Is this poetry?

>muh Israel
ruined the album for me t o b e h o n e s t

I think he just wanted to disassociate himself with that stereotype of pro-black conscious rapper.

"bitch be humble" "hol up lil bitch"

the poetry of my people!

>This LOAD für Elise

>cherrypicking to support your racist worldview
>ignoring the lyrics within the greater context of the song
>being ignorant of the deliberate choice of vocabulary which is culturally significant to african americans

you'll go ahead and call people beta cucks all day long without realizing that you sound like a complete moron, but the second a rapper uses a word which you aren't comfortable with you imply that their artform is less worthwhile than others. nice job, tell me more about how the white race is superior while you argue on an anime message board with your fellow mra's

>culturally significant to African Americans
And here lies the problem

>see how much drugs they take. See the talking about sex in disgusting way, promoting promiscuity, and interracial relationships.
Literally the worst thing I've read

youtube.com/watch?v=WPxGjCgIamc

youtube.com/watch?v=NxKrdlsHVmg

ITT: normal people harvest the tears of the progressive maniacs

>redpilled
>cultural marxism is real guys

Absolutely, yes.

ah im glad that, harnessing your white male intellectual prowess, you have decided that you and you alone understand the cause of the suffering of african americans, its because they call women BITCHES! oh, the inhumanity.

Liberalism is basically a mental disorder

t. man posting on anime forum

k

They are just narcissists, which is the real problem.

Honestly seems like beat generation trash.

New Kung Fu Kenny
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Y'all know what happens on Earth stays on Earth
Here we go
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a, I don't give a, I don't give a fuck

I'm willin' to die for this shit
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
D.O.T. my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
I been stomped out in front of my mama
My daddy commissary made it to commas
Bitch, all my grandmas dead
So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy
30 millions later, know the feds watchin'
Auntie on my telegram like, "Be cautious"
I be hangin' out at Tam's, I be on Stockton
I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton
I'm willin' to die for this shit, nigga
I'll take your fuckin' life for this shit, nigga
We ain't goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope
That's why you maney ass rap niggas better know

If I gotta slap a pussy ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won't take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element

I'm allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures hold that slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy
Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the same G5
Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go yeah, I go yeah
They never been ready yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
100K spread 'cross the floor, 'cross floor yeah
None of y'all fuckin' with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
Years in the making, don't y'all mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' 'bout races
You know this'll never be a tie, just look at they laces
You know careers take off, just gotta be patient
Mister one through five that's the only logic
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that's the only option

If I gotta slap a pussy ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won't take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element

Let me clarify the beat generation comment. He's basically just yelling random shit and selling a "subversive" lifestyle

Sure, some of the album's tracks are like that, but there are others that are much more meaningful. Duckworth or Fear, for example.

I seriously cannot believe you guys fell for such obvious bait. this is the most obvious bait in all of Veeky Forums you guys actually fell for it.

From Duckworth:
Oh Lamar, Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard
Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark
Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star
Life is one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my thoughts
Children, listen, it gets deep
See, once upon a time inside the Nickerson Garden projects
The object was to process and digest poverty's dialect
Adaptation inevitable: gun violence, crack spot
Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals
Anthony was the oldest of seven
Well-respected, calm and collected
Laughin' and jokin' made life easier
Hard times, Momma on crack
A four-year-old tellin' his nanny he needed her
His family history: pimpin' and bangin'
He was meant to be dangerous
Clocked him a grip and start slangin'
Fifteen, scrapin' up his jeans with quarter pieces
Even got some head from a smoker last weekend
Dodged a policeman, workin' for his big homie
Small-time hustler, graduated to a brick on him
10,000 dollars out of a project housing, that's on the daily
Seen his first mil twenty years old, had a couple of babies
Had a couple of shooters
Caught a murder case, fingerprints on the gun they assumin'
But witnesses couldn't prove it
That was back when he turned his back
And they killed his cousin
He beat the case and went back to hustlin'
Bird-shufflin', Anthony rang
The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang
That 5.0 thing, they say 5-0 came
Circlin' parking lots and parking spots
And hoppin' out while harrassin' the corner blocks
Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it
He brushed them off
And walked back to the Kentucky Fried Chicken
See, at this chicken spot
There was a light-skinned nigga that talked a lot
With a curly top and a gap in his teeth
He worked the window, his name was Ducky
He came from the streets, the Robert Taylor Homes
Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome
Drove to California with a woman on him and 500 dollars
They had a son, hopin' that he'd see college
Hustlin' on the side with a nine-to-five to freak it
Cadillac Seville, he'd ride his son around on weekends
Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket
'Cross the street from the projects
Anthony planned to rob it
Stuck up the place before, back in '84
That's when affiliation was really eight gears of war
So many relatives tellin' us, sellin' us devilish works
Killin' us, crime, intelligent, felonious
Prevalent proposition with 9's
Ducky was well-aware
They robbed the manager and shot a customer last year
He figured he'd get on these niggas' good sides
Free chicken every time Anthony posted in line
Two extra biscuits, Anthony liked him
And then let him slide; they didn't kill him
In fact, it look like they're the last to survive

h Lamar, hail Mary a marijuana, times is hard
Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark
Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star
Life is one funny mothafucka
The true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my thoughts
Children listen, it gets deep
See once upon a time inside the niggas in garden projects the object was to process and digest poverty's dialect
Adaptation inevitable, gun violence, crack spot
Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals
Anthony was the oldest of seven, well respected, calm and collected
Laughin' and joking made life easier
Hard times, momma on crack, and forty oh telling his nanny he needed her
His family history pimpin' and bangin', he was meant to be dangerous
Clocked him a grip and start slangin', fifteen scrapin' up his jeans with quarter pieces
He even got some head from a smoker last weekend
Dodged a policeman workin' for his big homie
Small time hustler, graduated to a brick on him
Ten thousand dollars out of a project housing
That's on the daily, saw his first mil twenty years old
Had a couple of babies
Had a couple of shooters, caught a murder case
Fingerprints on the gun
They assumin', but witnesses couldn't prove it
That was back when they turned his back and they killed his cousin
He beat the case and went back to hustlin'
Bird shufflin', Anthony rang
The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang
That 5.0 thing
They say 5-0 came circlin' parkin' lots and parking spots
And hoppin' out while the rats in the corner blocks
Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it
He brushed them off and walked back to the Kentucky Fried Chicken
See at this chicken spot there was this light-skinned nigga that talked a lot
With a curly top and a gap in his teeth
He worked the window, his name was Ducky
He came from the streets the Robert Taylor Homes
Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome
Drove to California with a woman on and 500 dollars
They had a son hoping that he'd see college
Hustlin' on the side with a nine to five to freak it
Cadillac Seville, he'd ride his son around on weekends
Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket
'Cross the street from the projects, Anthony planned to rob it
Stuck up the place before back in '84, that's when affiliation was really eight gears of war
So many relatives telling us, selling us devilish works
Killing us crime, intelligent, felonious, prevalent proposition with nines
Ducky was well aware, they robbed the manager and shot a customer last year
He figured he'd get on these niggas good sides, free chicken every time Anthony posted in line
Two extra biscuits, Anthony liked him and then let him slide
They didn't kill him, in fact it look like they're the last to survive
Pay attention, that one decision changed both of they lives

Very good post.

The depth of thought never exceeds facile materialism, which i find ironic given it exists to a genre predominantly focused around lyrical ability/qualify

>hip-hoppers are [...] destroying the west

I would be happy to see the West crumble under interracial relationships, diversity, whatever.

The Western world is shit

>hip-hoppers are [...] destroying the west
>The Western world is shit
Ah, don't you love when ignorance reflects on itself! I'm sure your hand is stronger, and definitely not the same ploy dressed in different armor.

Can you stop talking like a pretentious cunt and just get your point across

The same ploy as what? There was only one ploy discussed in my post. Are you implying I'm trying to destroy the West by saying it's shit?

Really makes you go damn

Pleb.

Next to jazz, classical and opera, hip-hop is patrician as fuck.

'm jealous, I'm overzealous
When I'm down, I get real down
When I'm high, I don't come down
I get angry, baby, believe me
I could love you just like that
And I could leave you just this fast
But you don't judge me
'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too
No, you don't judge me
'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too
'Cause I got issues
But you got 'em too
So give 'em all to me
And I'll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
Of all our problems
'Cause we got the kind of love
It takes to solve 'em
Yeah, I got issues
And one of them is how bad I need you
You do shit on purpose
You get mad and you break things
Feel bad, try to fix things
But you're perfect
Poorly wired circuit
And got hands like an ocean
Push you out, pull you back in

Hip-hop is plebeian by literally every definition of the word

I think that poster just meant Hip-Hop in a literal sense.

Fucking prescriptivists

Wut

Either you're new here, or you don't read. Right?

i bet you wouldn't last 2 months in a non-western world

doesn't look like it

This isn't funny you fucking retard, it's embarrassing. You're not an epic troll. You're a loser who posts the same "le epic irony false flag xD" every single day, and somehow Veeky Forums is full of redditors who fell for it. Kill yourself.

>taking seriously such an obvious bait
You're even more autistic than him (if it was a legit post)

MY LEFT STROKE JUST WENT VIRAL