Darrell Wade Burgan, a fellow reviewer here at godsofmusic.com had to edit this out of a review, for various reasons. But he suggested I put it up as an article for those interested. So I’m going to do just that.
I’ve done some varying degree of edit work on it so it appears as an article, and not something that was edited out of a review.
Also, after the discussion about cussing on the messageboards here, I thought I might spice this article up a bit. So, this article contains explicit lyrics. Parental discression is advised:
Eminem vs. Moby:
The thing with HipHop, is that you either like it, or you don’t. If you’re a party animal, you sort of get fed the culture. So you really don’t have a choice but to join your friends and try to dance along. It’s like smoking this HipHop thing. The more you smoke, the more friends you get. So once you’ve been forced to open your mouth to all the HipHop some DJ’s tend to pop in their CD players (or is it computers they use now?) you really are a slave to the music.
So I ask you, HipHop… What is HipHop? What the heck is happening man?
What is it with all this party HipHop themes? Whatever happened to the larger than life HipHop that used to rule the “streets” (world man, world.) No, I’m not talking 2Pac, or any of that jahrule junk. I’m just going to mention one name. Coolio.
I remember Coolio man. Nobody ever mentions the man anymore! Why the hell is that? “I see you, when you get there, if you ever get there.” So what if he took the melody from a classical tune, 50, no, 60% of all HipHop tunes rip off somebody anyway. It was the lyrics in that tune that really meant something. Larger than life lyrics, that really melted into our hearts, and made us foreigners love hip hop. All hip hop is now is an annoyance! Eminem, God! We didn’t have to come from any gang, shoot eachother up, join a gangbang, or go to some hump crackin’ disco to know what HipHop was all about. Neither did we have to hear artists talking crap about other artists either (Eminem Vs. Moby.) We knew, that what we heard, on MTV, on the record stores, or in our own homes for crying out loud came from the heart.
What is up with this new style hip,trip,skip,clickhop were everything has to be faster, more aggressive: “My hip hop is better than your skip hop! Nahnananananaaa!”
The bigger the E, the better, it seems.
What happened to the old keeping the love spirit:
“- Hip Hop hurraaaaayy, hoooo, heey, hooo.
I’ve got five on it, dah daah, di di di
Summer, summer, summertime.. summertime..
WHOOMP there it is! wh…
I can go on and on…
Today’s lyrics are so much more controvercial. Who gives a rat who humped who, who dissed who, who’s girlfriend is who’s, and who’s boyfriend’s been cheatin’ on who. That’s a Ricky Lake show, not music.
Do you think I’m wrong about this?! Well, how’s this: “The healing power of the Ricky Lake show!”
Yeah, that’s rich…
What is it with this stuff man? Either it’s trance going off at 100 100% annoy tha boot, or it’s hip- hop slangin shihoo which makes the babes moove their “tooshi”. Oh, isn’t that a slang word? Darn..
I mean, trance: Enter the boyz.. Shit-hop: Enter the “ladies” eeeek.
What the FUCK(!) happened to us grown ups?
I can understand if you put on make up several times a week, go out every day, and want to wiggle to some shit-flop.
But if you’r like me, who thinks that all this trip skip has gotten a little too out of hand, join the club. Oh, speakin’ of clubs if you go to a club with a DJ who isn’t retarded, pray for Coolio to come save us all.