I don’t think it’s easy to make. I know people who grind all day on this shit, especially trying to make something that stands out in today’s field is hard af.
It is slave music, but slaves have a voice. They know pain that transcends the “I’m a lyrical miracle ready to drop bombs like automatons” that gets posted a bunch here.
Not to hate though, I went through a purist phase so I get it. But then Love Sosa played and it was a wrap.
Those people who grind all day, are they innovators or duplicators? When I say salve music I am referring to the glorification of self destruction. It's always been in rap music but just there used to be options, that's all.
This has nothing to do with being a purist. I just don't see the quality in most. Rhymes used to be important but they are not now. Hooks are more important. The popular stuff today lacks anything that is sophisticated. As you get older so does your sophistication.
The bar is so much lower today. When NAS wrote Illmatic he was in his late teens (17/18). Front to back that album was a piece of art that everyone said was brilliant. I just don't see that in today's performer. The popular stuff today lacks sophistication.
Today's performers are the children of the ones who fought and paved the way for them.
Not to hate but:
[Intro]
Just a typical day in New York, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm high as f***, yeah
Diamonds on me
[Refrain]
Dropped out of school and bought myself a chain
I must've taught myself a million things
I'm out the trap, I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this old dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate, baby you gotta keep your teeth straight
[Verse 1]
Yeah, bae, I'm flexing, ex textin' (hold on, woah I'm just textin')
Brand new 'Rari, Smith and Wesson (brand new 'Rari, woah, skrt)
Made myself a balla, want my credit, yuh
Speaking of credit, bailiff owe me, I got credit, yuh
Vrrrm, V12, y'all ain't ready at all (skrt)
Trapping B's, I'm like "hurry up and buy"
Extra Draco for my pops, 'cause his birthday 4th of July
I'm so busy it's making me feel like I'm in and out my kids' lives (hey!)
[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(I'm the father of six babies)
Oooh
(you know what I'm sayin?)
New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Red bottoms, I'm kicking shit, I'm flossing on you fools
(flossin' on you)
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside her suit (cameltoe)
Rose gold my jewelry up, and I'm in and out it too (in and out it)
f*** 'em by the two and let them travel with a few (f*** 'em hoes)
[Post-Chorus]
All this f***in' money got me switchin' out my boo
I'm livin' right and I ain't ever read a book
Chanel vintage, you can put it on the books
The way I whip that pot, they charging me with cruelty, ayy
Yeah, don't try to stop me, don't you try to knock me
You see me got these crackers in the backpack
You gotta forgive my heart, I don't mean to stunt like that
(I don't mean to do that to you, you know what I'm sayin')
[Verse 2]
Red bottoms on, I'm at Met Gala (I'm 'bout to spaz)
Ain't playin', yeah, I want every problem (bitch I'm 'bout to spaz)
Two thousand dollars for the newest snake collar (snake, yeah)
Vintage swagger (vintage swag), head dollar (ain't playin')
Rock clean (rock clean), Balmain (c'mon let's get it)
Vintage swag (just vintage hoe), New Celines (just want my glasses)
Hands dirty (hey), watch me turn 'em clean (clean, clean)
Lil shawty hot (magic), kerosene
I'ma kill by any means, favorite sound ching-ching
I spray her face with my genes, I'ma turn up with my team
New condo on 17th (new condo hoe)
I turn none to something (I turned nothin' to somethin')
AP match my jeans (AP), Converse is McQueen (woah)
Patek for my queen (swag), gambling for these coins
Mattress in front of the swing (uh-huh), private jet living (p***y ass Racial Slur)
I'm on go like beam (I'm on go), new bag with no strings
I put ice in my cup, indoor pool, no chlorine
[Refrain]
Dropped out of school and bought myself a chain
I must've taught myself a million things
I'm out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this old dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight
[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Red bottoms, I'm kicking shit, I'm flossing on you fools
(flossin' on you)
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside her suit (cameltoe)
Rose gold my jewelry up, and I'm in and out it too (in and out it)
f*** 'em by the two and let them travel with a few
Theses are pretty bad lyrics when you read them. As the song plays it isn't as noticeable but by that point you are probably not really listening anyways.
Every song makes your head nod but they don't actually have to be good to do that.
Everyone has their own taste in music and it is subjective. I'm just curious on what makes some of these songs good.