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I was forced into a short course in modern music education on a long trip to Canmore. Some of it was tolerable, but none of it was memorable. As far as I am concerned, it's good music if there is a melody that you can remember after you've heard the song and can hum or whistle it. Most rap doesn't have melody, neigher does it have harmony. It only has rhythm and the rhythm it does have is standardized and monotonous.

 

People used to complain that most rock is too simple because it has only three chords. Rap often doesn't have one chord. The bass line is frequently one or maybe two notes.

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elvis was a hero to most

but he never meant nothing to me

the sucker was racist straight out and plain

mother-fuck him and john wayne

ready to go 'cuz i'm hyped and i'm amped

most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps

 

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance go rush to the speaker that booms

I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly when I play a dope melody

Anything less than the best is a felony

Love it or leave it you better gain weight

You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play

If there was a problem yo I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

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WIth so much drama in the LBC,

it's kinda hard being Snoop D-O double G.

But I, some how some way,

Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day.

May I, kick a little something for the G's

And, make a few ends as I breeze, through

Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin

Cause my momma ain't home

I got bitches in the living room gett'n it on

And, they ain't leav'v till six in the morn'n

So what you wanna do, shit

I got a pocket full of rubbers and my home boys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors

But for what, we don't love them hoes.

We gonna smoke an ouce to that,

G's up hoes down while you muthafuckas bounce to that

 

Now that I got me some Seagrams gin

Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in

Now this types of shit happens all the time

You got to get yours, fore I gotta get mine.

Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g

I got the cultivating music that be captivating me

Who listens, to the words that I speak

As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

And get to mackin to this bitch named sadie

She used to be the homeboys lady

Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please

Raise up off these nuts, cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze

Beyotch

 

Later on that day

My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray

And a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke

Shit, this aint no joke

I had to back up off a bit and sit my cup down

Tangerey and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now.

But it ain't no stopping, I'm still poppin'

Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton

To serve me, not with a cherry on top

Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot

Dont get upset girl, thats just how it goes

I dont love you hoes, Im out the do

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I was forced into a short course in modern music education on a long trip to Canmore. Some of it was tolerable, but none of it was memorable. As far as I am concerned, it's good music if there is a melody that you can remember after you've heard the song and can hum or whistle it. Most rap doesn't have melody, neigher does it have harmony. It only has rhythm and the rhythm it does have is standardized and monotonous.

 

People used to complain that most rock is too simple because it has only three chords. Rap often doesn't have one chord. The bass line is frequently one or maybe two notes.

 

I distinctly remember you bobbing your head to a few bars of Jameroquai. Or was it, Kanye West :confused:

 

Yeah, that's the crack music nigga.

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elvis was a hero to most

but he never meant nothing to me

the sucker was racist straight out and plain

mother-fuck him and john wayne

ready to go 'cuz i'm hyped and i'm amped

most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps

 

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance go rush to the speaker that booms

I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly when I play a dope melody

Anything less than the best is a felony

Love it or leave it you better gain weight

You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play

If there was a problem yo I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

following up the PE w/ vanilla ice? jeebus, if that ain't blaspheming i dunna what is...

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Straight Outta Locash

A crazy mothafucka named Gusto

I fucked ya wife, cause the bitch is a big hoe

I fucked ya sister, I fucked ya cat

I would have fucked ya mom but the bitch is too fat!

When I'm in ya neighborhood, ya betta dig a moat

cause I'm comin to slit... ya motherfuckin throat!

Blood is drippin, I'm not slippin

Bitches panties, is what I'm rippin

Rollin faster than a motherfuckin dirt bike

Never met a piece of pussy that I didn't like

Like to eat it, like to suck it

Take that shit... in a bucket

Straight Outta Locash!!!

 

Comin straight out of Locash,

a crazy motherfucker named Dead Mike

So get ready cause you're goin for a long hike

off a cliff, I'm drivin you over

Now ya dead with ya fo' leaf clover

Float like a cannonball, sting like a shark

I'm the nigga waitin for you in the dark

Waitin to rob you, waitin to beat you

A bullet in ya head is how I greet you (whassup nigga?)

A villain with a hat, and it's like that

I tied yo' moms to a motherfuckin train track

Flat on her back, I give her some crack

It's ten o'clock - DO YOU KNOW WHERE YO MOMS IS AT?

At my house (doin what?) wipin her ass

She had to move... STRAIGHT OUTTA LOCASH!!!

 

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Straight Outta Locash

A crazy mothafucka named Gusto

I fucked ya wife, cause the bitch is a big hoe

I fucked ya sister, I fucked ya cat

I would have fucked ya mom but the bitch is too fat!

When I'm in ya neighborhood, ya betta dig a moat

cause I'm comin to slit... ya motherfuckin throat!

Blood is drippin, I'm not slippin

Bitches panties, is what I'm rippin

Rollin faster than a motherfuckin dirt bike

Never met a piece of pussy that I didn't like

Like to eat it, like to suck it

Take that shit... in a bucket

Straight Outta Locash!!!

 

Comin straight out of Locash,

a crazy motherfucker named Dead Mike

So get ready cause you're goin for a long hike

off a cliff, I'm drivin you over

Now ya dead with ya fo' leaf clover

Float like a cannonball, sting like a shark

I'm the nigga waitin for you in the dark

Waitin to rob you, waitin to beat you

A bullet in ya head is how I greet you (whassup nigga?)

A villain with a hat, and it's like that

I tied yo' moms to a motherfuckin train track

Flat on her back, I give her some crack

It's ten o'clock - DO YOU KNOW WHERE YO MOMS IS AT?

At my house (doin what?) wipin her ass

She had to move... STRAIGHT OUTTA LOCASH!!!

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