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Zod    14,969

Okay, tell me if you can decipher this jay-z lyric.Not all rap is terrible, people seem to dismiss things they can't understand.

You think thats deep? Ripping off an idea from a movie and putting it into spoken word? Is the bar set this low now?

Read this, and tell me if you don't see a huge yawning chasm of poetic quality...

The Soldier

Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:

That there's some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever England. There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,

A body of England's, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Really, it is night and day.

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rodeo    14,059

most music of most genres has terrible lyrics. rap is especially bad because most of the people claimed to have good lyrics would fit in very well in an 8th grade poetry class.

but it doesn't really matter, honestly. there are only 1 or 2 musical acts i've ever listened to specifically because the lyrics are amazing. it's not the sum of the experience.

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TheRumGone    14,356

You think thats deep? Ripping off an idea from a movie and putting it into spoken word? Is the bar set this low now?

Read this, and tell me if you don't see a huge yawning chasm of poetic quality...

The Soldier

Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:

That there's some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever England. There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,

A body of England's, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Really, it is night and day.

I honestly don't. It depends on who is writing it and the overall vision or message they are trying to convey. That was an awesome poem though.

How does this sound to you?

My issue isn't televised, and you ain't gotta tell the wise

how to stay on beat, because our life's an instrumental

This is physical and mental, I won't sugar-coat it

You'd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it

And everything on TV just a figment of imagination

I don't want no plastic nation, (dread) that like a Haitian

While you motherfugers waiting, I be off the slave ship

Building pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs

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jtnc    3,667

You think thats deep? Ripping off an idea from a movie and putting it into spoken word? Is the bar set this low now?

Read this, and tell me if you don't see a huge yawning chasm of poetic quality...

The Soldier

Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:

That there's some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever England. There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,

A body of England's, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Really, it is night and day.

See, his meaning behind it went waaaayyy over your elitist head.

Jay is using Dark Knight(Harvey Dent) as an example, Jay is saying had he died at the height of his career like 2pac or Biggie, who were claimed heroes of hip-hop after their deaths, his legend would have grown, but the more longer he lives, the more haters he attracts...so he's now witnessing himself become a villain.

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BigSyke    113

I'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake

Where people create language that pretends to communicate

Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes

but its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make

From an extroverted point of view I think its too late

Hip Hop has never been the same since '88

Since it became a lucrative profession there's a misconception

that a movement in any direction is progression

Even though of the potency of it lessens

big money industries writing checks to suppress the question

And nobody gives a fug no more, no one goes to the book store

ever since the confluence of Moore's Law

But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr

and his son Aage, Edward Lorenz and Leo Szilard

Lyrically I took rap music and turned the knob

to the right full throttle and added panache

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BigSyke    113

But I ignored, and explored my history that was untold

And watched mysteries unfold

And dropped a jewel like Solomon, but never followed men

cause if you do your brain is more hollow than

Space oblivia, or the abyss

With no trace of trivia, left with the hiss

Does it pay to be deaf, dumb and blind?

From a slave we was kept from the mind

And from the caves he crept from behind

And what he gave, was the sect of the swine

When the bible, it condemned the pig

I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your qigs

But we used to wear a turban, but now we're in the urban

No more wearing beanies and dress like a genie

No hocus pocus cause I focus on the facts

And put it on the tracks and brought it through the wax

I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time

And too much knowledge, it might break up the rhyme

I did it anyway just to wake up the mind

of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet

Those who sit home, or sell books by the market

Need to chill and get their mind revived

For years religion did nothing but divide

The basic instructions before leaving earth

I strolled through the books of Job to unfold

And open bibles, instead of hoping on revivals

Calling on His name and screaming hallelujah

when he hardly knew ya, that's how the devil's fooled ya

See look into my eyes brethren, that's the lies of a Reverand

Why should you die to go to heaven?

The Earth is already in space, the bible I embrace

A difficult task I had to take

I studied till my eyes was swollen, and only arose when

I found out that we were the chosen

I deal with the truth, and build with the youth

And teach my son as he kneels on the stoop

Son, life is a pool of sin, corrupted with foolish men

and women with wicked minds, who build picket signs

to legalize abortion, the evil eye distortion

I quiz Son with my wisdom

Before I converted, I was perverted, and knowledge was asserted

The study of wisdom, I perferred it

The understanding, it gave me mental freedom

I even learnt Caucasians were really the Tribe of Edam

The white image, of Christ, is really Cesare Borgia

and uhh, the second son of Pope Alexander

The Sixth of Rome, and once the picture was shown

That's how the devils tricked my dome

I prophesized to save a man, but no one gave a damn

for my nation - the seed of Abraham

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BigSyke    113

Now that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein somethin

Don't wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttin

Tryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real

and I will even if it kills me, my young ni**az

break away from these dumb ni**az

Put down the guns and have some fun *****, the rest'll come ni***

Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin

puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin

at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin

Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day

I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse

the epidemic and diseases, what is the future?

The projects lookin hopeless, where

more and more brothers givin up and don't care

Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed

and I proceed to blow the track up, for young ni***z

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BigSyke    113

If I could recollect before my hood days

I'd sit, reminisce in bliss on the good days

I stop and stare at the younger

my heart goes to 'em

they tested, it was stressed that they under

we never realy went through that

because we was born B.C. - you and me before crack

And nowadays things changed

everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth look strange

and for me it's reverse

we left them a world that's cursed and it hurts

cause anyday they'll push the button

and y'all condemned like Malcolm X and Boby Hutton died for nuthin'

Don't 'em let me get teary

the world looks dreary

But when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly

there is no need for you to fear me

If you take the time to hear me

maybe you can learn to cheer me

It ain't about black or white cause we're human

I hope we'll see the light before it's ruined

My Ghetto Gospel

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BigSyke    113

n the event of my demise don't shed no tear

I'll share my wisdom with the world, they'll know I was here

Know I was clear, every thing I said I ment

A outlaw, when I was born they prepared my ditch

Said I won't live long, statistic show

I'm tryna past 24 realistic goal, listen though

You gotta stay cold inside

That's what I tell myself when I feel alone sometimes

But I can't cry, I don't tear no more

I love god, so death I don't fear no more

I part take in this movment to better my people

Though they see me on TV, I tell them we equal

Don't look at me as a stranger, I'm one of your own

We was raised in concrete and grew as a rose

Still I rise, but never get a chance to fly

Mama please don't cry

In the event of my demise

If I should die before I awake

let my family be stairght of the money I make

Give my son, what he needs, other than his father

Is it self respect, better yet his honor

when the lord come to swallow my soul, it's so big

Cause the street took enough of my life, we all see

It's a cycle make you feel psycho

Everything struggles behind this man, see nobody love you

Got a piece of the streets and it's gonna die with me

may your, soul forgive me

Makaveli's within me

In principle we stand by stronger than power

We gon' die by the rules you can never devour

On the earth from my birth felt nothing but pain

only thing I ever gained was a baby to name

that's my heart, and if I should go I'll go on in the sparks

that's the event of my demise, and it lurks in the dark

Now as I stand here, a man here

Not a perfect one, but a searching one

Seek in another, blazing time

Sound crazy but I'm actually tryin to escape my mind

Tryna erase in time

but hoping that you didn't notice

When i was at my lowest

Although I knew they was watching, I couldn't stop it

So many things I wanted to accomplish

Too many dreams, wasted with no promise

From out the darkness I struggle to see the light

Rumble deep in the night

Hustlin with all of my might here

Some won't see it that way

But us is given praise

But all of them will prayin'

That I did it my way

In the event of my demise

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