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To RAP or not too RAP (that is the question) By T3

25 Sep

To RAP or not too RAP (that is the question)

So, as a self proclaimed lyricist I have to say I’m quite sick of rap. We went from being the moving force to being a marketing one. And its ugly. I grew up with Live at the Barbecue, 36 Chambers, The Infamous, and a few others that were game changers. As a poet first and lyricist later rap exploded larger than life in my mind and my ears. As a teen I went through so many Walkmans I should probably send a check to my dad. I stole his headphones, broke even more Walkmans and then had the audacity to play that jungle music as loud as I could get away with.
Its funny looking back but I remember when words were lined with provoking thoughts and slick soliloquies- and to me I couldn’t live without the words or the girls. Now as a full fledged adult I find it disheartening that marketing is all that’s left of hip hop in the mainstream. Let’s unpack this.

Anyone know of the Jungle Brothers? Or GURU? How about Poor righteous Teachers and Wise Intelligent? Heard the tracks Hurricane Sturang or Wordsmith? These are songs by artists who are amazing. Their style, intelligence, and delivery is obvious to even the most benign poser. However I’d bet you don’t know Sturang of OGC or Chino XL who penned Wordsmith which is the most amazing homonym I’ve heard. Know what a homonym is? Words that sound the same but have different meanings. I’m weak this week- get it? Cool.
Kool G Rap, Rakim and Canibus are a few word wizards I won’t even discuss because they are epic and half of the rap fans won’t listen or aint heard of em. Suffice it to say their greatness is unparalleled. These men twisted words at a whim. To create whole worlds on wax was nothing.

Now I’m jumbling names and eras and I’m sure I’ll piss off a few fans and hip hop heads. Honestly I don’t care. My beef is with the marketing devils that have raped hip hop in pursuit of a fiscal agenda that is to rap what stage four cancer is to a child. Ouch!- I know. However let’s backtrack a bit more.
Everyone remembers Tupac as a leader, poet rapper, and activist. I purposely didn’t include him. Yes he was larger than life. And yes his themes were sick, and needed. Brenda’s got a baby- ridiculous. Dear mama, of course. But on a whole his work was uninspiring and not legendary or classic. Before you label me a heretic let me expound on it. The guy did like 3000 tracks and most are wack! That’s not good rap. Good work ethic yes but that’s it.
However even he was speaking his mind and I salute that. Nowadays we don’t even have a Pac. Hell Big L is gone too! Anyone who could speak truth about their world and transcend it while droppin’ science and true skills are gone. Nas and Jay-z are still here too but I got bones to pick with them.
-Nas not so much. I always know where Nas stands. He does the music he wants and I always get great music and themes. Concepts that evolve as I listen and some that even Rewind (great track). I just want more.
-As for Jay-z, I’m disgusted. To me he is amazing rapper, but no lyricist. And as he transforms himself from man to mogul deeper and deeper he takes rap with him. All marketing and cliches. Cheap pauses filled with marketing. Okay I’m being a jerk but I’m not pleased. All I hear about is Sean Carter and his creations. No more originality. No more truth. Just success stories and chest pounding. Ugh. And a man in his position could be giving true lyricists a chance all day. But he won’t. As not more that a rapper he may not know how. We may relate to his stories, and as such we love them- but that isn’t a lyricist make.
And as for Cam, Diddy, Birdman, Wayne and all the other clever little peacocks- take a hiatus please. Enough bragging and whores. Enough rented whips and cribs.
Enough pretending.
You are all selling out just for a dollar.
How about doing what you love?
How about not objectifying women and schooling the youth in drugs clothes and hoes?
Guess it isn’t worth it to lead when you can follow…

And so I stand at the precipice, a man with a career and a dream as well. And yet I abhor the idea that I’d become the very fools who parade and preen in gaudy rented jewels and womens clothes. I loathe the idea of being that guy signed to live nation for the cheddar- and my real fans can’t afford the tickets. As it stands I rarely record. I have, no question. And its awesome. The pen is mightier than any sword and creates a bond between me and intelligent people, readers, my friends and even my blackberry lol. I copped my first smartphone just to get a full size qwerty keyboard. That Nokia 9300 damn near built my career as a lyricist. At the least it made me happy. And I penned marvelous stories, poems, soliloquies, and so on late into the night. My love for words demands satisfaction. It demands retribution for the death of real Hip Hop. However I prefer the shadows. I write for me. I rhyme for my friends. I share my prose with the few who know what hip hop is. I write for the sake of writing. To expand my knowledge and the truth of rap.
However the game don’t love me. It only wants me to give what it wants, to sell its products. I won’t endorse fools. I won’t sellout. And so as I write this I find myself still in a quandary.

To RAP or not too RAP,that is the question.
For now I think ill J Edgar it and keep my secrets.
Peace,
T3

Image 14 Mar

CHINO XL blazing mics better than your fav rapper!
(Click pic)
Verse 1

Now its chino everything………

For the next 3 minutes plus you have gotta
admit when rhyming this nice your heart is my pinyata

My word play will astound
make your mom say wow ironically wow is the word mom upside down

Tryin 2 separate myself my bizarre persona like a rabid cadavers tryin to stab his on organ donor

Walked to kilometer tried 2 be calm an not. empty this liquid malatov lava shot into your
yamaka

Pana My liver algorithm stab a married coward laugh in brat an children slap his wisdom but this isn’t sado masochism

Its a crass addiction and dastardly diction
Have you tap out a submission
A beast like baptista the puertrican edition

The script phenomenon
with The smith corona typewriter the unibomber ted kazinski wrote his manifesto on

America better ininvest in its
urban enviorments or get demolished like the london riots

Im pissing on arizona immigration
Laws out my vehicle
With casey anthony’s severed head hanging from my rear view

I’m outta my mind that ancient from cellar evil
Being blind Even Helen Keller favorite color was chino

N.I.C.E.

Verse 2

Now its chino everything

I use a verse as murder weapon word shredding sometime
living in hell can give u the best view of heaven

Come witness the venomous threat chino is deaths pet born with outta heart created straight from satan s chemistry set

will I ever b out shined still remains 2 be seen
Till I’m in a museum with a sign remains 2 b seen

You watching a man that is standing at the crossroad roads not them poor souls who flow softer than them glee episodes

You’d think I’m starvin how hard I’m charging the scenery Beautifuly how u figure that’s the garden of eden would be..

Problem with a nigga I say it in their face
Fuck steps to perfection I’m a
staircase

Pull bill o’reily spines out you figure
I’m a overdose
before you even get official word
………amy wine house

Mind of weaponry from the times of the Byzantines you talking metaphysicaly but chinos metal physically

The apitiminitimy of infinity and validity of my divinity half animal activity only monster in captivity

Legitimately
You resurrect any gladiator from sicily cant pattern Or manage match my intensity mentally.

N.I.C.E.

Verse 3

Now its chino everything

U could be this nice in ur next life or something
Just Die follow the light that’s white like the oslo gunman

Your rhyme like a woman that got whore ways laughters the medicine so you records then should cure aids

Too quote my mom I’m a thick skinned son of a bitch I’d would through rose bushes for the thorns Whenever I itched

Was captured branded
And vanquished In ancient anguish
I faced embraced evasive
hatred and made it my based language

The horror carver the Angry phantasma *ghost*spittin sangre tu cara. *spitting blood in your face*
leave ur head sliced
On a silver platter

Mannana manyaca i caca on you favorite flaca rapper ***tommorow you groupie little bitches , I’m shitting on your favorite skinny rapper***
Sick laughter witch crafter
This bastard is mastered
Six pastors took masses to access
The madness
Monastic violence like pontius pilate bandits given jesus back whipins and lashes

Viva latino when chino do a show
They’re will be nobody hustling outside Of your local home depot

Ridiculous flow perfected inside of my rap Greatness. A
destination you will not arrive at

I hear the uncomfortable silence when I drop my verses its agreed on by churches that I’m the
Idols you can worship

Brolic and hypnotical in public or solitude
I’m liable stomp
And boggle the human mind 2 molecules

Not bitter with a vendetta
Just a mile ahead those non spitters that a considered the fittest trend setters

My penned sentence
Like lucifer was my baby sitter
Until I’m surrounded by every step daughter of bruce jenners

Chino’ significant even when I just speak and brag my birth certificate is printed on a puerto rican flag

N.I.C.E.

***** denotes spanish translation

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