>Mods 404'd the last one just now It’s degenerate music with a toxic message and if you have any honor you should not listen to Rap/Hip Hop music.
>Disrespects women >Promotes being promiscuous and not getting married to start a family >Advocates using drugs and alcohol to the point of addiction >Promotes and incites criminal behavior >Openly accepts behavior that is anti social >Guttural language and rhythm >All about being a egomaniac and not about being of service to society
Why do some of you still listen to Rap or Hip Hop music Sup Forums If you're black, or a minority, this kind of garbage is keeping your youth from succeeding If you're white or at all a nationalist this trash is everything you despise If you're a femanon this kind of noise is all about being a fuckboy and mistreating women
if you listen to rap music, you do not belong here, period
Levi Lee
I don't want to ruin your ball-gown Because I'm not feeling law-bound You can probably coffee-grind by body-mind into a psychotropic compound An ice age will thaw before I'm able to play ball Your cryptic texts aren't state law Yet read like an algebraic scroll But I know you're gone After that gut wrenching shout match And my out of whack palm read, got me on leave In this outback with some lounge act But don't crossbreed with my ennui it's a mousetrap For the besmirched and weakened I'm like a jerkhead telling you to twerk for the church of England My advice stay so socratic, don't panic if I'm looking like a dope addict Because I'm depressed as shit Knowing that my capricious lover is a migrant bird Your absence caused quiet stirs That progressed into a violent dirge Of victim blaming and miscellaneous quips to prove that my discourse's boyish I had my heart explained to me I was drawn to quarters by hoarse voices But you forgot to listen to me when I said
I'm impossible to love and cannot keep an open mind So you left me where I was Shredded in your motion lines
This shit is depressing, man. Get over it Slice at the knuckle where the mind bends And I become a motherfucker fucker times ten Crisis all look enormous when your body suffers a sugar shortage I'll cook a swordfish or prep any gourmet platter to stimulate your gray matter Girl, this rap shit left me worse for wear And I ain't got that perfect hair, my love feels like a cervix tear But you kissed me by my desk light Cause you're looking like my next wife Cause you're looking like my next wife Cause you're looking like my next wife I'm here burning midnight oil Soaking gravitas into cotton swabs In return I get tight coils of human waste as toothpaste Oh I get it, I'm old news, a motherfucking brontosaurus And to think that I invited you to my underwater forest A thousand fuck-you’s sprung-loaded in a balled up fist I open my palms and my eyelids become two devolved pussy lips And I deserve it
Flash that buttery gold Jittery zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole, what a patrol What are we to Heart Huckabee, art fuckery suddenly Not enough young in his lung for the water wings Colorfully vulgar poacher, out of mulch Like, "I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt." Fine, sign of the time we elapse When a primate climb up a spine and attach Eye for an eye, by the bog life swamps and vines They get a rise out of frogs and flies So when a dogfight's hog-tied prize sort of costs a life The mouths water on a fork and knife And the allure isn't right No score on a war-torn beach Where the cash cow's actually beef Blood turns wine when it leak for police Like, "That's not a riot; it's a feast, let's eat!"
Now, if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix You wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz How he spoke through a NoDoz motor on the fritz ‘Cause he wouldn't play rollover fetch like a bitch And express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss To the jokers who pose by the glitz Fine, sign of the swine in the swarm When a king is a whore who comply and conform Miles outside of the eye of the storm With a siphon to lure out a prize and award While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war True blue triumph is more Like, "Wait, let him snake up out of the centerfold Let it break the walls of Jericho, ready go." Sat where the old, cardboard city folk Swap tales with heads, like every other penny throw
Okay, woke to a grocery list, goes like this Duty and death; anyone object, come stand in the way You could be my little Snake River Canyon today And I ran with a chain of commands And a jetpack strapped where the backstab lands if it can Fine, sign of the vibe in the crowd When I cut a belly open to find what climb out That's quite a bit of gusto he muster up To make a dark horse rush, like, "Enough's enough!" (not the end but char limits ya know)
Danny Brown's verse from Ego Death: Rap Marilyn Manson, about as hot as a Vanson With two hoodies on the beach with two bitches crump dancin' Rappers put your bets in, last man standin' Bars hit so hard you ricochet off the planet The motherfucking hybrid, tell Miley Cyrus text me When I holler to her private I'm tryna get them privates Parts, don't start, take heart like Kano Remember when I told to you niggas drink all the Dran-o Pop all the pills, take all the lines Chop through a window with some sawblade blinds Back on that shit, guess what this time? Half a stick of dynamite where the sun don't shine Any nigga disrespecting, chin check 'em 'til he's slinky-neck Blowing dope, eyes low and chinky like I'm Mannie Fresh Countdown to extinction, no nigga not Megadeath So many dead rappers, can't even take baby steps Walking over carcasses of artists in my garden Been nice with this shit since Nas was writin' past the margin Any nigga wanna start it, I fuckin' beg your pardon I'm with arson, I'm the firestarter; Prodigy invent the art Smack my bitch up in the mouth with my dick And it's not domestic violence cause she likes that shit There's no sentence to describe it, homie Except she sucked it like her fucking life depended on it
Cooper Watson
Have you heard this track though? There are a lot of degenerate whites that we can bring around. Class warfare is not an option when fighting for white identity.
it’s not about what race creates rap/hip hop its about what the music stands for as a whole.
Thomas Hernandez
Good grief, I been reaping what I sow Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute I been living what I wrote And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look Miss me at the precinct getting booked Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, nigga Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details 3-7-6 was a brothel We had females come in every hour on the dot And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts Lately I've been panicking a lot Feeling like I'm stranded in a mob Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop Never getting out of hand, steady handling my job Time damaging my ties Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick You circus niggas, you turning into tricks I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit Cut the grass off the surface Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent, nigga, shit Bitch (chorus) I'm fleeting thoughts on a leash For the moment, high as fuck I've been alone in my shit for the longest Snakes sliding in the street Mama taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them Pigs, riding in 'em I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em If he ain't dying for me, then I ain't riding with him There's no time for that Making sure my man wallet's straight like a collar When you iron that Thinking 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle I'mma wallow when I lie in that I just want my time and my mind intact When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back
In thirty years you'll vote for someone chanting "make panamericana great again", won't you?
Noah Perry
> the killers
memeboy
Kayden Cook
Well, whites are diverse in their interests, which differentiates us from the subhuman filth. We have a large sect of society who enjoys that style of music, including country rap. People who are potentially allies, yet you dismiss them because they're poor white trash. You are the problem. Their minds are there to be molded yet you shut them out because you don't like it. You're an asshole and I'm sure I wouldn't like you if we met.
well, to theoretically erase rap from history we'd have to go as far back as removing oonga boonga bongo music which also means retroactively erasing them from history entirely
