Things hip hop taught you?

[Complexion]

The power of vocabulary and incremental betterment.

Everyone has access to the same lexicon but only a handful can push the pen to build those word pictures in your head with effortless elegance.

What has hip hop taught you?​

 

[Michael's Black Son]

 

[Collateral]

It don’t hit the same if it ain’t purple

 

[010101]

watch your mouth*

 

[Mandarin Duck]

Paying my taxes.

I was like 8 and my cousin from Philly gave me a Clue mixtape with a Lox freestyle on it.

I can't even remember which of the 3 said it but one of them said

"Them 3 letters will haunt you, IRS when they on you, they swarm you."

For whatever reason that line stuck in my head my whole life.

 

[ReasonableMatic]

There’s a whole lotta nikkas taking pride in KOONERY, who are more than willing to defend White Supremacy and its KOONS as long as they like the one(s) doing it.

For example..

Them: Slavery was the most horrific time in HISTORY!!
KoonYe: slavery was a choice, #MAGA gang!!
Also them: Ok, cause his Yeezy sneaker was FIRE.
Look y’all, ADIDAS needed him #BlackExcellence.
And he made a song for White Jesus too!

LOST NIKKAS

 

[Buddy]

shyt taught me an appreciation for music I don't think I'd have without it I dug yo sooooooo many samples in college And from that I'd listen to the entire album from that sample. And from that, the entire discography of whoever was sampled. And from that... Khmer (Cambodian) jazz... all kinda shyt I can't even remember. shyt I don't even understand. So long as sounds good

 

[The Guru]

Definitely creative use of language. Words being the building blocks of thoughts.

 

[Mike809]

Ain't no fun if the homies can't get none.

 

[Adeptus Astartes]

How amazing a sampler can be.

 

[BmoreGorilla]

bytches ain’t shyt but hoes and tricks

Real talk tho prolly no album taught me more than Death Certificate

 

[shopthatwrecks]

mind ya business

 

[Remote]

Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream
On the drug scene, fukk a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream, I mean
I want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn't show up, it fukked my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail

Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
Mama smile when she see me, that's surprisin'
Honey's is tantalizin', they freak all night
Peep duckin' cops on the creep all night
As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed
Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
And to my nikkas livin' street life
Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
Still tote your vest man, nikkas be trippin'
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nikka you're slippin'
If I'm trippin' on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with the muffler on the TEC
Respect to the Mack's and the Ac's
To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps



I mean this didn’t really apply to my life but good advice nonetheless. Plus it’s a great song.

 

[Rozay Oro]

Sample flips have made my music taste forever eclectic

 

[Adeptus Astartes]

shyt taught me an appreciation for music I don't think I'd have without it I dug yo sooooooo many samples in college And from that I'd listen to the entire album from that sample. And from that, the entire discography of whoever was sampled. And from that... Khmer (Cambodian) jazz... all kinda shyt I can't even remember. shyt I don't even understand. So long as sounds good