Thread 24850700

Can rap lyrics be /lit/?

Check the flex

Rap baphomet, spittin half the alphabet with half a breath, from the A to the M I spit so much shit they call me laxative breath and Lazarus cause even after I kill it I come back from the dead
I'm doin lines of speed between the rhymes then I'm rollin weed with Bible papers so I can read between the lines
Mental deficiencies and intellectual disabilities but I still rhyme A to Z like Amazon with my special deliveries
Wagwan to the blonde wan, Don Juan, fuck your mom without a condom on
So you ain't a fast learner, put rap on the back burner or get your wack ass murdered by a mass murderer with Asperger's

They can be litty.

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>>24850700 (OP)
No. Your post is off-topic.

Not music.

Eminem raps in iambic pentameter so it's at least as literary as Elizabethan sonnets are.

>>24850728
Ignorant question: What is the most commonly used metric by English-speaking rappers? I am ESL sorry

>wordplay, Eminem
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>wordplay, Joyce
: 0

>>24850700 (OP)
White rappers aren't rappers

>>24850858
True, they're Poets.

rap is the last vestige of the squalid whale's corpse of literature. rappists are the myriad of crabs, shrimps, and other waterbugs picking its bones clean in the chthonic depths.
as such, it is capable of great moments of clarity and vision, it is the cry of poesy, but it is a swan song for the art, which could not stand on its own legs and required the crutch of a beat, of terpsichore herself to hold it up.

>>24850700 (OP)
Kanye West.

>>24851055
i suppose the whale itself is Euterpe, come to think of it.

>>24851055
>chthonic depths
>required the crutch of a beat, of terpsichore herself to hold it up.
I would rather hear rap than read a single sentence from you

>>24851078
i don't care bro. i just don't care.

sure.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmciuKsBOi0

Crouched down by the tree at his neighbors
He liked the way the bark ripped off like paper
He pretended he was Superman, eyes had lasers
Every step he took turned earth into craters
Little brown jacket, Lee jeans with a cuff
Bowl cut, blue and yellow mismatched Chucks
He's a sitting duck, didn't hear the car pull up
Thought his arm broke when they shoved him in the trunk

Brake light, night light, choking on his tear snot
"Fear not" summarize the voice within an earshot
Muffled through the seats, stale smoke
He can hear Scott-Heron singing "Home Is Where the Hatred Is"
Home is where they took him from and he don't know who's taken him
Puffy eyes, pissed pants, sore throat, scream like a whisper
Fists beat the backseat every time he whimpers
He can see his own breath, it's the middle of the winter
X-Men hologram card that was in his coat
A single source of hope as they speedin' up the road
He traded comics for it, he got a sleeve for its protection
He's just glad he got it with him, it's his one possession
He miss his mom's affection
He miss the dinosaur blanket on the bed that he slept in
Miss throwing sticks so the dog would go fetch 'em
Missed makin' forts in the woods with his best friend

Car stops, door slams
Wonders who he is, he just doesn't understand
Chafed legs, denim tears, piss, vomit
Wishing he could change into his blue pajamas
Superman logo with a cape on it
Then maybe he'd escape into space like a comet
He hears an engine's sputter, fatigued from the travel
Listens as footsteps grind in the gravel
Maybe he can leave if he promise not to tattle
The trunk wasn't Eden but he knew he was the apple
Streetlights flooded as the trunk popped open
Hoping for a relief or a reason he was chosen
Lurking was a silhouette with unfamiliar hands
Now he's a shaking mess, carried 'cause he couldn't stand
Bluish glow of television flickers in a stairwell
Led into a lair, he got sick from how the air smells
He's with his parents in his brain, this is their hell
He felt the worry in their bones, he don't fare well
Against these monsters in this crypt, in this hidden jail
All this time passed, I'm still scared that I'm there still

>>24850700 (OP)
>can
Yes
>is
No

>>24850700 (OP)
As long as Billy Woods exists, yes.

>>24850728
Moronic post. There's a world of difference between someone singing or speaking in metre and a poet using metre to write poetry.

Now at last we define a character
I admit I gave it a caricature
Its normal and special at the same time

>>24850819
16 “bars” of 8 couplets is the most basic, common approach. Many employ a free verse approach though, some intentionally annd others because they’re incapable of actually constructing verses.

>>24851055
>Rappist
This is such a pathetic, performative misnomer. Like bill bellichick saying Snapface or some shit when referring to social media as if he isn’t fully aware of at least 2 or 3 of these things.

>>24850700 (OP)
Yes, they can be integrated into literature. Ironically or otherwise.

>>24850700 (OP)
Slug shits all over Eminem.
Slug was as much of an influence on me as any actual author.

>>24851086
Didn't see this before I pressed Submit. LUM is a wordsmith too.
>no bedwetter vol. 2
Maybe for the best.

>>24850700 (OP)
https://youtu.be/DWhp7RiNaoE?si=41M3M_XXqJFYaOdU
yes but not by niggers

>>24850700 (OP)
I think they can be, if they’re high quality enough. Keep in mind much ancient poetry was meant to be set to song, or sung/recited musically, like the Iliad and Odyssey. Bardic traditions. In fact that’s commonly held to be the roots of human poetry by anthropologists and scholars, namely in song.

Typically though, the best rap is symbiotic with its beats, the background music or even accompanying instrumentation, and often doesn’t pass for very great poetry when the lyrics are taken apart from the song and read as a poem. I’d be happy to hear of exceptions but I think this applies to a lot of rap.

>>24850700 (OP)
Beware by Death Grips is /lit/.

>>24853000
huh

>>24853836
STOP DOING THIS BRO

got a knack for the cause of your new little paws
not too long before the patter of a pew bitter pause
thy litter still stand by birthing big dogs
watch your watch, watch for wanderlust's walking enterage
----
some said seven syllables and suddenly sat something sick
im somberly setting symbols sourced from a sauna
shipping sodding shoddy saudered songs saunterly
somebody call for me
the illness is comforting

yes these are mine.

>>24850700 (OP)
Homer was originally performed to accompaniment on a lyre. So, yes.

>>24850700 (OP)
Imma slap you, clap you, gat you, wrap you, and map you
Face against the wall, I'm about to drag you for a waltz
Watch me postulate across the abstract space to my pontificates
Listening to some yeezy, I made this next heat!

Burning the jews, trying to clear Montegue
Out of time riding a tangential line
I reach for the a priori, but I end up with komenasai
Slapping a 304 around, looking for God's sound
A jet 2 holiday, I buried a bitch away from the light of day
Avoiding solipsism with these euphemisms for the end of truisms

i don't think there's anything inherent in rap that prevents it from being high literature. that said, i haven't cared for any of the rap i've heard or read, and i mostly see this point raised by people who seem more interested in culture warring and in undermining the status of "real" literature and art than in anything else

Is there any rapper more /lit/?

>>24854722
I give you an E for Effort
WTF rhymes with Effort

>>24855145
I just looked it up, absolutely fucking nothing

>>24850728
Kek. Where does he do this? It's one of those 'literary' opinions parroted by people who don't know what that means. In The Way I Am, he employs use of anapests, not iambs, but normies can't differentiate the two. This tactic is then borrowed from earl sweatshirt on Mac Miller's "Faces V.2."

Not the only time earl steals from eminem though. On his breakout song, earl, he also lifts more than a few ideas from Eminem's Tim Westwood freestyle.

>>24854986
Yes

I'll be writing till I'm dead or maybe till I'm alive
All the emptiness I've bled has only helped me survive
Something melted inside when the tones hit my pulse
And stifled the idle eagerness to grow into my clothes
No one that I know is any longer good at actin'
Like they comprehend the motive uncoated to feed the corroded passion
Action needs to stay eye level with the rest
That's the least I deserve for the love that I've shed
I've trudged through the sediment in search of the rhythm
Dove soul first to bathe nude in its abyss
Paid dues and made music my religion
Now I listen, close my eyes, and forget I even exist
I sing a bastard's tune, inspired by the noise
The ship made before it sank and was finally destroyed
I flaunt the grin of a man made for disguising a boy
Who tried to avoid showing the cry in his voice
But there's something special about the notes that he hears
Those scales are redemption, unraveling repressed memories
And when he breathes, a new energy enters and consumes him
To heal his wounds and unseal his doom
If only I could make you understand
But words are just words so I can't
The universe's deepest art form keeps my heart warm with influence
I tell ya
Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music

>>24850700 (OP)
Bip

Living off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G stee twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For half, half of his niggas'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and it don't mean shit-ta
Villain: a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic, it's like the place get like: "Aw, yeah!"
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like "Aye, aye, captain"
Is he still a fly guy clapping if nobody ain't hear it?
And can they testify from in the spirit? (Nah)
In living, the true gods
Giving y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got "Ooh, Lord"s
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Either that or either one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it (Yuck)
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he bring his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playing yourself like accordion

When he at the mic, you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like why hoes need Kotex
Exercise index, won't need Bowflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpaonSDPw7Y

If mankind split into two
Would I give them the same kindness I give my own self
In my mind there is no one else

I murder a rhyme, one word at a time
You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine
You better get rid of that 9,
it ain't gonna help
What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I'm waitin' for Hell, like Hell,
shit, I'm anxious as Hell
Manson, you're safe in that cell,
be thankful it's jail
I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve

>>24850700 (OP)
https://fraterasemlen.substack.com/p/a-paragone-of-elizabethan-restoration

>>24850700 (OP)
No, but prog lyrics can

>>24850700 (OP)
Of course they can. What lyric can you even think of - rap or otherwise - to have caused as much debate and discussion as this:

“Real G’s move in silence like lasagna” - Lil Wayne

>>24852354
Okay, explain the difference between lyrics written in meter and poetic meter.

Wooh Jesus H Christ
We going home? I don't know
In slow-mo, in deep space now
Getting insecure
Very bad feeling
Creeping slowly
I need to go sleep
Or go pee
A homie
Laughing at me
With no teeth
Oh jeez
This shit is so deep
My brain's custard
What's happening?I don't understand
Max in Wonderland
Wearing nothing but his flipping underpants
Neon Dons in my socks and my shoes
Plus he's rocking my shoes
Fuck it I'm too
High to open up the door let me climb through
The window
Huh, where are we?
Half inside half outside my body
What's that noise?
Sounds like a party
Down a little passage we go open a black gate
Just go through the back gate!
Huh could it be?
And old lady reading a bible in bed watching TV
By the back door
Into the backyard
Im at peace thank God
What the? A big black dog!

Tik tik lollipop
Neus vol gom
Al hier vir 'n gangbang
Rou soos die son
Brand jou uit die prentjie volkom
Papa papa pas op vir die Neon Don

>>24850700 (OP)
Only if they were written by Dylan.

>>24855145
Zephyrs or heifers might work for near rhymes. Or severed. Not that I have any idea how you're supposed to work any of those in semantically.

>>24850700 (OP)
Some lyricists are just as good, if not better than Shakespeare

>>24856334
i was going to ask for an example, but looking it up, mori calliope is vtuber crap. i don't trust your judgement on this.

>>24856334
Name two (2) Deus.

Heil Hitler, niggers