>White people lyrics When you wake up in the morning, baby look inside your mirror You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear As someone who has had you on his mind
>Black people lyrics The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher) The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
Why are black people incapable of writing good lyrics?
Oliver Hall
because niggers are fucking retarded
Jonathan Butler
as if 'white people' consistently write lyrics like bob dylan
Landon Thomas
t. black
Nolan Young
Bob Dylan's lyrics son basura compared to Nick Drake and Leonard Cohen.
Lincoln Reed
>Speaking in spanglish to deliver your opinion
William Mitchell
Follow your own advice
Jeremiah Johnson
>Nick Drake t. soft whittie fag
Tyler Phillips
that's the best counter you can come up with? god you're pathetic
Jaxson Torres
Because their IQs are, on average, more than one standard deviation below that of the average white.
Jace Rivera
>Knowing enough Spanish to identify Spanish
Fuck off spic
Samuel Sanchez
If only we could get someone who can actually sing then we'd be cooking with gas
Jaxson Nelson
> Implying translators exist
Isaac Adams
I think some people need to get acclimated before they can make out the melody, but it's usually there
Samuel Baker
Not him but no self respecting white person would ever want to say anything in Spanish.
Blake Clark
>Using a translator
Honestly I don't know what's more embarrassing: being a spic or using a translator. Kys either way
Nicholas Cooper
illogic, saul williams, blueprint
Jordan Hughes
>white people lyrics And I was like baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby ooh I thought you'd always be mine
>black people lyrics I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin', going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40 of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turns I learned life is Hell Living in the world, no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic
Whoa...
Justin Ross
what's that 'black people' song? it's soo farmiliar
Jayden Gomez
>white people Ugu i hate life my nails broke DAD BUY ME A CAR DOLL STEEAAAK BUT I COULDN'T HEAR YOU LOOKING UP INTO THE SKYEEEE
>Black people or noGGERS is i like to call them ha ye yah yah ay can't keep my dick in my pans ay bitch don't kill my STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON yeah bitch drop that ass like Mardi grass ha yah ay ay
Carter Williams
>even when user reaches for the "deepest" black lyrics he can find they're still utter shit
xD
Jayden White
Hey, when actual argument lacks, just insult the other person's ability to reproduce. :O)
Kayden Cruz
>white people lyrics Seven a.m., waking up in the morning Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal Seein' everything, the time is goin' Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin' Gotta get down to the bus stop Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends) Kickin' in the front seat Sittin' in the back seat Gotta make my mind up Which seat can I take?
>black people lyrics Everybody wanna be the next Everybody wanna be in step Everybody wanna fuck Everybody wants the consequence of playing the fence Everybody's got shit luck Everybody wanna move to they own beat Everybody wanna make a dent Every girl is lookin for the next best thing Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend Everybody hates me, everybody wanna fight We can't stand to wake up in the sun but can't sleep in the moonlight I'm right there with you, I'm shaking in my own skin I've got the clothes and the jaded grin, I'm at the bar or the coffee shop But I don't like drinking and I fucking hate coffee shops
rly makes u think
Evan Anderson
I'm so glad I made you so angry simply by using two words of Spanish. This is a big indicator you can't cope with normal social situations and are a member of the oversocialized rejects of society.
Matthew Scott
Where real music? What happing?!
Aiden Reyes
I'm confused if this is implying those 'black' lyrics are in any way good.
Thomas Reyes
Whats bad about them?
Christopher Garcia
both of them are garbo, go listen to dead european white men instead of your indie folk shit.
William Baker
Or maybe you made them so angry because Sup Forums is an alt right board full of people who love to hate, you don't expect modesty nor respect from it because you're a minority.
Also Bob Dylan is shite a songwriter compared to others :^)
Isaac Sanders
>white people lyrics I wanna fuck a dog I tried to fuck your mom in the ass Tried to fuck your dad in the ass Could only find the dog....and his ass We wanna fuck a dog in the ass We wanna fuck a dog in the ass We wanna fuck a dog
>black people lyrics My soul can bask in the rays of freedom reflecting from a seismic sphere I'm lying here, very alive in speech, elated to be deceased Immersed in words that reach the highest degree Just now realizing that I'm an emcee
Daniel Butler
There is no artistic worth in them. It's like Bob Dylan's lyrics. They're total poser shit masquerading as intelligent poetry making a commentary on something.
I cannot stand seeing people like who think Bob Dylan was some genius. Bob Dylan is the fucking Quintin Tarantino of music, I swear. "Let me alter between social commentary and generic love songs all laden with middle school metaphors"
Many 'intelligent' rappers or 'deep' indie folk artists are just the same, except a worse version. When I think of social commentary, I think of David Thomas or Mark Stewart. When I think of profound lyrics, I think of Nick Drake, Leonard Cohen, or Tim Buckley.
I never think of Bob Dylan or any of his best value copycats found throughout every genre of music.
Christian Peterson
You people are autistic if you can't see that this is an obvious bait.
Anthony Bennett
>Latino Lyrics The streets are on fire with delight! but I cannot partake the government is crushing we will shoot the president for his crimes
*upbeat saxophone and drums *
also, you're using a strawman, rap lyrics are pretty complex depending on the artist but you chose to use a chorus instead of a verse which is almost never of any substance.
ps : those who main scout are scum.
Jason Baker
>caring about lyrics
Christian Kelly
>There is no artistic worth in them Define artistic worth
>theyre masquarding as commentary The commentary in CREAM is pretty blatant. Its a song about the lived experiences of the people wiriting it, if you dont think that its commentary then you have a weird definition of commentary. And outside of the meaning of the lyrics, its a master class song in lyrical structure
Juan Ross
>comparing Bob Dylans abstract non sensical lyrics to the blunt straight forward commentary of the Wu Tang Fucking what?
Jacob Morgan
kek @latino lyrics
Anyway you can grab shitty examples of shitty lyrics from both music made by white people and music made by black people, we're essentially throwin' strawmen at each other here
Grayson Fisher
>strawmen Thats not what strawmen are
Landon Powell
Ok, how about
"we are just cherrypicking examples for the sake of inherently fallacious arguments"
Brody Richardson
Yes, that is a far more accurate statement
Andrew Rodriguez
>lyrics
Kevin Long
>white people lyrics I'm in you You're in me I can't tell
You're so cruel More than me It is true That's right
Loyal to Only you Up your sleeve
I want some (come on, take it) of all of you (it's yours) Trickin me
First it giveth Then it taketh away
I would beg I would plead I would shake
>Black People Lyrics
And I can't become my father when it's all been said and done His completions won't complete me I've divided me by one, I'm the answer to his riddle I'm the caution of his wind I'm the spoon wedged between tongue and teeth beneath his trembling grin And I dare add my revision for I dare not suffer twice and I dare not reinvent the past And I dare not be the Christ and I welcome any sufferer And I welcome any Saul Sitting in this room, on wooden bench, waiting for Joi to call And I suffer here alone, Lord Perturbed by my every thought How I've tried to strip them to the bone I've struggled and I've fought Every jealous warped intention, smuggled, sewn into genes Every hidden mongrel tendency exploiting me in me
Each time I put them under but still they wanna test me I cry out through the thunder.. You storm right past me.. I search and I ponder.. I question and wonder... I roar and I thunder, please, let me in
I've been waiting here for what now seems the better of an hour I've raised every crippled question from the dead and given power to the absence of my sanity The presence of a fear that lies in between forgotten dreams that pile up every year Up above the highest testaments, down below the wooden floor There's a gutted room, pitch black at noon, beneath a hidden door Deep within, you'll find the attributes of every sunken man Who must bang his head against the dead each day he tries to stand And he's standing pressed against the very woman that he loves Kissing eyes and lips, embracing hips, surrendering to her touch And just at the very moment that he touches heart to heart She pulls from his touch, cause it's too much to mend what's torn apart