Friday, September 30, 2011

Masta Ace - I Refuse

Y'all can hear me now; yeah, I know you could
And confidence rings through when you know you're good
And greatness is defined by the length of time
That one man can stand with the strength of nine
And smile into the face of adversity
And then say this ain't as bad as the worst can be
That's when you know you're the cream of the crop
Way back when you was young, you would dream of the top
Schemin', scopin', hopin'
Knowin' that a lane is open
'Cause when you're forced to eat your words
That's the same as chokin'
So you strive to set the bar higher
Intoxicatin' heat -- hotter than a car fire
And when the rubber meet the road
Like a car tire
You'll be on top, and sharper than barbed wire
Be confident. Keep your skills sharp. And always stay hungry. Platitudinous? Perhaps. But Masta Ace makes it sound so profound.

And yes, my excerpts are usually shorter, but paring down this poetry was just too tall a task.  Enjoy!

Thursday, September 29, 2011

De La Soul - Oodles of Os

Oodles and oodles of O's, you know
You get 'em from my sister
You get 'em from my bro
All I is is man, and once an embryo
Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow
Yes, I guess it's reflex
Some have no control
I'd rather let a laughter
And tally, off I go
Canoeing up the river or out into the O
You just know we're not
So not play the role 
Here's another old school track for you.

I confess I have no idea what this song is about, but art needn't be understood to be enjoyed. What I do know is that the lighthearted wordplay and overall goofiness make the song fun to listen to.  It reminds me of how De La Soul later criticized gangsta rap for being joyless (among other things).  While I think gangsta rap has a lot of offer in its own right, suffice it to say that they don't really make rap quite like this any more.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Xzibit - The Foundation

Realize you can only run the streets so long
Then the streets run you -- into the ground, then gone
It's kinda rough trying to teach you what's right from wrong
Same shit different day
It's the same ol' song
If the time ever comes that I meet my match
Take control of my assets
Fuck startin' from scratch
I've been posting a lot of new releases lately, so today I'm takin' it back to the old school.  Xzibit has never been a particularly cerebral rapper, but good rap needn't be intellectually inaccessible.  There's not much to say about this track; it's father-son advice in song-form.  And although it's tinted by gangsta sensibilities, the song is, honestly, kind of touching.
You are the foundation
Beginning of a new generation
I remember hospital hallway pacin'
I was anxious as fuck to see your face shine
Only to find that yours looked like mine
So it's like I'm livin' twice at the exact same time

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Talib Kweli - So Low

I always speak for the struggle
My people still hurting
I'm a name brand, I'm a product
But still a real person
I'm still flirting with death
Although I'm still certain
About my commitments in life
Although I'm still searching
I better find a way
If not, I better make a path
One thats seldom traveled by the masses
Few names are more closely associated with meaningful, intelligent hip hop than Talib Kweli's. And while he may occasionally celebrate that status by writing an self-indulgent, self-congratulatory boast track, So Low shows that he isn't afraid to wax introspective about his role as an artist.
I talk it how I live it
Yet I'm still considered
A walking contradiction
Cause I'm breaking out
Of your artistic prison, listen
I got my own demons
What I'm supposed to do with yours?
Times like this, I gotta remind myself what I do it for
People I knew before celebrity swear they see the change in me
I tell 'em change is God, you gotta let it be
There is a tendency to treat our favorite artists like vending machines, but it's worth considering that: (a) they are still human beings; and (b) constantly having to live up to the expectations of fans can be a burden.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Murs - Remember 2 Forget

I keep forgetting to remember to forget
All the lies and all the bullshit
All the reasons that we had to call it quits
Pieces to our puzzle that never seemed to fit
Started out fast and ended so quick
For weeks on end I was so sick
So the next time I start to reminisce
Remind me to remember to forget
Noted without comment.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

The Roots - Dear God 2.0

All I'm trying to do is live life to the fullest
They sent my daddy to you in a barrage of bullets
Why is the world ugly when you made it in your image?
And why is livin' life such a fight to the finish?
Since time immemorial, those who believe in a benevolent god have struggled to understand what C.S. Lewis called the "Problem of Pain." That is -- if a loving and all-powerful entity really is guiding our every move, why is our world so wracked by war? Why is life so often unjust and unfair? Why do we suffer?
Acid rain, earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis
Terrorists, crime sprees, assaults and robberies
...
Endangered species and we runnin' out of trees
If I could hold the world in the palm of these hands
I would probably do away with these anomalies
Why aren't things... better?

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Pharoahe Monch - Evolve

Extinguish the sun when I drew
Play pool with the planets
We are renegades
The movement outlandish
My shit is straight from the soul, goddammit
It's the one time only
Vernacular original miraculous spectacular flow
Computer digital
I piss upon the pitiful
Ridicule the minuscule
Pharoahe Monch need to park that ass like municipal
I could praise his complex multisyllabic rhymes, his singsong preacher's cadence or his intelligent -- occasionally recondite-- writing. But why repeat what's been said a million times before? I'll keep it simple: there are lyrical rappers, and then there is Pharoahe Monch.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Lupe Fiasco - Hurt Me Soul

Now I ain't tryna be the greatest
I used to hate hip hop
Yup, because the women degraded
But Too $hort made me laugh
Like a hypocrite, I played it
A hypocrite I stated
Though I only recited half
This is one of Lupe Fiasco's older songs, but it's probably my favorite. I know plenty of progressively-minded folks that love hip hop. To those people, this song poses a difficult question: how do you reconcile your political and social views with your enjoyment of music that is so often intolerant and regressive?
I had a ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott
'Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinkin' golly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my thirtieth watchin of "Streets is Watchin'"
I was back to givin' props again
And that was botherin'
'Bout as uncomfortable
As a untouchable touchin' you
The theme songs that n-ggas hustle to seem wrong
But these songs was comin' true
And it was all becoming cool 
I don't think anyone would disagree that mainstream hip hop too often celebrates misogyny, tolerates (at the very least) homophobia and glamorizes crime. Is it okay for us to enjoy music like that? I don't have an answer for you, Dear Reader -- and neither does Mr. Fiasco. You'll have to figure that out on your own. But if you feel at least uncomfortable about it, here's a song for you.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Surreal and the Sound Providers - Push On

It's been a long journey, a long road
Filled with potholes and obstacles
I've fallen so many times
It forge character tho'
And growth in my rhymes
Now when I fall, I'm older
Get up, smile, brush the dirt of my shoulders
...
Right now, there's no time to waste
Put your best foot forward and try to keep pace
I not sure I have much to add to this. I'll admit, I'm not a believer in the the "power of positive thinking." Hoping for the best won't unstack your deck; being optimistic isn't going to tip the scales of the Universe in your favor.

But.

Maintaining a positive outlook, even temporarily, does feel good. That's reason enough to try.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Mos Def - Life in Marvelous Times

Ends don't meet where the arms can't reach
Mean streets -- even when its free, it ain't cheap
On-going saga: terminal diagnosis
Basic survival requires super heroics
No space in the budget for a cape
It's when you gotta fly by night to save the day
Crash-landings routinely happen
Some survive; others never rise from the ashes
Fantastic lyricism, but it's pretty bleak stuff. It begs the question: what's with the song title? Life in Marvelous Times? It's line after line about the oppressive nature of inner-city life.  But then --
And we are alive in amazing times
Delicate hearts, diabolical minds
Revelations, hatred, love and war
And more and more and more and more
And more of less than ever before
It's just too much "more" for your mind to absorb
It's scary like hell, but there's no doubt
We can't be alive in no time but now
Life's tough -- for some of us more than others. But we have to make the best of it.  What other option do we have?

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Brother Ali - Tight Rope

Her boy terrified to let the world in
He has girl friends but doesn't want a girlfriend
He retreats inside himself
Where he lives life itself in secret
Daddy says people go to hell for being what he is
And he certainly believes him
'Cause there ain't no flame that can blaze enough
To trump being hated for the way you love
And cry yourself to sleep and hate waking up
It's a cold world, y'all
Shame on us
One needn't look very hard to find homophobia in rap -- ranging from the casually offensive "no homo" phenomenon to the aggressively offensive shit like DMX's Where Da Hood At. Though there are some signs of progress, this type of ignorance is still quite pervasive. So it's noteworthy when a rapper writes a verse showing solidarity with gay folks. Brother Ali deserves praise for his efforts, but the real celebration will have to wait until the day tracks like this are no longer remarkable for their rarity.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Skillz - Hip Hop

You get 'em wealth, that's what they attracted to
And when they get it, it never comes back to you
And it's sad, to watch you lose your grip so fast
And when you on TV, all I see is tits and ass
Shakin' it fast
I think what's striking about this track is how damn earnest it sounds.  Maybe it's just the Cat Stevens hook. Still, when Serious Rappers talk about the state of hip hop, it's usually something like "fuck all the commercial rap; I'm the only one making Real Hip Hop!" Skillz, on the other hand, just seems sad he was left at the altar.
Maybe it's who you hangin with
I ain't blamin' them
You get 'em shit they never had
And that changes them
But, see, you precious
More like a work of art
It's more to you, but the world don't get to see that part
...
Used to think bein' with you, was just the thing to do
Am I hurt cause you gone?
Or hurt because you doin' something new?
In a lot of ways, Skillz' track shows a sort of emotional depth and maturity that other thematically similar songs lack. Folks like Nas are still stuck at the Anger phase of the Five Stages of Grief ("Roll to every station and murder the DJ!"). In one song, Skillz makes it through Bargaining ("You ain't gotta turn back, just don't take a turn for the worse"), Depression ("I'm sorry that I got so attached / But I'm still here, if you ever wanna come back") and, finally, to Acceptance:
To me, you were never just a passing fad
I'm grateful -- some never had the chance I had
So before you go, take this advice
Some of us live you, think about us when you livin' your life

Sunday, September 18, 2011

J. Cole - Blow Up

Momma said I should reconsider law school
That means I wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful?
Hell naw! Got a degree but what that cost you?
You make a good salary, just to pay Sally Mae
My life, in four lines. Well, besides the "good salary" part.
Was broke as dishes, tryin' to let it go
Hit the club, she drop it low
Lower than my credit score
Account overdraft
What I got this debit for?
So much debt, it got me drinkin', thinkin' --
Bitch, I better blow
I better blow
Who better captures the malaise of our Great Recession than Mr. Cole? To be sure, his lyrics are peppered with the sort of "I'm rich!" braggadocio one would expect from a rapper, but there is an undercurrent of unease and uncertainty, too.  In another song, Villematic, he seems unsure about his chances for success ("I know my debut will ship, but is it gon' sell?"). There's a thought millions of us can relate to.