New York rap is still the richest. In that it doesn't need to be funny.
"We come away and chop the heads of these snakes
It's better off they dyin in a pit fulla snakes
Mistake inside your self, that be the first head you take
It's better off you dyin in a pit fulla snakes
The marijuana got my karma glowin
Gold armor, surround my body
I'm reachin a high state of nirvana
But want to chop and imitate
To bite, the livin spirits
Golden livin tablets
Transmitted by the Abbot
Blood related king to King David's mighty men
I appear in the atmosphere like nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon
dioxide,
helium, xenon, argon, neon, freon, be gone
I travel beyond
The range where sick sounds grave
You can't respond
Dynamic semantics makes your mind go frantic
Hand picked Gods
Razor sharp be my standard
Breakin from bondage and white garments
Eye ball as black as onyx
Hair gonna grow as long as a comet's tail
Escape from Hell
Watch the Gods be real
What makes rain and hail, snow and earthquakes?
Goin through crisis, or mad devices
I thought girls was made of sugar and spices
Always wanted to fuck 'em like Isis
While others bow down, Percival, Cyrus
I'm inside my lab stabbin rhymes on black papyrus
Your weight couldn't measure a snow flake
How you gonna shine on a God while you rotate
I dislocate your head, your neck, your back, your legs, your kneecap
Back smack your ass bitch
And splatter your gall bladder
My mathematical data
Terror far beyond the stars of William Shatner
The rattler can't deport on my speed of thought
Then escape New York in East London or import"
This is from one of my favourite songs
Pit of SnakesI do think Eminem dumbed hiphop down a lot thematically, or made it more ironic than it could endure.
In that sense I can see how Drake works for people. He is very much without self loathing and doesn't need as much irony.
Still, I can't listen to it without getting depressed, and Eminem is always great to hear in his olden days.
Could be said that the real Slim Shady was the bad conscience of a good time, Drake the good conscience of a bad one.
This time tries to elevate the female. It is going a long way, but it cant yet understand how the female is really exalted. Its possible that therein lie the task that awaits us, as philosophers, as truth is a woman and how to exalt truth without disturbing to the utmost those that need to be calmed most? The argument has been: Why say the elusive word "truth"? Lets just present a woman to the public.
You want truth? This is she.
Now shut up and be.