Music and Lyrical Analysis

I wanted to try something new regarding all the music we listen to. I'd like to try and get some meaning from our favorite songs. My only request is that the posts be serious analysis of the songs and that each genre of music is respected, even if you don't like that one. A new song to analyze will be posted every day, and the next one will be from the rock genre. The first song is "Real ******z(slang term for Negroes) Don't Die" by old school group NWA. (For the sake of the TOS, the word ***** in this song will be replaced by Negro)

Real ******z Don't Die

I'm a ************ negro wit an attitude(4x)

(Dr Dre)

I got a case of spitting in a ********** face
So me and my ace we got a taste
Of a ********** billy club he took his gun and
Put it to my head and said Negro start running
So tell me what's the next episode
Is he crazy, does he want to chase me and waste me
I thought run ***** run but I caught myself
Because my secondary thought was death
i get hit hard real but still ********** said
I want another black *********** dead
Negroes ain't good for **** for me
'Cause this is a race fo second class
So get your ass up against the wall *****
And then he tried
They jumped me but the punk became a victim of a walkby
****** wit Dre, you can't afford to be an *******
It's just another way to let you know
Negroes send them, negroes send them, negroes send them
Punk can't **** wit me
Real ********** G (Got that)
Straight from the streets of the CPT
Telling you why real niggaz don't die

(Chorus)
I just want to celebrate (2X)

(MC Ren)

Real negroes don't die 'cause they eventually multiply
The negroes are wit it but taking out on I
Because the times are so wrong, got to stay so strong
Negroes got to keep going on and on
And don't let no pail face, they throw your ass in a cell race
Have you resident suck a pie in a jail space
That's what they want to do 'cause the system is ****** around
I try to let you know what the record it's underground
They don't give a **** about a negro
They would rather pull the trigger
And have you running from barrels smiling saying geez
So negro get smart and rebel back
I'm not wit that black just so I'm not gonna nail that
All I see is negroes getting harrass
We can't do nothing about it but get a foot in they ass
Yo, but a very negroes grabbed a nine
And started shooting **********, it would put them in line
And that's how it's suppose to be
When the ***** ass negroes try to fuk wit me
Yo because the shoes let the dry
To kill a negro cause negro a ********** real negro don't die

Chorus

I'm a ************* negro wit an attitude

(Eazy-E)

Oh let the good die young, so that make me young and bad
Putting ass kickings on the negroes that never had
So I guess that makes me tough ****
Straight up gangsta, wrong Negro to **** wit
So how can a Negro die when he's causing the bloodshed
By shooting ************ in the head
Trying to make a Negro extinct because they fear me
But never want to hear me
So I'm a let 'em know how a negroes's living
Checking for *********** cause nobody ain't giving a damn thing
To a negro, a real negro
So I'm living by the ************ trigger
Cause a negro ain't afraid of being locked up
I'm out of luck, so why should I give a ****
But they still want to try
To kill a negro like me but ********** real Negroes don't die

Discussion anyone?

 

I can't hear the music.

 

It is obviously a biased analysis of the historical forces that allowed young couples to have a greater choice in their marriage in the early 19th century, as displayed in such novels as Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice

 

Yes, substituting "Negroe" for a word is totally acceptable.

Even i wouldn't be as daft as to post that song.

Also, the point of the song was to sound cool to white suburban teens and to make money.

 

Umm...alright. I think the chorus is indicitive of the feeling of giving up in the community in question, the feeling of imminent death leading to a breakdown of convictions. Also commented on is the fact that blacks are expected to bear injustices and not be bitter about it, with:

They would rather pull the trigger
And have you running from barrels smiling saying geez
So negro get smart and rebel back

That's just my thoughts.

 

You said white people. You must be a racist!

 

Those black people sure like to shoot each other

 

When did I say 'white people'?

 

I do not like the term "White", I prefer Anglo-Saxon American thank you.

 

"Yeah i want something new,but what am i suppose to do i love you. Yeah i love you. It's true."

It's from the song "Hummer" by The Smashing Pumpkins. I've always thought many people have this feeling or conflict. I always did. Billy Corgan has endless verses that delve deep into human emotions. Beautiful and tragic.

 

Throw in "protestant" and I won't team up with EBB to sue.

 

Folks, if you don't like this thread or the song that's up right now then don't post.

They don't give a **** about a negro
They would rather pull the trigger
And have you running from barrels smiling saying geez
So negro get smart and rebel back

I think he's saying that black people should respond to violence/racism by getting smart and beating the system from the inside, here. Very cool to have a positive message considering how violent some of the lyrics are.

I'm a ************* negro wit an attitude

I think this line is sarcasm, personally. I think he's attacking the idea that his wanting to improve himself and his people and not wanting to have to deal with racism is an undesirable 'attitude'.

 

This is a great idea for a thread, Suzuki! I've listened to this song hundreds of times, but I have never sat and read the lyrics alone without the music. This is a very in your face proclaimation of repression of African-Americans and their culture. It is very honest, forcing you to identify with the reality that is led by millions of urban dwellers in the USA. NWA is coming out and saying "This is who we are, we're PROUD, and don't give a ****!"

But what do I know, I'm as white as you can get.

 

And us white simpletons couldn't understand their complex and meaningful music.

 

Don't be afraid to comment because you're white. The reason for songs like this is to let non-blacks hear about what is going on, and to send that message along. Blacks already know.

 

My personal favorite Gangsta Rap song is as follows:

Red Rum by Project Pat

Red Rum
Red Rum
Red Rum
Red Rum

[Project Pat]
A 44 bullet shell took my ***** life
Triggas pulled by some young ****** on that white
He used to ***** with them boys on the weed tip
They found my ***** dead face down in a ditch
I saw the ***** on the news just the other day
I ain't for singing no blues, I'ma make 'em pay
I know them *****es they be hangin' at the Shake Junt
I catch 'em slippin comin' out and commence to pump
Been led leave 'em dead on the ****** scene
Ballin out and the steam'll make the getaway clean
I made a block then I switched to the other ride
I'm still in shock cuz I just did a homicide
I executed me some punks that deserved it
They had a warrant for they death so I served it
I gave them tricks a little dose of they medicine
I bet them **** man'll never try that ***** again

[Chorus:]

(Red Rum) Most of yall
Wanna see some blood spillin anyway
(Red Rum) Bodies fall
****** dyin' young on this everyday
(Red Rum) ***** race
When it been yo' time for you to clock out
(Red Rum) Had a face
But you should not had your ******* guard down
[repeat]

[Project Pat]
In the street ***** die
They got fired cuz they tried
Test the game of the man
Who's committing homocides
Suicide
Would be better for you fools
But I'll be damned if I don't
Help you out
Like the ??
I can and I'm willing
To proceed with a killing
Stick a gauge up ya anus
Do a crime make it haneous
Amos anger to my chamber
Let a slug through that toe
Cuz I'm on a body stalk
Puttin suckers in the chalk
Walk the walk
Get ya game
Guns click it's whatever *****
I ain't brought *****
So you know whatever's clever *****
Trigga happy nappy headed
?? peels off
Mother****** caps when I roll with the shotgun
Project pop one
Of you ***** tryin to steal my ****
***** with me and mine
And I swear it's a murder *****
Yeah I see you ***** mean muggin' on them porches
Unload that thang watch 'em scatter like roaches

[Chorus]


Amos edit: Star out the whole word please

 

Don't be afraid to comment because you're white. The reason for songs like this is to let non-blacks hear about what is going on, and to send that message along. Blacks already know.



Yes, thank god for NWA, keeping the non-black people informed. Screw the news, I've got rap music!!!

 

You're misinterpreting the statement, I suspect intentionally. The point is that people don't know what's going on in regards to the issue in question. If you think things like this are out in the open because of the coverage of the Timothy Thomas riots on CNN, then all you're doing is arguing that something is naive based on your own naivete.

 

Okay. Today's song is Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth. I'll have the lyrics up soon.

 

no more hip-hop! this, this is art!

Elektronik Supersonik by Zlad!

Hey baby wake up from your a sleep
We have arrived onto the future
And the whole world is become....

Elektronik, Supersonik,
Supersonik, Elektronik,

Hey baby ride with me away,
We doesn't have much time,
My blue jeans is tight,
So onto my love rocket, climb,
Inside tank of fuel is not fuel, but love,
Above us, there is nothing above,
but the stars, above

All systems gone!
Prepare for downcount!

5....4....3....1! Off blast!


Fly away, my space rocket,
You no need put money in my pocket
The door is closed I just lock it,
(Ha) I put my (Ha) port plug in your socket (Ha Ha Ha)

The sonic sky is bright like fire
You and me gets higher and higher
Cut communication wire
Only thing can stop us is flat tire

Ha, Ha, Ha Ha Ha Ha

Hey love crusaider
I want to be your space invader
For you I will decend the deepest moon crater
I is more stronger than Darth Vapour
Obey me I is your new dictator
For you is Venus, I am Mars
With you I is more richer than all the tzars
Make a wishes on a shooting stars
Then for you I will play on my cosmic guitars!

Ladies and Gentlemen
Fasten your beltseats
We has commenced our decent
I trust you enjoy this flight
As much as you enjoy this accent

Now back on Earth its time for downsplash
Into sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash
People have arrived for to cheer me from near and far
And as I float I open door and shout
"I am worlds biggest, washed-up superstar!"

(Supersonik, Elektronik)

As for sure as the sun rises in the west
Of all the seas and all the boats I am the bestest
come, let me put ring of Jupiter on your finger
Then like a smell around you I will forever linger
Ok, is time for end, no more will I sang
Let me take you back in time,
I want for you to experience big bang

Long live space race
Long live, Molvania

 

The lyrics are below. This song is full of applicable metaphors.

[Mustaine]

You take a mortal man,
And put him in control
Watch him become a god
Watch peoples heads a'roll
A'roll...

[chorus:]
Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes
Swaying to the Symphony ...
Of Destruction

Acting like a robot
Its metal brain corrodes
You try to take its pulse
Before the head explodes
Explodes...

[Chorus]
[Solo - Marty]

The earth starts to rumble
World powers fall
A'warring for the heavens
A peaceful man stands tall
Tall...

[Chorus]

 

no!

back to hip hop!

 

Fine.

[Intro: George Bush]
'There's an old saying in Tennesse, I know it's in Texas, it's probably in Tennesse
that says fool me once... shame on... shame on you.
If you fool me you can't be fooled again.'

[SOS]
I live in a nation that relies on business and crime
And the leaders are politician guys livin' a lie
Who bull**** like everyone else for a nickel and dime
America ... just as corrupt as it is online
Using freedom and entertainment just to keep us sedated
But remember what the declaration of independence stated?
All men are equal and that's the way they're created?
But when that was written, black and white people were segregated
And this country still breeds racism, just not as blatant
To call us the land of the free is overstatement
Cause ain't NOBODY free. We all being watched quietly
National security's an invasion of privacy
Drug Trafficking, conspiracy, murder and piracy
What America can't have they take silently
Sometimes violently, open up your eyes and see
Even dirty money is supporting our economy
It's all backwards like negative split photography
But I guess that's the way it's got to be
United we stand on this land and we do all crimes
Facin' a Dyin' Nation ?

[Chorus]
'Facin' a dyin' nation. Listen to the retold lies' (x2)

[Deacon the Villain]
I live in a nation where it ain't what's physical that fights us
Now it's silent strikes from political insiders
A black market government where being criminal is righteous
Ran by bloodlines that were dirty before Isis
The crisis has even spread to spiritual infestations
Confessionals filled with sexual molestations
Professionals so set on capitalization
They don't notice their children freebasin' in their million

Dollar basements
Babies having babies in the hood I grew up in
Hands are too small for the guns that they be bustin'
Schools underfunded, graduates retain nothing
On Capitol Hll it's barely a topic of discussion
Kids like, why should I think about college
When this hood situation is holding me hostage
And even if I fought and bought the knowledge
I'd prolly get shot 41 times by a cop over my wallet
Shiiiiit.. So wherever you are
Don't inhale the second hand smoke from its victory cigar
Motivate yourself don't just stand on the side
Facing a dying nation and listening to the new told lies

[Chorus]

[Kno]
Somebody dial 9-1-1
It's mass confusion, mass contusions
At last we losin' Uncle Sam to a mass of tumors
And that's the rumor at least, it's soon to be seen
If its true that the beast is soon to decease
Catchin' blood clots in the crude oil
That runs through his veins and up thru his brain
Its tough to maintain
If he was low income he'd already been gone
Insurance paperwork gettin handled by Enron
And scandalous friends call to speak
Even Bill O'Reilly's wrapped in a hospital bedsheet
With a pointed hat, where the ointment at?
Wax the taxpayers backside for a tax hike
Woulda had a Catholic priest at his bedside
But they were too busy giving these Boy Scouts a leg ride
Temperature stay high but no pain
Cus the presidents Hooked on Phonics and cocaine
Product of old age and Alzheimers disease
Medical bills raised from all types of fees
Looks to the American people to show love
But his Social Security ran out - pull the plug

(flatline)