest your weary head right on me
And there will always be a space in my parking lot
When you need a little coke and sympathy

Yeah we all need someone we can dream on
And if you want it baby, you can dream on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on
Yeah and if you want to, you can cream on me

I was dreaming of a steel guitar engagement
When you drunk my health in scented jasmine tea
But you knifed me in my dirty filthy basement
With that jaded, faded, junky nurse oh what pleasant company, ha

Though, we all need someone we can feel on
Yeah and if you want it, you can feel on me, hey
Take my arm, take my leg
Oh baby don't you take my head
Hoo

Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah but if you want it, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah yeah and if you want it baby why don't ya
You can bleed on me
All over, hoo

Ah, get it on rider, hoo
Get it on rider
Get it on rider
You can bleed all over me, yeah
Get it on rider, hoo
Get it on rider, yeah
You can cream all over, you can come all over me, ah
Get it on rider ey
Let it out rider
Let it out rider
You can come all over me

Get it on rider
You can come all over me, yeah

Get it on rider

Nobody above the age of 14 thinks Blink-182 is good

Even if you take dudes like Nas, Biggie, Kendrick, Mick Jenkins, or God forbid J. Cole or Run The Jewels their highest and best songs with the best lyrics are nothing to Shakespeare or Homer or Yeats or any canonized poet, not to mention those I don't know. Kanye and Outkast are two exceptions I can think of right now because their music is more than lyrics. I'm not listening to Pearl Jam or The Police because the lyrics, so I'm not going to compare them to poetry, so the music or melody in a rap song better be damn good. I'm not gonna treat with this sarcasm but there's a melody here

But im 32 and thought they were good since Cheshire cat. Although the last good album they made was the mark tom and Travis show.

What did they mean by this?

Redditors think saying the name of a logical fallacy is the same as arguing. See: the laughably terrible sticky on /pol/

>My lean cost more than your rent, oou
>Your mama still live in a tent, yug
>Still slanging dope in the jets, huh
>Me and my grandma take meds, oou

WDHMBD?

worrying if the lyrics are good enough to be considered poetry is for multisyllable words obsessed backpacker faggots
youtube.com/watch?v=T-42CEbArek

yeah, you just picked a shit song lmao '"rap""

you shoulda picked gucci gang dumbfuck

not like you'd ever know good rap though, beta lanket. also you knowing good rap won't ever make a difference cause you're still always gay

all these fucking nerds 2 elite 2 bump pump

Overly praising lyrical rap is painful desu.

>heh, i'm down with the blacks, see, when they mimick enlightened intelligence just like my favourite fedora poets

the patrician is all about production
youtube.com/watch?v=Ns167_llTiA

Rap? No. Hip hop? Yeah sometimes.

>I'm so goddamn tired, can't tell if I'm done, or just un-inspired
>And don't give me that you can be somebody speech
>That ain't your place, let me be
>I'm an example of a candle lit life
>With electric relaxation, brain trampled by devotion
>To remote control channel changin
>Something provoked the whole globe to lower expectations
>Damn, what's wrong with my generation?
>We was the cream of the crop but it seems we've been robbed
>That's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a job
>And every day it gets less and less exciting
>I would make a difference but I'm busy faking this instead of trying
>Change my shift from now to never and I'll pretend I'm fine
>Why am I always stuck at the shitty end of the assembly line
>I guess I'm built to be intoxicated with hope
>Sometimes it's a journey, most of the time it's just a bad joke
>And in my skull there's a junk drawer I can't organize
>The first to come in last to leave we'll never be immortalized
>This sort of life is completely overrated, I'm sick of being the
>Only one I know that's trying to make it
>So right now I'm heading home, got Sounds of >Nature Volume 1 in
>My headphones and half a bottle of prednizone
>That's the reaction to an overdose of passion
>Brainless, stagnant...ain't it magic?

>I never knew ambition could be so fuckin disgusting
>I earn a good comission but it makes me feel so ugly
>I'm on some not even knowing I'm an illuminatus just as long
>As playin' agent don't disrupt my funeral's progress
>I ain't changin for you I ain't reaching for the sky, >I would
>If you could give me one good reason why I should even try
>Because after a while this never ending lame game of what's better
>Could fracture your smiles mainframe forever
>It's so fun to be in love..or so I've heard
>The meaning has no feeling even though I understand the words
>I used to try to make heaven right here on earth but that'll only
>Happen if you find someone else to do the work
>I'll be suprised when my psychosis turns out to keep the driving focus
>While I hold the same blurred cloud as burnt out dope heads
>So for now my worthless counterwork has found a purpose everytime a pound of dirt's produced I get my frown refurbished
>Two for one specials, if you order shoulder devils, head swoll
>Running out of petrol but I won't let go of this gas pedal
>'Til I'm settled and they finally wet me with that sweet blind security
>So insecure and messy, mark today the day that dedication died
>Instead of saying goodbye, I'm staying praying that'll I'll stay alive
>Because even though I know I hate to love you so much
>I got no better place to go, that's why I always show up
>Damn

based kodak with the orange aesthetic and the fat old negro dance

there is nothing more pathetic than white hipster dorks trying to pretend they like rap

it's even more scary when you meet them in real life, it's like a reddit/Veeky Forums meetup with that kind of awkward shuffling kayfabe where they all want to say "h-heh, no one's going to make fun of me for saying internet catchphrases in real life, r-right?" and once it's established that they're all equally embarrassing they go hog wild with the cringe.

imagine you come across a group of two east asian CS majors and a brown indian political science major and one skinny white guy with a ponytail and they're all giggling furtively about how "in on the joke" they are for liking rap, and that's these guys:
that's who is behind these posts

ironically liking rap is one of the most pathetic forms of ideology (getting memed) i have ever seen. it's unconsciously premised on "see? see, mom? i can get the COOL GORILLA MAN WITH THE WARRIOR GENE to say i'm cool just like him, i'm an honorary cool black guy, i'm part of street knowledge, like when we watched The Wire together." i don't even care that this is extremely racist and condescending to blacks, it's just pathetic.

>no rap but real hiphop guys
>highschool poetry bullshit commences

embarrassing.

what about unironically liking gucci mane?

So-called backpack rap like MF DOOM or Aesop Rock is pretty much poetry

>eyedea is highschool tier
you sound like the sort of person who gets mat at electronica for not being 'real' music

youtube.com/watch?v=Q87e6zNRJ3s

Note: Highschool poetry tier. As in fake deep lyrics a person in high school might scribble.

Is he the black Shakespeare?

Wreak havoc, beep beep it's mad traffic
Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick
He see as just another felony drug arrest
Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test
Slug through the vest, shot in the street
For pulling heat on a father whose baby's gotta eat
And when they get hungry, it ain't shit funny
Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money
Now, who's the real thugs, killers and gangsters?
Set the revolution, let the things bust and thank us
When the smoke clear, you can see the sky again
There will be the chopped off heads of Leviathan

They pray four times a day, they pray five
Who ways is strange when it's time to survive
Some will go of they own free will to die
Others take them with you when they blow sky high
What's the difference? All you get is lost children
While the bosses sit up behind the desks, it cost billions
To blast humans in half, into calves and arms
Only one side is allowed to have bombs
It's like making a soldier drop his weapon
Shooting him, and telling him to get to stepping
Obviously, they came to portion up his fortune
Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion

>F2D
>Few songs are perfection from beginning to end, this song should be compared to a Michelangelo masterpiece painting because its construction is meticulous, emotional, and visceral.

Introducing phantom of the dark, walk through my heaven
With levitation from reefers, drenching divas in E7
Showboating with Rugers, flash vines, Belafonte vigor
Let's skate for what this worth as we confiscate your figures

Casanova Brown levitating jiggy in dashikis
A la hotta car, fifty-four, chasing diamond runners
Headed ice bound, the big chilla diamond convention
Harlem Buck Strut, freezing world heist, Hollywood
Madame Butterfly, let me in your house of pleasure
From the knuckle swat, shadowboxers catching black-eyed blues

lol

Triple six, five, forked tongue
Subatomic penetration rapid fire through your skull
How I shot it on one taking it back to the days of trying to lose control
Swerving in a blaze of fire, raging through my bones
Oh shit I'm feeling it - Takyon
Hell yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing it - Takyon
Alright that’s tight, what its like to experience - Takyon

Out of the blue, in through the back
Door coming through like fuck what was that
Man I don’t know, but it made me feel so heated
How we creep without showing you jack
Shit from below, give a shit if you know
Cuz even if you did, you’d keep coming back
Back for more, need it man you're addicted to the heat
We make beats catch
Beat it til it bleeds to death, each track
Like EPMD snappin necks as we tap energy from everything on and off the map

Oh shit I'm feeling it - Takyon
Hell yeah, fuck yeah I feel like killing it - Takyon
Alright that’s tight what its like to experience - Takyon

Takyon, shot down your throat like a keg of beer
Choke on the smoke we in and exhale til the whole chamber is clear
Haters act so fucking weird
Try to stain this atmosphere
But they can't cuz its way too sheer
How to make a hater disappear

Take shit where it ain’t never been
Fuck what you thought could not comprehend
This shit if I fisted your brain with it
10-9-8-7-triple 6-5-forked tongue
Criminal level crunk lightning storm
Get out the way or get up torn
Ain’t a picture big enough to fit
What we dig up from the core
Of all that they forgot ever was
Militant march of this war

Takyon - taking them down
All we see is blood
Takyon - turning them out
How to trick out and freak that buzz

Oh shit I'm feeling it - Takyon
Hell yeah, fuck yeah I feel like killing it - Takyon
Alright that’s tight what its like to experience - Takyon

Lunar eclipse forcing you to trip
Off the moonlit fire we spray
Cryonic haunted bullets hollow tipped with toxic waste
So here’s the deal, if you don’t feel ill
Don’t want it nowhere near my zone
That shit is dead, can't nobody get
With that shit gets dial toned

Takyon - bitch slappin pussy clots and clones
Takyon - settin off unibombs inside your dome

Oh shit I'm feeling it - Takyon
Hell yeah, fuck yeah I feel like killing it - Takyon
Alright that’s tight what its like to experience - Takyon

This actually isn't good and I didn't think that before reading it I really tried

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Guillotine - yah

Sit in the dark and ponder how I'm fit to make the bottom fall through the floor
And they all fall down - yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...
Guillotine - yah

Out of the shadows barrage of witch tongue
Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke
Stomp music seriously - yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...
Guillotine - yah

Can't stop the groove lics jaws clear off them locks relentless raw movement
Fit to knock you from here to that g-spot body rock connected

To everything you want, ever did want
We got it why not come get it, stick your head in that hole
And watch me drop this cold guillotine death sentence - yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...
Guillotine - yah

Hidden art, between and beneath, every fragmented, figure of speech,
Tongue in reverse, whenever the beat, causes my jaws to call
Out out out out - yah

The screens flashing red, can't see shit but heads
Spinning exorcist like planets
Out of orbit off the edge
Off mine axis whipping through doors to far more than all that’s ever been said - yah

Tie the chord kick the chair and your dead - yah

Yah ... guillotine - yah ... guillotine - yah

Head of a trick in a bucket
Body of a trick in a bag
And thrown in the fire like fuck it
Gotta burn it before it goes bad
One too many times been disgusted
By the stench of rot is such a drag - yah

Get broke by the street like blood stained glass - yah
Choke on these nuts til the very last - yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...
Guillotine - yah

Serial number, killing machine
The illest of means,
To an end built on the filthy sound
you're experiencing - yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...
Guillotine - yah

Tinted windows, bulletproof
The slip knot fixin rope to noose
To the grave stone grinder of cold steel

The passion that blinds me so I feel - YAH

Can't let go, no it flows through our veins
Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains
And they all fall down - yah

BEST OF THEM ALL
I close my eyes and seize it
I clench my fists and beat it
I light my torch and burn it
I am the beast I worship...

And I know soon come my time
For in mine void a pale horse burns
But I fear not the time I'm taken
Past the point of no return.
Wage war like no tomorrow
Cuz no hell there won't be one
For all who deny the struggle
The triumphant overcome

Trips to where, few have been
Out of thin air, upon high winds
Rites begin when the sun descends
Have felt what few will ever know
Have seen the truth beneath the glow,
Of the ebb and flow, where roots of all mysteries grow
I am below, so far below
The bottom line
Transmitting live, transmissions rise
From the depths out of controlled by
Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes
Imminent gaze cast 'pon the path that winds
'Pon the path I find, and claim as mine
To ride the waves, of unrest
Made to make me shine as a testament
To why the ways of the blind will never get
Shit but shanked by my disrespect
Dismiss this life, worship death
Cold blood night of serpent's breath
Exhaled like spells from the endlessness
In the bottomless wells of emptiness
Channeled to invoke what we represent

Secret order
Elitist horde of
Creeping fire
Seizing power
Riders of the lupus hour
Eye on palm
Time is gone
Moonlight drawn
Fly til dawn
Sacrifice to rise beyond
Deep inside the violent calm
Of the coming storm
In blood sworn
To glorify and for life adorn
With all that dies to become unborn

I close my eyes and seize it
I clench my fists and beat it
I light my torch and burn it
I am the beast I worship...
I am the beast I worship

My name is Dean Emit, victim of a serious mistake
Diagnosed as clinically insane
Sectioned, imprisoned and detained
The last thing I remember I was being physically restrained
First sensed something was amiss
Noticing the other inmates had cuts across their wrists
My trust in the nurses hesitated
Instantly ceased taking medication [Waiting]
They segregated selective mental patients
I once caught a glimpse of the room where they’d take them
Reasons why remain undisclosed
A hundred volts straight to the victim’s frontal lobes
Disguised as medical tests
These vulnerable people were being sentenced to death
[This is beyond madness] I had to escape
Spent night and day racking my brain
Insomniac, but I had no solid plan
One day in group therapy, eventually lost my rag
[Is this some kind of sick joke?]
Next thing I knew, a doctor pushed me straight through a window
Awoke later in my bed, as my mind cleared
A pain in my side sparking the idea
Tied up without side effects
Shook loose the undetected shard of glass from behind my vest
Heart pounding inside my chest
Managed to slice my restraints, fell down beside my bed
Stood up, pulled off the ceiling’s iron mesh
Climbed the winding vent entangled in spider webs
Exited down a flight of steps
Ditched my hospital gown so the dogs won’t find the scent
Felt the cold wind on my face
Blinded by the moonlight, my mental prison escape

His name was Doctor Emit institutionalised
For committing the most unusual crimes
Torturing patients numerous times
‘Till one escaped, brought the truth to the light
Losing his mind but kept it top secret
Unnecessary methods of shock treatment
No waiting list kept going till the power died
Or the patient did, which ever came first
He was a slave to his hunger within
Tied them up sewed razors under their skin
Eyes void of emotion
When asked why he did it, he just said: 'the voices had spoken'
Insane, locked in a cell
Dementia in control of all knowledge of self
Day to day he’d yell about the crimes
Like he didn’t do them and they’re still taking place
Swimming in the depths of depression
Volatile, living on the edge of aggression
Never did get a confession
(Flipped out) during a routine group therapy session
When asked “are you scared of the past?”
He jumped up by the window put his chair through the glass
Demented look in his face
Guards took him away put him to bed fully restrained
Didn’t bother drugging him up
The next morning they walked in and saw him covered in blood
Should’ve known from behaviour patterns
That this was a suicide waiting to happen
Life he came to hate with a passion
Shard to the wrist, fatal attraction
Examining the evil deed
There it was on the floor the jagged killer that didn’t flee the scene
Broken Window

In the time before time eyes 'bove which horns
Curve like psychotropic scythes
And smell of torn flesh bled dry
By hell swarms of pestis flies
Vomiting forth flames lit by
An older than ancient force
That slays this life with no remorse

The spiral storm
Of flames inside
The torch I raise
The force I ride

Feel my vessel go up in flames
Flesh torch lit by thee unnamed
Direct connection to the source
Vestment of unnatural force
Forever burning black torch
Wisdom of the old and true
Possessed by the chosen few
Shining to reveal the ways
Of a darkness that pervades
All that is and ever was
Inferno of witches blood

Worship is not on bended knee
Nature knows not of mercy
To pray is to accept defeat
Power pisses on the weak
Bow and beheaded by the beast
Beggar on a bitches leash
Scum is desperate for relief
Worship is the way I ride
Witching currents through the eye
Of storms that force the false to die
Worship the flames with which I rise
Into apocalyptic skies

Harsh winds flay mine flesh to bone
In splintered skeleton I roam
Wastelands with not to call my own
But the path I walk alone
The hunger burns, within my gut
As my bones turn into dust

And I know soon come my time
For in mine void a pale horse burns
But I fear not the time I'm taken
Past the point of no return
Wage war like no tomorrow, know well there wont we one
For all who deny the struggle
The triumphant overcome ...

I close my eyes and seize it
I clench my fists and beat it
I light my torch and burn it
I am the beast I worship...
I am the beast I worship

stop pasting your lame backpacker lyrics nerds

There's no reason to listen to anything other than Bach

no

t. cioran

what is poetry? tell me

and I shall answer you

i think i could hypothetically deliver a fatal cervical fracture to his tiny frame without suffering much reciprocal damage to my form in the process, probably the least imposing or threatening nog i’ve ever laid eyes on outside of refugee camp footage and homes for the elderly

He's a 17yo white boy.

And his security would fucc you up.

>that is considered white in America

can't make this shit up

This shit is good though

PULL UP IN A PORSCHE
ALL THESE BITCHES DORKS I JUST WANT THE POUR

If that isn't poetry then I don't know what is

nobody ever tries to claim that pop punk songwriters are poets. this only happens with hip hop.

he's hispanic

White hispanic.

He's no more swarthy than a Spaniard.

>best lyrics are nothing to Shakespeare or Homer or Yeats or any canonized poet
Of course, but there are hundreds of rappers who write decent lyrics, most of them aren't even obscure/unpopular. None of the people you listed, though. Rap is mostly about delivery and style anyway, so it it doesn't need to be on the level of any canonized poet. Actually, it's better if it is anti-canonized poet. The fast-moving, conversationalist "casual poetry" works well for it, it would sound ridiculous otherwise.

>white hispanic
Nice baseless label, amerimutt.

As far as lyrics in rap go, Milo is pretty cool and so is Aesop Rock's first album.
I also like Joanna Newsom's lyrics

Exist like a drunk man at the wheel
But first sittin' in the front, not at the wheel
No clue I could fuck you 'cause I will
Fuck praise, all it does is pay my bills
I faced the crowd in Vegas there
Ever fake but isn't where
Shit ain't raw, they can't compare
Check AWOL, bitch, I'm always there
Intangible intrusion to the bone, through the bone
Feels human bones, human skill
Blessed on windmill and opium feel
Bumpin' shit, I leave open seal
Ghoulishly austere, paralysis is my souvenir
Exit wounds and rabbit ears
Rabbit holes that last for years
Now can you see I have no fears?
Not havin' cares, post-stratosphere
(Witness post-stratosphere)
Misspoke language of savoir faire
Don't need to come with the stolen hair
Stranger slip by, catch my interest
Look for a minute at a safe distance
Lose my place, look back, see no one
Death won't wait, will adapt when it closer
Death won't wait, will adapt when it closer
Death won't wait, will adapt when it closer
Milk that daylight, jump this vanish
I like this type, that's refined manner
Sullen every way, steppin' off when it happens
Sullen every way, steppin' off when it happens
Sullen every way, steppin' off when it happens
This is why I'm swimming in a faucet of acid
I bum a dialogue instead of renting it
Call in the place and get an estimate
It's diligent on paper, I'll invest in it
Be weird if I could make it as a mesmerist
Have a tall list of clients to tamper with
Be a practicing confessional
Cultivator of masochists
Crave sanity? I'll make you vegetables
Your family'll think like pacifists
Cool long as I don't move my tongue
Cool long as I don't bite my tongue

>White hispanic.
wut

Man, using Lil Jon as an example of rap music is like using Rupi Kaur as an example of poetry

The thought came to me today that most good rap music is what slam poetry attempts to be. While slam poetry attempts to be brutally honest and confident while being vulnerable, it ends up being pretentious and fake most of the time, but good rap music seems to succeed AND follow rythm better.

Here's some examples with young ladies that deal with topics common in slam, but actually deal with them honestly.
youtube.com/watch?v=KNDs_yaU0u0
youtube.com/watch?v=M-Ky3ZcJ66k
youtube.com/watch?v=nlUhBNnxOzg

please never post this again

Rap obviously has elements of poetry but to compare two different genres asking if one is the other is like asking if x=y. The answer is sometimes. Both are valuable.

Veeky Forums is so clearly jealous of rap all of time. That's why the /pol/ people who have infested always get super defensive when confronted with bards actually disseminating interesting langauge play -- i.e. the modern rapper.

youtube.com/watch?v=U-hgpeSGDgc
here is some actual serious poetry

Milo is really good actually.

Wipe me down with celerity
Hold myself with alacrity
These are careful notes of every lack in me
I took ayaka beans, tried to tax my seed
College was rote Zionism
These scars come with broke fire pistols
Renaissance dunce, but some blunders tracing a fault line
Trying to defend my distance
Trying to defend my distance
Tried to fend my distance
Big ass painting of myself like I'm Lonnie Liston
The auto-tune clamor of modernity
On auto-pilot for an eternity
She play Shirley Scott and I'm Turrentine
Feel my spirit bugging, but it's weltschmerz
Your soul was cussin' that felt hearse
This Robitussin is for the wet nurse
Karl Popper
Sweating by that hot poker, fuck that
You should've been a stock broker, fuck that
Rappers look at rock smokers, fuck that
At the bottom of a well and I'm screaming, "There's still more"
I gripped a microphone like I'm John Gilmore
Pilot pulpit as a star-fighter, and the consequences can buffer

This problem can be reduced to the broader problem, "Is bad art art?" Yes.

hispanic is a cultural label, not an ethnic one.

probably Tylo be chillin

No modern musician will ever match the genius of Gaius Valerius Catullus

"I will sodomize you and face-fuck you,
Cocksucking Aurelius and anus-busting Furius,
You who think, from my verses
Because they are delicate, that I have no shame.
For it is right for the devoted poet
To be chaste himself, but it's not
Necessary for his verses to be so.
[Verses] which then indeed have taste and charm,
If they are delicate and have no shame,
And because they can incite an itch,
And I don't mean in boys, but in
Those hairy old men who can't get it up.
You, because you have read my many thousands of kisses,
You think me less of a man?
I will sodomize you and face-fuck you."

>Cherry Picked

Brainlet, don't pretend you listen to enough rap to know what cherry picking would even be in this genre, much less pretend that you know ANYTHING about poetry.

(OP)
Yes OP, it is. However, it is mostly TERRIBLE poetry.

Why don't you try to viral this on /mu/ anymore?

Can you give me some more female rappers? I'm always looking for more to listen to.

I already changed the landscape of /mu/, but my lyrics can only truly be appreciated here

Dessa

Here comes the beekeeper
With her pitcher full of smoke
She'll put us all to sleep
I hope it's dreamless and it's deep
Sweet Prometheus, come home
They took away our fire
And all that this scarcity promotes
Is desperate men and tyrants

What fine design
What hands
What minds
The envy of Eden
Our tools and our reason
It's clear in the animals eyes
We stand
Upright
Build fires
At night
Made on the sixth day
To rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive

The surgeon and farmer meet
And each greets the other with a bow
They're kindred instruments, you know
The scalpel and the plow
In the shadow of the mountain
We work when work abounds
And we wear out all our prayers
When the work runs out

Lil Kim, Azealia Banks, Young MA, Missy Elliot...

Check out Tempest's plays and poetry by the way.

Gucci gang
Gucci gang
Gucci gang
Gucci gang
Gucci gang
Gucci gang

Noname

>letting niggers from africa
>rape my pussy like their congo
>the blood diamonds i give them
>are returned with blind violence

what did she mean by this?

came here to post this :D

Woah... upvoet

six hundred sixty-six kisses on your face
baby now that I'm gone
do you hallucinate
and see me in your room with that gucci on my waist

I slapped my girl
she called the fed
I did that time
and spent that bread

musescore.com/user/427611/scores/1431346

Check deez out

Sammus