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>As far as COMPETING with other genres pound for pound in the
>Love and Romance department I can't honestly say that Hiphop
>can go with the heavyweights like R&B...But when Emcees DO
>discuss Love/Romance??? You get GEMS like the one below...As
>far as the misogyny dept Hiphop is HEAVY admittedly so, but
>then again so is Rock (Led Zeppelin anyone?)
dude, hip hop can't go against the lightweights in other genres. there's simply not enough love and romance material hip-hop's entire collective catalogue to complete. and once again, for every GEM like the one you included, i can put up 100 GEMS in damn near every other genre that murks it. there's a degree of misogyny in every music, but overall rock ethers hip-hop in the love in romance department. hell, so does polka if you wanna take it there.
>I'd say the ONLY genre beating Hiphop in what it's BREAD AND
>BUTTER is (Social Commentary - Keeping it funky Hip Hop would
>have never gone corporate "thug" were it not for PE/BDP/Cube)
>is maybe Roots Reggae. Rock doesn't do it. Neither does
>Country. R&B during the 70's came close, but if you really
>think about it, Hiphop is R&B's underpriviliged lovechild!
wrong again. from about 1964 on, soul music influenced an entire world with social consciousness that lasted until the late 80's. that's three decades, and that consciousness spread to various other genres. hip-hop's consciousness window overall didn't last 10 years. curtis mayfield alone put it down longer than that. no way in hell is hip-hop touching soul and funk music in terms of social consciousness and impact. for every heavyweight you cite, i can give you an rj's latest arrival with "shackles" and keep it moving without even having to get to the heavyweights. that's the difference.
>
>Oh yeah, back to Love...
>
>It's like, I care about you, I think about you all the time
>it's like, we friends and shit?
>which means we treat each other right
>you'll be there for me when you gonna be there for me
>
>Verse 1:
>yo it wasn't even like that
>I wanted my cardiovascular to fight back
>cupid had me runnin' circles blindfolded
>in the daytime with a flashlight looking for her
>yo, sit back, relax and smell the roses
>a fly girl by any other name would still be that
>but the trick is to see that
>I'm caught in between future's fantasies and memories I played
>back
>told my man I started sword fighting
>'cause fencing was similar to tongue kissing
>if you wait too long you gonna end up confessin'
>all I think about is you undressin'
>I extended my thoughts in a relationship
>but they sunk like the titanic relation-ships
>she was in a love triangle
>but it wasn't like my feelings weren't there to make it a
>square
>penny's for her thoughts
>she's my very own American Beauty, red petals when we talk
>...the f word
>
>Chorus 1:
>She like music, got me heavily booted(?)
>when I'm out with her feelings be mixin'
>chemical elixirs, caught her like a sickness
>and can't get rid of it, these sexual addictions
>
>Chorus 2:
>tangle witted in my opposite sex friendships
>with too many emotions, got me bent up
>and it's real ill when something going on
>but nothings being said trying to figure it out
>wrapped all in your head just spit it out and I'll
>truly understand what the problem is
>'cause you got me twisted tryin' to stress birds
>kickin' that f word
>fuckin around, flirtin' and stressin' my nerves
>
>Verse 2:
>check this situation, I wore my lust like cologne
>she called it Obsession
>the background's black and white and we adolescents
>like what the fuck we know about love?
>the more I learn it's like the Clash of the Titans
>all I wanna do is avoid fightin'
>a little arguing's okay but not everyday
>and if we can't communicate what we got decays
>until the smell gets more pungent
>to the point where we can't be seen in public
>body parts fallin' apart, a symbol of what things do
>or better yet, a symbol of what friends do, they die
>and together forever just sounds fly
>that's how it sounded to me when I heard it
>and slow motion was her lips as she worded
>the f word
>"don't take it personal, I like you a lot but I don't wanna
>lose what we got"
>but what we got now is friction
>she tellin' me intimacy and friendship she ain't mixin'
>the f word
>
>Chorus 1
>
>Verse 3:
>yo, you burnin' the candle at both ends
>I'm supposed to be the friend, I'm gettin' fried in the end
>the big bang theory, what is this a trend?
>you ask a girl out and the universe extends
>tell me to talk to the hand again and I'll read your palm
>I'm smellin' your shit now, don't know how to call
>all I wanted was grounds for understanding
>I ain't greedy, but to hold your heart I gotta put my hand in,
>why debate?
>you think you can fit me in that anorexic space between love
>and hate?
>I got all of the first one and none of the other
>and that's something I learned from my sister and my mother
>thought we was close in the genesis before all this
>technology was cordless, a senseless courtship
>this is more than just a song and when he's treating you
>wrong
>I'm more than just a shoulder to cry on
>the F word
oh yeah, i can just feel the love in this. bro, do better...seriously. *lol*
inaugural member - okayplayer sports hall of fame.
what i'm digging right now:
chocolate butterfly - self-titled
laura jane - welcome to my planet boo
me & this japanese guy - waiting for the miracle
wade3 - dreams
tracey amos - who are we really?
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