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Old 07-08-2015, 06:01 PM
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Never thought I would find a rap tune freakin' awesome. These kids did a good job. Listen to the words.

https://vimeo.com/132643369
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Originally Posted by rzotti View Post
Never thought I would find a rap tune freakin' awesome. These kids did a good job. Listen to the words.

https://vimeo.com/132643369
"keep an open mind"= this will not go over well on THT.
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Originally Posted by TorFed View Post
"keep an open mind"= this will not go over well on THT.
2nd that. Sorry, I like to think I can have an open mind when it comes to music. But I just cant with rap. The only exception for me is Kid Rock. I would rather hear the fat lady sing opera.
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2nd that. Sorry, I like to think I can have an open mind when it comes to music. But I just cant with rap. The only exception for me is Kid Rock. I would rather hear the fat lady sing opera.
There used to be some talented folks in rap just like with any other form of music. I couldn't tell you who is talented in the crowd that has come onto the scene more recently.
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There used to be some talented folks in rap just like with any other form of music. I couldn't tell you who is talented in the crowd that has come onto the scene more recently.
No kidding. Normally I can't take two seconds of it. But this was cool.
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There used to be some talented folks in rap just like with any other form of music. I couldn't tell you who is talented in the crowd that has come onto the scene more recently.
Preface, I don't like rap music.

Childish Gambino. His real name is Donald Glover. Amazing comedian and writer/actor.

Very intelligent, rough upbringing, but isn't ashamed to talk about being a nerd/picked on.

Monologue that ends his album Camp is amazing. When you say "Yep, not reading that," Just read the last line. It may change your mind. "I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that’s not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus. I still haven’t"

"This is on a bus back from camp. I’m thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four other dudes I hadn’t met yet, running around all summer, getting into trouble. It turned out it would be me and just one girl. That’s you. And we’re still at camp as long as we’re on the bus and not at the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us. We’re still wearing our orange camp t-shirts. We still smell like pineneedles. I like you and you like me and I more-than-like you, but I don’t know if you do or don’t more-than-like me. You’ve never said, so I haven’t been saying anything all summer, content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on. A girl who’s smart and funny and who, if I say something dumb for a laugh, is willing to say something two or three times as dumb to make me laugh, but who also gets weird and wise sometimes in a way I could never be. A girl who reads books that no one’s assigned to her, whose curly brown hair has a line running through it from where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet

Back in the real world we don’t go to the same school, and unless one of our families moves to a dramatically different neighborhood, we won’t go to the same high school. So, this is kind of it for us. Unless I say something. And it might especially be it for us if I actually do say something. The sun’s gone down and the bus is quiet. A lot of kids are asleep. We’re talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop that looks like a kid we know. And then I’m like, “Can I tell you something?” And all of a sudden I’m telling you. And I keep telling you and it all comes out of me and it keeps coming and your face is there and gone and there and gone as we pass underneath the orange lamps that line the sides of the highway. And there’s no expression on it. And I think just after a point I’m just talking to lengthen the time where we live in a world where you haven’t said “yes” or “no” yet. And regrettably I end up using the word “destiny.” I don’t remember in what context. Doesn’t matter. Before long I’m out of stuff to say and you smile and say, “okay.” I don’t know exactly what you mean by it, but it seems vaguely positive and I would leave in order not to spoil the moment, but there’s nowhere to go because we’re are on a bus. So I pretend like I’m asleep and before long, I really am

I wake up, the bus isn’t moving anymore. The domed lights that line the center aisle are all on. I turn and you’re not there. Then again a lot of kids aren’t in their seats anymore. We’re parked at the pick-up point, which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church. The bus is half empty. You might be in your dad’s car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and taking their sweet time disembarking as I swing my legs out into the aisle to get up off the bus, just as one of them reaches my row. It used to be our row, on our way off. It’s Michelle, a girl who got suspended from third grade for a week after throwing rocks at my head. Adolescence is doing her a ton of favors body-wise. She stops and looks down at me. And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light, so I can’t really see her face, but I can see her smile. And she says one word: “destiny.” Then her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her all laugh and then she turns and leads them off the bus. I didn’t know you were friends with them

I find my dad in the parking lot. He drives me back to our house and camp is over. So is summer, even though there’s two weeks until school starts. This isn’t a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad, this is a story about how I learned something and I’m not saying this thing is true or not, I’m just saying it’s what I learned. I told you something. It was just for you and you told everybody. So I learned cut out the middle man, make it all for everybody, always. Everybody can’t turn around and tell everybody, everybody already knows, I told them. But this means there isn’t a place in my life for you or someone like you. Is it sad? Sure. But it’s a sadness I chose. I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that’s not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus. I still haven’t
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couldn't really take them seriously, I laughed midway and turned it off. A for effort
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I heard a rap song last weekend called "rolling like a red neck". Hi-larry-ous! Dude nailed it down to the BL.
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That was absolutely horrible
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Originally Posted by fijon View Post
I heard a rap song last weekend called "rolling like a red neck". Hi-larry-ous! Dude nailed it down to the BL.
Saw that a while back.
There are some others out there also.



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How about some New Orleans (specifically the Westbank) comedic puppet rap? The language is Not Safe For Work. Remember, keep an open mind. The 2 guys in the picture frame are behind it. They go by Ballzack and Odoms.

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Originally Posted by TorFed View Post
Preface, I don't like rap music.

Childish Gambino. His real name is Donald Glover. Amazing comedian and writer/actor.

Very intelligent, rough upbringing, but isn't ashamed to talk about being a nerd/picked on.

Monologue that ends his album Camp is amazing. When you say "Yep, not reading that," Just read the last line. It may change your mind. "I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But thatís not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus. I still havenít"

"This is on a bus back from camp. Iím thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four other dudes I hadnít met yet, running around all summer, getting into trouble. It turned out it would be me and just one girl. Thatís you. And weíre still at camp as long as weíre on the bus and not at the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us. Weíre still wearing our orange camp t-shirts. We still smell like pineneedles. I like you and you like me and I more-than-like you, but I donít know if you do or donít more-than-like me. Youíve never said, so I havenít been saying anything all summer, content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on. A girl whoís smart and funny and who, if I say something dumb for a laugh, is willing to say something two or three times as dumb to make me laugh, but who also gets weird and wise sometimes in a way I could never be. A girl who reads books that no oneís assigned to her, whose curly brown hair has a line running through it from where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet

Back in the real world we donít go to the same school, and unless one of our families moves to a dramatically different neighborhood, we wonít go to the same high school. So, this is kind of it for us. Unless I say something. And it might especially be it for us if I actually do say something. The sunís gone down and the bus is quiet. A lot of kids are asleep. Weíre talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop that looks like a kid we know. And then Iím like, ďCan I tell you something?Ē And all of a sudden Iím telling you. And I keep telling you and it all comes out of me and it keeps coming and your face is there and gone and there and gone as we pass underneath the orange lamps that line the sides of the highway. And thereís no expression on it. And I think just after a point Iím just talking to lengthen the time where we live in a world where you havenít said ďyesĒ or ďnoĒ yet. And regrettably I end up using the word ďdestiny.Ē I donít remember in what context. Doesnít matter. Before long Iím out of stuff to say and you smile and say, ďokay.Ē I donít know exactly what you mean by it, but it seems vaguely positive and I would leave in order not to spoil the moment, but thereís nowhere to go because weíre are on a bus. So I pretend like Iím asleep and before long, I really am

I wake up, the bus isnít moving anymore. The domed lights that line the center aisle are all on. I turn and youíre not there. Then again a lot of kids arenít in their seats anymore. Weíre parked at the pick-up point, which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church. The bus is half empty. You might be in your dadís car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and taking their sweet time disembarking as I swing my legs out into the aisle to get up off the bus, just as one of them reaches my row. It used to be our row, on our way off. Itís Michelle, a girl who got suspended from third grade for a week after throwing rocks at my head. Adolescence is doing her a ton of favors body-wise. She stops and looks down at me. And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light, so I canít really see her face, but I can see her smile. And she says one word: ďdestiny.Ē Then her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her all laugh and then she turns and leads them off the bus. I didnít know you were friends with them

I find my dad in the parking lot. He drives me back to our house and camp is over. So is summer, even though thereís two weeks until school starts. This isnít a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad, this is a story about how I learned something and Iím not saying this thing is true or not, Iím just saying itís what I learned. I told you something. It was just for you and you told everybody. So I learned cut out the middle man, make it all for everybody, always. Everybody canít turn around and tell everybody, everybody already knows, I told them. But this means there isnít a place in my life for you or someone like you. Is it sad? Sure. But itís a sadness I chose. I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But thatís not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus. I still havenít
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I enjoyed reading this, thank you.
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I am a millennial so I grew up listening to rap. this is awful.

This is rap/poetry.

http://vimeo.com/1630505
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Unfortunately rap has spilled over and even influenced "country" radio, which ceased being country music long ago. Country radio has gotten so awful that I would rather listen to rap.
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Originally Posted by rzotti View Post
Never thought I would find a rap tune freakin' awesome. These kids did a good job. Listen to the words.

https://vimeo.com/132643369
Artist name is Mike Morazzini, He is a Conn. native.

He has an album with 10 tracks available on ITunes titled "Anglers Talk"

His page: http://www.anglersmusic.com/Home_Page.html

White boy got skills!!!
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Rap sucks. There was a time when it didn't suck so bad but its worn out.
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Unfortunately rap has spilled over and even influenced "country" radio, which ceased being country music long ago. Country radio has gotten so awful that I would rather listen to rap.
i was gong to ask if current rap music is any worse than this "bro-country" crap that has supposedly replaced classic rock as the most poplar radio genre of late?
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