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Just google Brother Ali....

Clicked on whatever song came up first on lyrics link...

got this...

Took him almost to the end of one breath to talk about himself.

Pure poetry. He is a regular TS Elliot

Okay, tell me if you can decipher this jay-z lyric.

Dark Knight feeling, die and be a heroOr live long enough to see yourself become a villain?I went from the favorite to the most hatedBut would you rather be underpaid or overrated?
Not all rap is terrible, people seem to dismiss things they can't understand.

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I'm eclectic, I'll listen from anything to Jay-z, Kanye, Frank Ocean, Kendrick Lamar to The script, OneRepublic, The fray, Alabama Shakes, Daughtry, Adele, etc... because I know all music usually has a meaning or a message behind it.

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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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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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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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Why does this have so many comments?

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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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music is dead... simple and plain.

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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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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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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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