Rap / Hip-Hop

[hockeyskank]

Contexte : session de thérapie (voir l'intro de l'album Bastard)

Thérapiste : What you think of Hayley Williams?

Tyler : Fuck her, Wolf Haley (alias de Tyler) robbin' em. I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that that faggot nigga B.O.B. is in, and stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus, and I won't stop till the cops come in.

classique

Aussi, dans la même chanson il drop

I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a Pitchfork

Ce beat tape est fantastique, par Clams Casino.

1. Motivation (Lil B)

2. All I Need (Soulja Boy)

3. Real Shit from a Real Nigga (Lil B)

4. Realist Alive (Lil B)

5. Numb (Unreleased)

6. What You Doin’ (Lil B)

7. The World Needs Change (Soulja Boy)

8. I’m Official (Squadda B)

9. Brainwash by London (The Jealous Guys)

10. Illest Alive (Main Attrakionz)

11. She’s Hot (Deezy D)

12. Cold War (Lil B)

http://www.sendspace.com/file/jz9bfe

Fuck, la manière qu'il ralentit les samples vocales, les fait jouer à l'envers, qu'il les chop... Puis l'ambiance qu'il réussit à créer avec tout ça.

C'est aussi lui qui a fait le fameux beat pour I'm God, qui sample du Imogen Heap (Qui aurait crut que ça pourrait donner un tel résultat).

Brainwash By London donne dans un tout autre registre, il s'attaque presque à du dubstep, avec un beat assez sombre et minimaliste.

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pas pertinent

Bruh think I'm gay cuz I'm grinding in my tiny pants

Bet I'm the only goon nigga in these tiny pants

Internet like trash, human race is dirty

...

My kids growin up, hope they have a bright future

they don't play outside, they slaves to computers

[Gamin]

Bonjour,

J'ai des amis qui ont formé un groupe de rap il y a environ deux ans, et depuis ce temps, ils essayent de percer sur la scène québécoise. Sans prétendent qu'ils veulent sauter un peu les étapes, ils aimeraient bien se voir aux côtés d'Eminem ou de Dr Dre d'ici 3-4 ans. Anyway, on verra. Je vous fait écouter.

Va chier :

Impossible love :

L'adresse de leur myspace apparaît aussi dans le vidéoclip intitulé "Va chier".

Quand est-ce qu'on aura droit à un feud entre Escouade Magique et le Pinw Clan?

http://www.myspace.com/pinwclan

[Cloud]

Contexte : session de thérapie (voir l'intro de l'album Bastard)

Thérapiste : What you think of Hayley Williams?

Tyler : Fuck her, Wolf Haley (alias de Tyler) robbin' em. I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that that faggot nigga B.O.B. is in, and stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus, and I won't stop till the cops come in.

classique

Aussi, dans la même chanson il drop

I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a Pitchfork

C'est quoi le nom de la track?

[Thunder McFuck]

achetez le

http://oghindukush.bandcamp.com/track/i-have-learned-early-leak-2

[Cloud]

J'ai entendu quelques tracks, l'album est dope. J'achète ça très bientot.

[hockeyskank]

C'est quoi le nom de la track?

Yonkers, elle est posté sur la page d'avant.

Est-ce que quelqu'un a entendu le nouvel album de Raekwon?

Je m'attends à ce que ce soit aussi bon/mauvais que le dernier album de Ghostface, quelques bonnes chansons, mais rien de bien inspiré.

[hockeyskank]

Biggie est mort il y a 14 ans.

Sauté par dessus Mase et allez direct à 3:20

C'est sortit aujourd'hui, c'est bon. La majorité de la production est par Burn One (country rap/trunk music, c'est comme vous voulez) et Rittz est un rappeur au flow rapide, double rime, etc.

Le clip est cool aussi.

stream/download

http://www.djbooth.net/index/mixtapes/entry/rittz-white-jesus/

[PCMN]

achetez le

http://oghindukush.bandcamp.com/track/i-have-learned-early-leak-2

Je viens de le commander.

[L'Oracle-W00t]

J'viens d'croiser ça sur Reddit.. pour ceux qui aime ce type de beat

y parait qui yé bein hot..

Bien sûr, c'est de la marde avec un message de marde et un être humain de marde se complaisant dans sa situation de pauvre merdeux.

[Cloud]

Au moins il fait quelque chose pour essayer de s'en sortir.

[John de Gray]

On a une date officielle pour Detox!

Le 20 avril

[pedro]

Sa fait un bout que c'est annoncé!

va voir ici!

[MeThod]

RIP Nate Dogg

[Midory]

À 41 ans.

[kia]

Un rappeur de très haute qualité nous a quitté. RIP.

Keep it real Gangsta!

[nigga]

[Cloud]

RIP au #1 regulator

[Johnny Jazz]

Le King des Chorus is dead.

R.I.P.

[hockeyskank]

Cet album est un peu sous-estimé, mais en même temps c'est compréhensible. Il n'y a aucun hits, il y a beaucoup trop de chansons fillers et Nate Dogg n'était PAS un rappeur de qualité, alors les chansons solos sont plutôt ennuyeuses. Par contre c'était vraiment le roi des refrains et il y en a de bons ici. La production n'est pas super excitante ou originale, c'est du g-funk pur et simple.

La meilleure chose après Regulate.

[hockeyskank]

Je me suis rappelé de la description de Regulate sur Wikipedia qui était hilarante. Malheureusement, elle semble avoir été enlevé, mais j'ai quand même retrouvé le texte.

On a cool, clear night (typical to Southern California) Warren G travels through his neighborhood, searching for women with whom he might initiate sexual intercourse. He has chosen to engage in this pursuit alone.

Nate Dogg, having just arrived in Long Beach, seeks Warren. On his way to find Warren, Nate passes a car full of women who are excited to see him. Regardless, he insists to the women that there is no cause for excitement. Warren makes a left turn at 21st Street and Lewis Ave, in the East Hill/Salt Lake neighborhood[6], where he sees a group of young men enjoying a game of dice together. He parks his car and greets them. He is excited to find people to play with, but to his chagrin, he discovers they intend to relieve him of his material possessions. Once the hopeful robbers reveal their firearms, Warren realizes he is in a less than favorable predicament.

Meanwhile, Nate passes the women, as they are low on his list of priorities. His primary concern is locating Warren. After curtly casting away the strumpets (whose interest in Nate was such that they crashed their automobile), he serendipitously stumbles upon his friend, Warren G, being held up by the young miscreants.

Warren, unaware that Nate is surreptitiously observing the scene unfold, is in disbelief that he's being robbed. The perpetrators have taken jewelry and a name brand designer watch from Warren, who is so incredulous that he asks what else the robbers intend to steal. This is most likely a rhetorical question.

Observing these unfortunate proceedings, Nate realizes that he may have to use his firearm to deliver his friend from harm.

The tension crescendos as the robbers point their guns to Warren's head. Warren senses the gravity of his situation. He cannot believe the events unfolding could happen in his own neighborhood. As he imagines himself in a fantastical escape, he catches a glimpse of his friend, Nate.

Nate has seventeen cartridges to expend (sixteen residing in the pistol's magazine, with a solitary round placed in the chamber and ready to be fired) on the group of robbers, and he uses many of them. Afterward, he generously shares the credit for neutralizing the situation with Warren, though it is clear that Nate did all of the difficult work. Putting congratulations aside, Nate quickly reminds himself that he has committed multiple homicides to save Warren before letting his friend know that there are females nearby if he wishes to fornicate with them.

Warren recalls that it was the promise of copulation that coaxed him away from his previous activities, and is thankful that Nate knows a way to satisfy these urges.

Nate quickly finds the women who earlier crashed their car on Nate's account. He remarks to one that he is fond of her physical appeal. The woman, impressed by Nate's singing ability, asks that he and Warren allow her and her friends to share transportation. Soon, both friends are driving with automobiles full of women to the East Side Motel, presumably to consummate their flirtation in an orgy.

The third verse is more expository, with Warren and Nate explaining their G Funk musical style. Nate displays his bravado by claiming that individuals with equivalent knowledge could not even attempt to approach his level of lyrical mastery. There follows a brief discussion of the genre's musicological features, with special care taken to point out that in said milieu the rhythm is not in fact the rhythm, as one might assume, but actually the bass. Similarly the bass serves a purpose closer to that which the treble would in more traditional musical forms. Nate goes on to note that if any third party smokes as he does, they would find themselves in a state of intoxication daily (from Nate's other works, it can be inferred that the substance referenced is marijuana). Nate concludes his delineation of the night by issuing a vague threat to "busters," suggesting that he and Warren will further "regulate" any potential incidents in the future (presumably by engaging their enemies with small arms fire).

Warren recalls that it was the promise of copulation that coaxed him away from his previous activities, and is thankful that Nate knows a way to satisfy these urges.