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The 'Explain The Appeal Of......' Thread

[quote=@GarlandDaHero]
Could someone please explain to me why rap and hip-hop are so popular? The former I am especially dumbfounded by; it's all almost the exact same thing over and over again, what with all the talk about drugs, sex, profanity out the ass, and the frequent use of a certain 'n' word.
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They just asked to explain the appeal of rap music, not "Hey can you give me rap songs that don't have profanity?"

@Fabricant451

No, maybe he didn't outright state he wanted the opposite but he clearly implied he didn't understand why people liked rap because every beat sounding the same, and the lyrics mentioned drugs, sex, cursing and the n-word.

To properly respond I gave him wildly different lyrical subjects, beats and things that DIDN'T prove this assumption a lot of people have about rap...

Telling the average person. This is why I love rap music, and why it's such great writing.

Wake up in the mornin'
Thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up
Watch you a comedy, take a shit, then roll some weed up
Go hit you a lick, go fuck on a bitch
Don't go to work today, cop you a fit
Or maybe some kicks and make you—

When metal has lyrics like -

Machines of air looking down on us -
The beasts of dust as we grapple heel and hand,
Mud and sand, (blood red oil)
The chaff of the harvest
Converted to currencies of wealthy means
Stepping stones cut from our perforated bones
Riches are reaped beside our bodies sown just to be thrown back again
And forgotten if we stumble in
Laid inside a homeless nest,
Stuck with eager dirty needles,
Shipped to an early steeple where boxes close
Descend with grace as you defend yourself -
Both charitable and chaste.
Praise me for my valor, lay me on a crimson tower -
Justify my endless terror as my “finest hour.”
Treat me as a token to deceive the child
Whom we fatten for this scapegoat slaughter.

Or

So this is the warning, you fall to learn.
And to the girls,
You're worth more than the cheap words.
You see your body as beauty, but your pulse is worth more.
Hear me, it's not what it seems, though the feeding tastes of honesty.
This is the warning, you're just a hit to coax my urgency.

or other music in general

Oh you, pious and profane
Put away your praise and blame
Said, "A glass can only spill what it contains"
To the perpetually plain, the incurably inane
A glass can only spill what it contains

This can go on, I can tell you the stuff I provided sounds more lyrically interesting...like people were talking about lyrical bluntness equaling power but which provokes a stronger lyric and paints a deeper picture?

"There's leader and followers and I'm a dick, not a swallower"

or

A man at home with a hammer in hand
Is thinking about his life
Deciding that it would be best
To kill his children and his wife
A woman at home with a ring on her finger
Is thinking about herself
Her husband is a good man
But she has sex with someone else.

Not rap, but purely a writing standpoint, simple doesn't have to mean vulgar and immature.

Also no that's not what I'm talking about, but I just realized I made a mistake there. It was another rapper people call fantastic. Got them mixed in my head for some reason. :P

So sorry for all the wasted efforts and assumptions you made...I fucked up on that one. But once again I feel like even other mainstream rapperS have crafted better verses than Kendrick, but we really are just diving into opinions.

So I would like the 12 writers, and 8 produces validated instead...how can you call someone a good writer if you don't even know if they wrote it themselves?

I do feel like this is going in circles, and very very nitpicky because correcting me that the lyric wasn't by chris brown is ABSOLUTELY not needed. Already knew that, but the song was addressed to him.

And I could post a bunch of awful kanye guest verses and bad lil wayne songs because this point it would be easy to overwhelm the good examples with those artists...I just feel like other rap artists have far more merit (and also have less than 60 people writing and producing their stuff for them. *Note the 60 part isn't literal and doesn't need correcting.*)

The 'Explain The Appeal Of......' Thread

Explain the appeal of Garry's Mod please? I'm interested since there seems to be a lot of people who RP through it. Unfortunately, after sitting through an hour long download, I don't really understand the way things are like...made and/or done in both the single and multiplayer realms. No clue what or how to even "play". :/

@Mistiel

My roommate would be able to describe it better since he is a fan of it. Apparently one server was playing cops and prisoners and the role-played a revolution. I suppose imagine roleplay servers of mmo's or minecraft. Gives you tools to make a scenario and let's imagine do the rest. It's basically video game larping. lol. Probably fun with the right group of people. Just a different method to do it. :3 *never played the game myself, just saw him doing it on occasion*

What Are You Listening To?

The Hole: 1940s Magic Noir (High Casual-Low Advanced)

The sun was in the midst of rising, vibrant pink rose petals drifted eastward from a strong breeze through the crowded streets. A shadowy figure glistened from the light shining through the towering skyscrapers, while sprinting like his life depended on it. Bypassing the dozens of individuals currently facing life a threatening scenario just being in his proximity, ignoring the vulgar epithets coming from the shoulders he grazed. Immediately altering his course and dived through an empty long alleyway that smelled like sweltering sewage. Trying to quickly breath through his mouth to keep from gagging, but his attempt was unsuccessful letting out a muffled cough covered by the featureless mask hiding his facial features. Abruptly halting his movement entirely when spotting the stone wall, turning around with a swift motion purely concentrating on his abilities, before his eyes detected three revolver rounds trapped in mid-air, passing straight by them, pulling multiple knifes out from under his cloak.

Facing a spotted leopard dressed in clothes you'd wear for a funeral, pointing a revolver straight at the figure quickly charging at him. Dropping the gun the instant a blade pierced through the basilic vein in his hand, before getting tackled down to the ground with two blades married to the edge of his neck. Seeing terror displayed in the leopard's eyes, opening his mouth to speak.

“P-Please don't kill me! I have a wife...” The leopard pleaded softly.
“You have the audacity to plead for sympathy when you've been hunting me down like prey.” The figure scoffed within a moment suddenly feeling a long steel chain wrapping around his neck from a lizard outside rushed through one of the doors into the alleyway. However the gold decoration around his shoulders prevented the lizard from restraining the figure and allowed him to immediately duck down and slip out of the chain. The lizard clicked his tongue, as the leopard swiftly pulled out a switchblade from his pocket and slashed straight across aiming at the torso, as the figure suddenly had black wings spreading out from his cloak, before leaping through the air with his wings powerfully flapped downward avoiding the oncoming attack. The figures pointed shoes suddenly flew off revealing the sharp talons underneath, plummeting down before the leopard to get himself back upright. The talons piercing both of the leopard's eyes as blood spurted with a deafening screech.

Within another second turning and heaving a blade straight into the side of the lizards neck which barely stuck into his thick skin. The lizard instinctively stopped moving to grab the blade penetrating his throat wincing from the pain and cursing out. The figure lunged straight at the lizard leaping through the air with a burst of speed from his wings, extending his arm and claw outward thrusting with a powerful shove smacking the lizard against the wall and burying the blade deep, severing his jugular vein. The lizard's last actions were his eyes dilating in shock before instantly collapsing to the ground leaning against the wall. The leopard clutched his eyes, writhing on the ground and shouting out worthless threats being unable to see anything.

The figure dashed past the leopard to the left of the entrance of the alleyway, with blade in his talon suddenly a gray timber wolf rushed past the adjacent building just deep enough to be away from prying eyes. His body was completely paralyzed from movement, unable to aim his shotgun upward. Just frozen like a statue becoming horrified, as he helplessly watched himself getting repeatedly stabbed in his stomach, practically getting disemboweled before the figure grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into the dirt. Pausing to catch his breathe and smelling the pleasant aroma before nonchalantly walking up to the corpse of a lizard and digging his talons into his neck to retrieve his blade and put his shoes back on. The leopard somehow managed to stand and fled further back into the dead end. The figure started walking up to the leopard with the extracted blade remaining in his grip.

“You know, I could of just broke your neck within a matter of seconds, but I didn't and do you know why that is?” The figure asked rhetorically. The leopard merely slumped down to the ground blubbering like a baby, “I tried to explain that you had the wrong guy and I never borrowed any of your bosses money, but instead of letting me leave you three decided to chase me across town and risk everyone's life and attempted to kill an innocent man. But most importantly and since you brought up a wife, I'm sure you'll understand the sentiment. You're the fucking one that made me lose my girlfriend's bouquet.” He angrily snapped before plunging the blade straight into his skull and yanking it out. Glancing at the still open doorway, he quickly headed inside and closed the door quietly behind him.

He wandered into a large kitchen, flicking on a switch nearby to illuminate the area. Leaving a trail of blood, immediately heading straight for the long sinks and stripped completely down and placed his clothes into the sink and turned on the hot water and started rinsing the blood from his front and hind talon's then finding a bucket and mop underneath the sink. Starting to clean up the mess, reluctantly grabbing one of the chef's outfits from a rack. Not afforded the time to debate whether or not to get dressed. Once he was fully clothed, he found a large empty potato sack that he quickly tossed all of his clothes in, taking some cash out of his bag and placing it down in a visible spot and leaving the place as ordinary as possible, exiting through the same door.

(Music)

Nothing else happened before he finally arrived home, entering and letting out a relieved sigh. Setting the sack of clothes in an open laundry bin placed right beside his doorway. Going straight to his fireplace and throwing the chef's clothes in there and letting them burn. He smiled hearing a feminine voice calling out for him in his kitchen. Seeing another female raven, whose beauty was unmatched, sitting down at the kitchen table, her eyes matching the intensity of the sun staring back at him with a wide smile, causing him to smile back at her. The weight burdening his shoulders seemed lifted and filled him with inner peace as he approached her.

“Did you have another rough day love?” His sister questioned in an empathetic tone. He shook his head in response and quickly hugged her, his claws caressing her soft wings.
“When I see your beautiful face, there's nothing that could stop me from smiling.” He said closing his eyes with tears streaming down his face, “I love you sis...” He uttered clenching his sister with his talons, which in reality was a featureless wooden mannequin. Before glancing down at the table, noticing an opened book as he smiled and walked over to the sink and poured himself a glass of water, just to chug it down in a few gulps.
“You're reading the book I wrote about you again...I guess I don't blame you, it is my favorite story too. I think it perfectly captivates the reader into caring about an extremely complex character, who just wants to be understood and loved.” He stated setting the glass in his sink. He was answered by dead silence before starting to let out cheerful laughter, holding his side.
“Very funny sis, but my girlfriend understands me. Now I have to go buy another present for her, she's probably worried that I forgot my promise to meet her at her place today.” He replied before leaving the kitchen and throwing his clothes in the washing machine and going into the bedroom closet to pull out one of the few extra shirts and his only pair of shorts.
“I hope she's not too upset that I'm going to be late.” Alexander sighs.

Alyssa K.(Kacey) Moyer

…I'm grateful for everything he does for me, it makes me feel normal again. He reminds me of everything you sacrificed for my sake. I love you both with all my heart and I miss you greatly! Appreciate the chocolates you sent to me. Take good of care of yourself uncle.

Peace & Love, Alyssa.

She had finished writing a letter, setting her ink quill down. Gently pushing her chair back and standing up from her mahogany desk and letting out a quiet yawn, before picking up her empty mug etched with a pink hearts in her right paw. Walking on her hardwood floors of her apartment, into the kitchen. The strong aroma of coffee blew by her nostrils, starting to refill her mug with hot coffee. She smiled and set the cup down next to the coffee maker and pressed her paws together and closed her eyes, beginning to whisper to herself then proceeding to enshroud her coffee with sugar packets. Taking it with both paws and drinking, while a rush of sugar filled her mouth.

“Mmm.” She said with a satisfied tone before she heard a sudden firm knocking sound coming from her door. She pranced over toward to door and peeked through the hole, opening her door and letting out a small giggle seeing her boyfriend wearing something ordinary like a white t-shirt and a pair of gray shorts. Alexander was almost embarrassed to be seen with these clothes on, revealing a box of her favorite cherries that he was hiding behind his back. She released a happy squee and took them from his extended talons, smiling brightly, her tail happily swishing back and forth. He returned the smile.

“I'm really sorry that I'm late.” He apologized glancing down noticing she seemingly wasn't wearing anything but one of her over-sized sweaters. She gave him a puzzled look and rubbed her messy, snow white hair.
“Huh? You were supposed to come over today?” She uttered with a tilt of her head. He blinked in confusion, letting out a verbal stammer. Before she shared an unexpected long kiss with him on his beak, giggling a little as she took his talons and lead him inside the house.
“I was just kidding silly, you're forgiven since you bought me my favorite snack.” She says while giving a playful wink. He simply sighed a little and casually stroked her hair.
“You could really use a brush Alyssa.” He teased her while he quietly closed the door behind them. She gave him a pouty lip and crossed her arms.
“Don't wanna.” She retorted while taking another sip of her coffee. They both walked through her place and into her bedroom, he sat down in the dark, on her queen sized mattress.
“Something happen today?” She questioned with her shoulder leaning against her door, being able to smell the scent of blood from the very moment he entered.

“Yeah, but I don't really want to talk about it. How's your uncle doing?” He responded looking up at her, while she smiled and started pulling off her sweater making him look away for a moment, blushing slightly. She set her present and coffee mug next to each other on top of her bookshelf, next to an assortment of pictures.
“You're very cute when your bashful.” Alyssa commented walking up to him, “I am wearing underwear, it's okay to look. I won't bite you too hard.” He simply looked up at her and smiled slightly.
“I can't even imagine living without you...” Alexander uttered with a tear coming down his cheek. Silencing by her putting her paw against his mouth, while wiping his tear away with her other paw and pushing him into laying down on her bed. She laid on top of him and gently held down both of his arms. She gave him another quick kiss.
“You don't have to feel abandoned. You have me and you have god.” She softly said while he held her paws firmly, silently laying with each other for a moment, “And you have your sister too.” She whispered closely in his ear.
“Thank you.” He replied brushing the hair out of her face. She giggled.
“You're quite welcome.” She answered back before sharing another kiss.

The 'Explain The Appeal Of......' Thread

You're really hung up on the dick line from Kanye as if a blunt metaphor somehow invalidates the song as a whole. Can you point to these hundred rappers that use the exact same comparison? It's as if you're stuck on this notion that because a line is blunt and includes sexual imagery that it can't be as good as someone that spends an entire verse talking about lighting up some weed.

@Fabricant451

Because it was defended and it was a bad/corny line. There's more bad lines in that song and Kayne literally has ruined more guest's songs than most rappers in general. And though I really don't wish to look at every mainstream lyrics page to show the dick sucking comparison has been used the thousand times and you pretending otherwise is beyond pointless but here's a few of them.

"I'm a dick, so it shouldn't be that hard to swallow." - Chris Brown

lyrics.com/serp.php?st=dick+swallow&p=2

Now you'll say, but some of those don't have the "same meaning" that Kayne does. But...my point is the line itself has been done plenty of times. He means he'd rather be crude than passive. You're telling me there's no better way to say that? I'll just agree to disagree about kanye. Because like I said, unlike some less known rappers he also has like twenty writers and producers. Holy shit, Kanye has 10 and 11 writers in his single songs...and 8 producers...for a single track...

Can you consider it creative if it took an entire classroom to do it?

Yes. Complexity doesn't just mean multisyllabic words.

@Fabricant451

Yes, but it also means complex ideas and things that I don't like Lil Wayne was exactly the best choice to prove rappers can have meaning in their songs...or Kendrick for that matter. Still, you say it's better to be simple and know how to use it than be complicated and gibberish which is all good, but how about complicated and articulate? Are we really arguing the dumber lyrics can sound, the better it is to be taken seriously as an art form?

It got turned into a discussion the moment you challenged the points being made. You made a remark about Kendrick that is pretty factually incorrect and it escalated from there. It's not a matter of wanting to win, it's a matter of trying to inform.

@Fabricant451

Well, maybe you are genuinely doing so. Saying you don't get street language and telling people to not listen doesn't do that. But my feeling is you'll defend anything by a rapper you enjoy and not admit when they have a dud line or make mistakes...So to prove this point...

Is "Pussy" by Kendrick Lamar a terrible song...or is it somehow ingenious piece of writing because no one has mocked trap music before.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for feeling like I'm on a different planet.

Tell a story, five words at a time!

In the land before time, Littlefoot's mom, depressingly enough, died. But he had memes so all was well. Until Megatron laser cannoned the fire nation, destroying many cabbages and causing Littlefoot to become a powerful earth bender after Cera was brutally flung across the ocean. "By the power of Greyskull," the flaming homosexual wombat exclaimed, as he slipped and fell, only to be caught by a hopeless romantic trying to figure out the meaning of extraterrestrial existence in bed. Then he realized that without cheese, he could not feed his grandmother so he bought some power metal, pure cheesy goodness. However, Littlefoot was a metalbender, meaning the power metal could be bent, which would be glorious for Fire Nation. So Littlefoot challenged Megatron to a fist fight aboard the ship shaped like a cabbage. "Help me, Obi-wan!" Megatron cried, heard by a crimson eagle living in your basement furnace. Littlefoot tried to defeat Megatron by singing sweet nothings and tempting him with bacon, which was remarkably effective.

"Littlefoot," Megatron blushes, his metal lips stuck with bits of bacon while dipping some Szechuan sauce, "I surrender to your superior, the legendary Obi-wan Kenobi and his Mighty Morphing Power Rangers." Littlefoot laughed triumphantly and then said, "I am your father." Reaching out, he took Megatron's PC and downloaded Windows 10.

And then Nestor Makhno appeared.

"This! Is! Sparta!" Makhno bellowed, before stroking his mustache excitedly.

"If you say so, kid." Littlefoot replied, teleporting behind him before placing his hands on his shoulders to warmly embrace Megatron. Makhno, meanwhile, welcomed them both by performing an RKO outta nowhere. Littlefoot was stunned, but Megatron was impressed by his outstanding skillset.

"So tell me," said the man in the mirror, now twirling his hair

"No" Littlefoot unholstered his gat and immediately opened fire on his little toes by accident. Thus proving that a good set of fingers was required when you have little toes.

Makhno declared, "We must go bowling at Barney's Bowl-O-Rama. Now."

Littlefoot agreed, so they left. With all the haste of a coursing river.

Once there, Makhno spotted the Red Army. "Do you cheeki breeki, сука?"

The Red Army fired at the man in the mirror. Megatron saw this and laughed. A Tank rolled up and Makhno cried, "TANKIES!" in alarm. An Missile landed about eight inches, detonating Megatron's mechanical wiener. He needed a replacement right wiener, for two wasn't enough. The mission impossible theme started playing, and everyone started dancing the chicken dance. When winter did not come after dancing, the conga line to a white walker banquet was formed. In the end, many things applauded the Red Army & Makhno for taking a joke. Megatron cried, "EW MUST ESCAPES HERE FASTLY". But in the end, it returned to random dancing again. Optimus Prime punched Megatron in his pair of tits. Darkness rapidly approached the two, and consumes them, transporting them as Littlefoot committed Seppuku honorably. Until a Angel tried to play Sonic R on Playstation. The Spirit of Littlefoot went to bukake party. Utilizing a new semen body, he breaks the ice by using an ancient, mystical technique. That destroys the world as Megatron's new wiener launched to space reignited the passion of love before exploding on everyone's faces. Sephiroth arrived on the scene with an oversized magnifying glass, triggering mutation in Megatron's hand and making it go limp, which made him a polar bear with chronic depression. Sephiroth magnified the sun and it made the horse with huge tits.

Then SCP-682 arrived and caused the 2nd coming of Yami Yugi, King of games. Seto Kaiba dueled Yugi to a game of Truth or Duel. The answer was obvious

Change A Single Word

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