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No because poetry isn't taken seriously

Rap is poetry. It's the same shit, nigger.

>>13422756
RAP = Retards Attempting Poetry

Technically it is poetry because it employs the same techniques but it is to poetry what astrology is to astronomy. There's a great reason why the majority of rappers are black.

>>13422799
>but it is to poetry what astrology is to astronomy
One is attempting divination, the other is observational science.
Bad example, fool.

>>13422828
One is a science while the other a pseudoscience.

>>13422748
Check out Deca's The Ocean. It's about humanism and is the best rap I've heard.

>>13422748
its taken much more seriously as poetry than other genres of music. People wont even call bob dylan a poet but no one goves af if someone calls aesop or kendrick poets.

>>13422748
Shush shoosh
I'm in the hood
Having a party
But wait - what is that?
Thy man has grasped a 40 oz
It is hearty, as sound as the bass bumps through my thotty
A treble drops, and yet
It's a ghetto romeo and juliet
Lil Romeo, lil romeo can't you flee
Lil Romeo, lil romeo your thoughts may see
Lil Romeo: harsh in the night, and I hear rubbish through this false penance of mine for which I art mistake for a missing female. No she takes me at a loss, yet she wishes me here. She exists, i mustn't fret. What would God do to give a man a baseball bat? Yet no I must ball, to dribble, my lip, is full of my lines spit, and wine cigarillos - a life enthralled.
Lil juliet: lil romeo, lil romeo, your mind must be standstill
The bad man exists and he gives you money on your windowsill.
Rise up, lil romeo, and drop your thoughts
Who must be the fairest of them all
Lil romeo: damn this shit ice, or is it cash? My brain felt dry and now it's wet and that, lil juliet where can you be, I see her there she's under the scene, just above the sky, chasing the monkey riding the fly. (In German they call meat fleisch)
[And just like that their popped out two guys.]
I'm going to go and start a fuss, they may be tall but i ain't no runt
Lil juliet: lil romeo, you seem to be speaking clearly,
But why do you face that tree
I'm right here, I'm where your dogs are at
Your face speaks of terror even if your normal speech is a trap
Lr: I speak clearly, that you wench
I smell as well, you wear lies of stench
Who are those men beside you for
Lie not my beau, my dogs would not be in naked and made of crow.
Lj: but they are, that you see, you're on your drug, pcp.
Lr: if they are and I oblige, then why am I suddenly enthralled of guy
Lj: that you are and boy don't waver, foreign cock has been my savior. Bow your head and watch us go. Watch us play the song of crow.

-jayz

>>13422949
Lil Shakespeare *

>>13422921
Rap is technically poetry, Astrology is not technically a science.
*drops mic*

>>13422748
Because it's mostly incoherent doggerel. >>13422949
Case in point

>>13423031
It was pretty funny, I tried to use different writing styles w typical hood topics to poke fun at the 1 dimensionalism of rap

>>13422799
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bes2IU1A8fE

>>13423048
I can see why a lolbertarian would like him
It's not bad, I'd prefer something edgier or deeper but it's way better than anything I hear on the radio

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood
It's all good (It's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty
Uh, damn right, I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all (It's all good, nigga)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

You know very well
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
But not that many
'Cause you're the only one
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
I'll give you good and plenty

>>13422748
No because it isn't poetry

>>13422963
Astrology would technically be a science, why wouldn’t it?

>>13423141
Because it's divination

I'd like some water please
This room is way too hot to be here sitting and explaining
There's no joy in repetition
Plus you all know what I know
And that's a heaping pile of donut holes
I didn't even know them
I am not your perfect witness
Your team of fat blue buddies waddling around
And trying to crack the case
Are better off locating someone else
I spent a day on my New York shit
Didn't even meet them once
And I am not upset I'm just another guy minding his business
But if I had to guess I'd say whatever happened
Probably had to happen anyway
If crime's a definition do your job and write it up
But find another motherfucker to harass
I'm getting tired of this redundancy rendition
Come on, you know the drill, these walls are thick
I got my own shit that I'm dealing with
I haven't seen or heard a thing
I never met 'em, that's the city
Good luck working it Columbo!
I'mma bounce, you got my info
But you'll never get my pity and I'm out

If you kill him I won't tell
If you kill him I won't tell
If you kill him I won't tell
If you kill him I won't tell

Earlier that day after my regular alarm
Of tongue-as-blade that resonated clear through thin-constructed walls
After my first smoke but before I cop the paper from bodega
Bumped into you in the stairwell in our shit-constructed hall
On my New York shit as the customary bop
Don't talk to anyone, look forward, mind yourself, continue walk
The halls are thin and so is skin
When bearing witness to the sound you're generating everyday
Guess it reminded me of something
It must have taken every muscle in your body
To produce that little twitch you probably thought was passing muster
For a smile, but trust I recognize the gesture
I have seen it many times
I read the tells, I know the sacred art of bluffing
Maybe I shouldn't have
But as you passed I stopped and put my hand on your left arm
And we both paused, I meant no harm
And you look startled as I leaned into your ear
And said the first and last thing ever to you

"Do the thing you have to and I swear I'll tell them nothing."

If you kill him I won't tell
If you kill him I won't tell
If you kill him I won't tell
If you kill him I won't tell

>>13423150
Science can be wrong

https://youtu.be/ALWo2ZqTyxQ

This is for the heads that's loving the mix
My people in the front, all covered in spit
Batters in the box (uh), Suffa to pitch(what)
Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch
And we the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us
We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us
So jump with us, down in the front entrance (if it's your flavor)
Your flavor, come get drunk with us (woo!)
This life turned out nothing like
I had planned (why not?)
By now I should've had some land
Some money in my hand, 'round about fifty grand
But I got nothing (nothin'), I write rhymes on the bus
I keep suffering (sufferin), fuck the lines of the dust
You keep sniffing, that shit is for the punk hoes (whoa!)

I got hip-hop taste buds
I wanna hear that bass when I make love
Wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up
Write rhymes to get me through a break up, bitch!
Rather whiskey straight, no chaser
Went through fifty breaks, no flavor
Till I found this one, and made the
Bass hook with the drum, my savior
This is the comeback, tongue that's sharp like a thumbtack
It's so tight James is saying give my funk back
One track, eight track, a-dat, residual
Noise, band funk that we claim with the digital
Toys I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me
Throw your hands in the air like you're hailing a taxi
And move to the funk flow, you stepping, are you drunk bro?
This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row

People don't complain if Suffa's in here,
And you're in the front row, all covered in beer
And club owners don't say "the place is wrecked, it's your fault" (uh huh)
If the roof is on fire it's an electrical fault
Man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live
Like Friday night footy, in my hoodie can hide I
Get live on the breaks son, like pace one
Lads, if you're heading to the bar grab your mates one
Ladies come chill, come rock with me honey
I got like half a mill in monopoly money
There's no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand
We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand
Or take a plane to Japan, and drink sake with mafia
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Qaddafi a
Dinner date, followed by a funk show
We'll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row

You know I looked around, for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
(Ho how)
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
(Ho how)
Look me here, and I'm all yours, not for the money
And it's not for the applause, no
Oh no no no (It's for the nosebleed section)

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>>13423115
If your argument is rap belongs next to wordsworth, Shakespeare, homer or Kipling I'm afraid you're doing it a disservice

>>13423201
Please refer to OP. Please also post good rap if you've any.

>>13423224
I mean poetry, the subject, is necessarily ideal. I don't consider those ideal
Favorite rapper is lil Wayne tho, blows everyone out of the water.

Favorite line: Trapped in a maze, therefore I am amazing

>>13423257
>I mean poetry, the subject, is necessarily ideal
Solid point there, friend.

>>13422748
If Catullus and Martial are poets, I can't see why Notorious isn't

>>13422799
Yeah but who rich.

>>13423358
Bhad bhabie

>>13423358
Backpack kid https://youtu.be/tpV4SmtyqO4

>>13423201
>wordsworth
>kipling

It doesn't try to be high brow. It's just trying to sound good musically