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Tyler, the Creator- Inglorious
 

each time i’ve read about tyler, the creator and the rest of his crew, ofwgkta, the discussion has been that their sound is what’s next. it’s a countercultural movement brought on in reaction to today’s popular hip-hop music. that may or may not be true, but i decided to post the song primarily because tyler is nice. he writes and produces his own stuff as well as material for other members including earl sweatshirt (who also is nice) and domo genesis, and, as i said, he’s good at it. as far as the material is concerned, it’s very much the music of a young person (if i read correctly, tyler, the creator, at 19, is the oldest of the bunch). there’s a lot of talk about sex, murder, and anger. there are more than the usual share of ‘fuck you’s’ and ‘i don’t give a fuck’s’. it seems somewhat typical of teenagers, but not so much in a way that you’d expect to hear on the radio. tyler’s (and earl’s) music is what you’d expect from the kids who annoy the hell out of everyone who has the misfortune of taking public transportation when school lets out. having said that, i chose this song in particular because it’s what i imagine you’d hear if you conversed with one of those kids about their families. unfortunately, many kids are brought up in single-parent households; tyler, the creator is one of them. this song expresses his anger, his embarrassment, and his frustration at his father’s absence. it strikes me as a very genuine moment. i’m probably just thinking too much.

-the skinny miracle

Limp Bizkit & Method Man - N 2 Gether Now

Hmmmm…so….I needed to post something nice and angry today in tribute of my long ass flight. I left Miami for LA last night at 8pm on a direct Spirit flight. It’s 8:37am and I’m in Tampa airport (4hrs by car from Miami). Did I mention that there are 140 other people with me. Yea…long night. 

So…in ode to my mood at the moment, here is Limp Bizkit and Method Man with N2Gether Now. And…quite frankly…if one more Spirit employee thanks me for my patience, I’m gonna tell them to shut the fuck up. 

Enjoy the track.

-Calidre

Limp Bizkit & Method Man - N 2 Gether Now

[Fred:] Who can be the boss? 
Look up to the cross 
Stranded in the land of the lost 
Standin up, I’m sideways 
I’m blazin’ up the path 
Runnin on the highways of rap 
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal 
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode 
I’m Dashin all the meteor strikes 
Keep the media dykes 
As re-enforcements for the fight 
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone 
Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track 
Where the fuck you at? 
[Method Man] Tical
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now 
[Method Man] Shut the fuck up!
I’m pluggin in them social skills 
That keep my total bills over a million 
The last time I checked it 
Thank God I’m blessed with the mind that I wreck it 
Wait until the second round, I’ll knock him out 

[Method Man:] They call me big John stud 
My middle name mud 
Dirty water flow 
Too much for you thugs 
That can’t stand the flood 
What up doc? 
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd 
The sure shot 
Mr. Meth I’m unplugged 
Learn 
Temperature’s too hot for sunblock 
Burn 
Playin with minds can get you state time 
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind 
Killa bees in the club when there’s ladybug 
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug 
Love is love all day ‘til they both slug 
And take another life in cold blood 
Can’t feel me? 
Cause it’s your blood 
Murder is tremendous 
Crime is endless 
Same shit different day 
Father forgive us 
They know not what they do 
Our praises do 
I’m big like easy, ya bigbamboo 

[Method Man:] What’s that, I didn’t hear you? 
Shut the fuck up! 
Come on a little louder 
Shut the fuck up! 
Everybody N 2 Gether now 
Shut the fuck up! 
What? What? 

[Method Man:] Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn 
Deadweight they dead wrong 
Let’s get it on 
Twelve rounds of throwdown 
Who hold crown? 
Protect land with both pound 
Limp Bizkit 
Get around like merry-go 
What’s the scenario? 
Comin’ through your stereo 
Why risk it 
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted 
Eight essential vitamins and minerals 
Delicious 
Word on the street is 
They bit my thesis 
Knocked out their front teethes 
Tryin to taste mine 
Actin like they heard through the grapevine 
Dope fiendin for the baseline 
To provide rhyme 
Pharmaceuticals 
Hard as nails to the cubicle 
Where you find that monster 
She beautiful 
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit 
Roll on the check 
Kick a hole in the speaker 
Pull the plug and inject 

[Fred:] Mic check 
So what’s it all about? 
Where we gonna run? 
Maybe we can meet up on the sun 
Discretion is advised 
For the blood of virgin eyes 
Limpin on the track with Method 
So get the sunblock 
You get your one shot 
Until you dissolve 
I revolve around everything you got 
From outta nowhere prepare 
You’ll be blinded by the glare 
I told you not to stare 
Now you’re turned into stone 
Without a microphone 
But don’t you forget you’re in the zone 
[Method Man] So shut the fuck up!
And take that shit back 
Cause all your shit’s whack 
[Method Man] Doodoo is doodoo
When it’s way down like that 
Burnin up your brain like a piston 
So all those who didn’t listen 
Never even knew what they were missin 
And never even knew that the sky was fallin down 
Wu-Tang Clan for the crown 

[Method Man:] What’s that, I didn’t hear you? 
Shut the fuck up! 
Come on a little louder 
Shut the fuck up! 
Everybody N2 Gether now 
Shut the fuck up! 
What? What? 

[Method Man:] It was over your head all day every day 
S-I-N-Y 
1-0-3-0-4 
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp 
B-I-Z-K-I-T 
Gotta know the time 
Gotta know to rhyme 
It ain’t easy bein greezy 
In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness 
We gone 
Peace 

Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y’all, bring it on 

Hey wait up, where you guys going? You’re not recording are you? I’m all alone 
I can’t do this 
Feel it 
You guys feel it out there? 
Check your head if you feel it 
Hey, hey, hey 
Every day is brigther than the next day, at least that’s what you think

Nine Inch Nails - Closer


I started listening to Nine Inch Nails about two years ago after a friend told me that it was her favorite band and recommended them to me. You’re probably wondering, how did I not hear of a band, a famous one at that, that has been active in the music industry for just about twenty years? Well, it happens. Keep in mind that there is a ton of music artists out there and one can only listen to so many.

Anywho, for those of you not familiar with Nine Inch Nails, they are a rock band from Cleveland, Ohio headed by Trent Reznor. I’m sharing the song that initially drew me to them, which is Closer. The song is pretty badass; Trent Reznor’s voice comes off raw and angry throughout the track, and you can tell he genuinely means it when he says, “I want to fuck you like an animal.” I think the song pretty much speaks for itself, so enjoy. There is also a video for Closer that goes along with the song perfectly. I highly suggest watching it if you haven’t already. You can find it here.

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me Ive got no
Soul to tell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get
Away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that
It brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my
Everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its your sex i
Can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody
Else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive

-moises

Notorious B.I.G. - Gimme the Loot

Notorious, the biggie movie just came out today, but… i doubt i’m going to see it.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Big, I grew up on Big, but I’m just lazy and cheap.  Growing up all I remember listening to for a period of time was Bad Boy and Wu Tang.  Man the East Coast/West Coast beef was so huge back then that I still haven’t heard a whole Tupac album (I’m going to force myself to at some point, cuz that’s really doesn’t make any sense for someone that loes music as much as I do).  I remember getting a BMG account back in the day so that I could buy all the albums with the parental advisory label on it, so I had everything with no problems back in the day.  My friends and I memorized all the lyrics from Ready to Die and Life After Death.  Looking back, especially at this song, maybe I shouldn’t have been listening to this as a kid.  But oh well, I haven’t robbed anyone.

Gimme the Loot is one of my favorite Biggie songs ever.  He’s just straight spitting one of the hardest rhymes and stories ever on this track.  Really I can’t say too much that has not been said about Biggie.  To me he will always be one of the greatest and when it comes to hardcore rhymes “Gimme the Loot” displays it all.  Now if Notorious was a documentary that showed studio footage of Biggie recording this song and some of my other favorites such as Everyday Struggle, Unbelievable, and Notorious Thugs, I would be standing in that cold ass line right now to see it, but for the Diddyandvolettaized biopic… i’ll wait for the dvd.

Yeah. Motherfuckers better know… huh, huh. Lock your windows,
close your doors. Biggie Smalls, huh…yeah.

Verse One:

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of ‘93
I’m ready to get this paper, G, you with me?

Motherfucking right, my pocket’s looking kind of tight
and I’m stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest

No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket that’s fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I’m a smoke him yo don’t fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move

Nigga, you ain’t got to explain shit
I’ve been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfucker’s sure to die
That’s my word, nigga even try to bogart
have his mother singing “It’s so hard…”

Yes, love love you’re fucking attitude
because the nigga play pussy that’s the nigga that’s getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I’m dipping up the block and I’m robbing bitches too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn’t give fuck if you’re pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant

I’m slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
When it’s time to eat a meal I rob and steal
‘cos Mom Duke ain’t giving me shit
so for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I’m dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I’m all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?

Verse Two:

Big up, big up, it’s a stick up, stick up
and I’m shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup
Don’t let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath
You’re talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don’t be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
‘cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent

Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
And my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip

One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel
before you find out how blue steel feel

from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherfuckers don’t have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I’m digging in pockets, motherfuckers can’t stop it

Man, niggaz come through I’m taking high school rings too
Bitches get strangled for they earrings and bangles
and when I rock her and drop her I’m taking her door knockers
And if she’s resistant “baka! baka! baka!”

So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too

Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?

I hope apologetic or I’m a have to set it
and if I set it the cocksucker won’t forget it

Verse Three:

Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeep

Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the fucking C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream “bam! bam!”, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar

Ooh Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat…

Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that…
Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(Oh shit! The cops!) Be cool, fool
They ain’t gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
(So why the fuck he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain’t trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he lookin in my face
You better haul ass ‘cos I ain’t with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, ‘cos I’m about to shoot
A true motherfucker going out for the loot