Let's be reality.....R&B went to hell when vulgarity got introduced to it

[African Peasant]

Vulgarity been in music since like the 1920s or something

You're more intelligent than that.

 

[8WON6]

white acts started being pushed ahead of black acts. at least for the men.

we went from

to

the music didn't get worse the labels just decided they wanted to create white acts instead of black acts.

 

[A Tribe Called Quest ™]

Ain't nothing wrong with vulgarity, just be creative and stop doing these generic ass songs.. Yall sound like squares, most of yall treat women like shyt but don't want to hear music reflective of that act like yall don't call women thots and bytches

 

[African Peasant]

In this type of threads, you always have people that will bring up some old song to prove that "it's always been like that".

Acting like there is no difference between something being marginal and that thing becoming the norm.

There is a pornographization of RnB. Anyone saying it's always been like that is lying.

 

[A Tribe Called Quest ™]

white acts started being pushed ahead of black acts. at least for the men.

we went from

to

the music didn't get worse the labels just decided they wanted to create white acts instead of black acts.

I don't see any RNB singers with those white dudes you posted lol

 

[Kyle C. Barker]

Hey kids, lets put this classic through the (Nu Skool Flex Machine):

She's so easy to look at, she's got style, she's got grace (Damn that bytches ass is fatter than a possum with the mumps)
I would do anything just to be in your place (Possum with the mumps)
You're my best friend you know that i would do you no wrong (Possum with the mumps)
There's a moon out tonight I don't wanna be alone (I said a muthafukkin possum with the mumps. Woooooo!)
Ask her, ask her (bytch come here)
Does she have a friend for me (N bring that other bytch too)
Does she, does she (Her, me and you)
Does she have a friend for me (Menage in the coupe)
We could fly down to ginos (I ain't buyin you shyt)
Maybe date and a show (You trick ass bytch)
We could come back to my place (Trick ass bytch)
Where the lights are down low (Get on your knees)
I know love is a gamble, got my eyes open wide (And swallow this dikk)
Spin my heart like a wheel (Jus drank me a fifth)
I feel lucky tonight (Popped a few new pills)
Ask her, ask her (Feelin blurred at the edge)
Does she have a friend for me (Ay, whats in this shyt?)
Does she, does she (In, in this shyt) [chopped and screwed]
Does she have a friend for me (In, in this shyt) [chopped and screwed]
I just wanna know (In,in this shyt) [chopped and screwed]


Girl, you know its true...

 

[BlackMajik]

Agreed

 

[Micky Mikey]

I agree, and I've felt that way for years.

All the male singers sing about is doing molly, being gang affiliated and running trains on thots.

All the female singers sing about is being a side chick, getting their pussies beat up, and telling nikkas to stop catching feelings because they're just fukking.

so true


r&b start falling off when vulgarity was introduced, tempos were sped up and rappers started dropping verses in the songs

also many rnb songs these days are just off key with wack hooks.
notice how so many songs these says have no uniformity in their sound.
back in the day r&b had a sleekness and rhythm to it that was some how lost

 

[Booker T Garvey]

Hey kids, lets put this classic through the (Nu Skool Flex Machine):

She's so easy to look at, she's got style, she's got grace (Damn that bytches ass is fatter than a possum with the mumps)
I would do anything just to be in your place (Possum with the mumps)
You're my best friend you know that i would do you no wrong (Possum with the mumps)
There's a moon out tonight I don't wanna be alone (I said a muthafukkin possum with the mumps. Woooooo!)
Ask her, ask her (bytch come here)
Does she have a friend for me (N bring that other bytch too)
Does she, does she (Her, me and you)
Does she have a friend for me (Menage in the coupe)
We could fly down to ginos (I ain't buyin you shyt)
Maybe date and a show (You trick ass bytch)
We could come back to my place (Trick ass bytch)
Where the lights are down low (Get on your knees)
I know love is a gamble, got my eyes open wide (And swallow this dikk)
Spin my heart like a wheel (Jus drank me a fifth)
I feel lucky tonight (Popped a few new pills)
Ask her, ask her (Feelin blurred at the edge)
Does she have a friend for me (Ay, whats in this shyt?)
Does she, does she (In, in this shyt) [chopped and screwed]
Does she have a friend for me (In, in this shyt) [chopped and screwed]
I just wanna know (In,in this shyt) [chopped and screwed]


Girl, you know its true...

This is demonic.

 

[Mastamimd]

Moving away from traditional styles like funk, soul and the blues has a bit to do with it as well. The pop sound

 

[8WON6]

I don't see any RNB singers with those white dudes you posted lol

you're in denial about what happened.
#outsourcing

maybe
#insourcing

 

[Hiphoplives4eva]

I agree, and I've felt that way for years.

All the male singers sing about is doing molly, being gang affiliated and running trains on thots.

All the female singers sing about is being a side chick, getting their pussies beat up, and telling nikkas to stop catching feelings because they're just fukking.

Exactly. RnB used to be such an amazing genre. SMH

 

[Kiyoshi-Dono]

Thread is made every two weeks
It’s still r and b out there..
I’ve posted several..
And here y’all are crying again
Do y’all nikkas ever get sick of recycled threads..
Or..
Instead of complaining..
Finding artist and giving them props..
So others can enjoy in this so called drought
Thecoli is a parody within a parody

 

[Kingshango]

R&B songwriting overall has taken a very sharp nosedive. We went from Babyface, Stevie Wonder, Smokey Robinson,R Kelly, Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis and Prince( I know I’m missing a ton) to Ty Dollar Sign and PARTYNEXTDOOR.

 

[BEN23]

chris brown theese hoes aint loyal a good example. good sonics, but cringe worthy lyrics.
this is why ty dolla sign can go but so far, he can sing Sing. but his content is trassshh.