Posted on 12/07/2010 5:12:07 AM PST by Kaslin
This is called deconstruction and is a characteristic of postmodernism. It lowers adults to the level of small children who cannot walk by a sandcastle or a stack of blocks without knocking it down.
to any radio stations that play this
F... You
I’m still trying to get over the shock of “Afternoon Delight” by the Starland Vocal Band.
Nice. Nice. The Grammy awards have become a combination of no talent and extraordinary self-indulgence. How nice for us. It used to be fun to watch that show. Now it’s like sticking pins in your eyes.
Pity.
-Rex
I’m in college myself at 47 years and have to be around college kids a lot. I truly feel sorry for them - they stare down all day at their handhelds, so detached from the world around them. Everything seems so superficial — their lives are just seem so vapid.
My daughter enjoyed college, but for the most part, I’m glad I went when I did in the 80s, which were a blast. Life was rich.
Nah. Just making money. Lots of it. And that’s what it’s all about.
Nobody can sing it like Millie Jackson’s symphony.
But those songs never got radio play because of it. The difference with this song is that its a number one hit and nominated for record of the year, with the word in the title.
I guess its a coarsening, but the only thing you can do is not buy the record and find a better radio station.
Nobody watches the grammys anyway.
All the rage with the affluent white suburban kids nowadays, check out Lil Wayne and “Steady Mobbin”...just one in his legion of pyscho-violent insane “songcrafts”.
I just told my 18- year old in no uncertain terms if he does not have the clarity of mind to stand against this crap and say so, he is turning into one of the amoral sheep This is the influence we’re up against people.....what should be outright rejected by society is held up ad revered as cool. World is upside down.
(lyrics, redacted, below)
Man, f*** these n******
I’ma spare everything but these n*****
I flip the gun and gun-f*** these n*****
Take the knife off the AK and gut these n******
Yeah, and f**** these bitches
I swear I care ‘bout everything but these bitches
I don’t care, I “so what” these bitches
And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these bitches
If it ain’t broke don’t break it
And if he ain’t shook I’m gon’ shake him
Hope I don’t look weak ‘cause when a wolf cry wolf
You still see that wolf’s teeth, motherf******
Futuristic handgun
If you act foul you get two shots and one
I’m at your face like man-cum
You n****** softer then Roseanne’s son
You cannot reach me on my Samsung
I’m busy f****** the world and givin’ the universe my damn tongue
Crazy muthaf*****, I am one, but the crazy thing is
I began one
All white bricks, I’m straight
Like it’s jumpin’ back to 36 n*****
Big house, long hall ways
Got 10 bathrooms, I can s*** all day, n*****
And we don’t want no problems
Ok, your a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I f*** around and leave a n***** brains on the street
Now pop that p****
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that p****
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby
What the fuck is up? It’s Gucci Mane the G
It’s Titty Boy, no pity boy, big Scarcity the city boy
So Icy, so no Nike, boy, just Gucci, Louis, Prada, ‘scuse me
Gucci Mane keep s******* on me, why that boy keep buyin’ jewelry?
East Atlanta cockin’ hammers, bandannas on car antennas
No, we do not talk to strangers, just cut off these n****** fingers
Gucci’s armed and dangerous, cocaine, codeine, and Angel Dust
This AK 47’ll hit you everywhere from ankle up
The same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringle’s can
.45 desert eagle on me, you’ll think I’m a Eagles fan
Tony Braxton sniper rifle, make you never breathe again
F*** that n****, killl that n****, bring him back, kill him again
Yeah, the money is the motive
F*** with the money, it get ugly as Coyote
Ok, I’m reloadin’ better pull it if you tote it
I buy a pound, break it down, and put it in a Stogie
Swagger so bright I don’t even need light
I’m with a model broad, she don’t even eat rice
But would you believe that she eat dykes?
And she asked for a pitcher so I gave her three strikes
I’m the man around this motherf*****
I’m so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherf*****
This rap game, I got my hand around this motherf*****
Yeah, I said game, but I ain’t playin’ around this motherf*****
Yeah, I’m the best to ever do it, bitch
And you the best at never doin’ s***
If you the s*** then I’m sewer rich
Try me and I’ll have your people readin’ eulogies
I swear you can’t f*** with me
But I can f*** yo’ girl and make her nut for me, then slut for me
Then kill for me, then steal for me, and of course it’ll be yo’ cash
Then I’ll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo’ ass
And we don’t want no problems
Ok, your a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I f*** around and leave a n**** brains on the street
Now pop that p****
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that p****
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby
Uhh, man, suck my clip
Swallow my bullets and don’t you spit
I am the hip-hop socialist
Life is a gamble when I’m all about my poker chips
Do you want a dose of this? I will make the most of this
F is for ferocious, murder your associates
The top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong
Keep a hard d*** for yo girlfriend to wobble on, Weezy
And we don’t want no problems
Ok, your a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, Kane on the beat
I f*** around and leave a n**** brains on the street
Now pop that p****
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that p****
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby
I thought they quit giving out Grammy awards.
The Grammies are a joke. Back in the 70s one year they gave the award to Roberts Flack for “Killing Me Softly”.... the same year that Led Zeppelin 4 and many other actually good albums came out. The Grammies are politically motivated self-aggrandizements handed out by druggies and perverts. In combat parlance the Grammy Award Event is an opportunity. Maybe a few daisy-cutters are available......
Yeah yeah... that’s F**kin genius... NOT!
I love it and it makes me happy and if you don’t well then ....forget you..../neener
Thanks a lot! This song is now in my head for the rest of the day.
It registers with the overall state of our society.
“I loved that song. Wasnt he talking to John Lennon?”
He was talking to his first wife that ran away with his son. His entire life is really, really sad.
“Well if they consider “rap” to be music, then is is long since dead.”
Being of the older generation, please explain to me why the “C” is silent in rap?
Gee...and I think Kanye West should receive some sort of award for putting himself out there...what a dirtbag...
“Kanye West nude photos hit the Web: Rapper exposes himself in leaked self-taken pictures.”
You can’t just drop a nickel and hear Wayne Newton wailing Danke Schoen, anymore.
I am thankful my elders passed along and shared their (1860’s-1960’s) popular music with me. Else I’d have none.
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