Хип хоп културата во Македонија

[Fallen`Angel]

Не можеш да судиш за квалитетот на некој тип на музика брз основа на еден пејач...:smir:

Тој "пеач" го сметаат како најдобар :smir: .. али сум чул уште неколку !

Што е со изказов:bilokojzbot::bilokojzbot: си или не си металец бе море кажи убаво..пошто ако не си не можеш да објасниш....нели...


Него му е доволно тоа што му го кажале на врмето дека ако е металец треба да го мрази рапот и крај а како што може да се заклучи по болдираново горе..детево не баш бистро....

Шо као демек ако слушам метал мора металец да бидам ?! Ама ете ја слушам метал многу многу време па не сум металец, неам дугачка коса, не седам со металци, не носам црно, многу ретко идам на метал свирки .. и сеа шо праиме ?

 

[-={K-O-R-U-N}=-]

Шо као демек ако слушам метал мора металец да бидам ?! Ама ете ја слушам метал многу многу време па не сум металец, неам дугачка коса, не седам со металци, не носам црно, многу ретко идам на метал свирки .. и сеа шо праиме ?

ТАПА СИ!

А, што можеш да објасниш ти за метал коа тоа и не се објаснува баш многу многу... Еве дефиниција за метал, кажи дали не е вака:

Сите долга коса (и немора баш многу долга), еден лупа на тапани, 2-3 на гитари нешто дрндаат, не е битно дали е убаво за уши или не, и еден "пеач" (вриштач) само се дере и никој не го разбира, а богами ни тој не разбира шо праи.... Сите HARDCORE металци што ги иам прашано да ми кажат што пее типот, ми викаат ако сакам да знам што пее, да си ги најдам текстовите што МУ ГИ НАПИШАЛ НЕКОЈ или нешто слично....

......е да, имаш право, ОВА Е МУЗИКА...... за мртвите!

 

[Fallen`Angel]

ТАПА СИ!

А, што можеш да објасниш ти за метал коа тоа и не се објаснува баш многу многу... Еве дефиниција за метал, кажи дали не е вака:

Сите долга коса (и немора баш многу долга), еден лупа на тапани, 2-3 на гитари нешто дрндаат, не е битно дали е убаво за уши или не, и еден "пеач" (вриштач) само се дере и никој не го разбира, а богами ни тој не разбира шо праи.... Сите HARDCORE металци што ги иам прашано да ми кажат што пее типот, ми викаат ако сакам да знам што пее, да си ги најдам текстовите што МУ ГИ НАПИШАЛ НЕКОЈ или нешто слично....

......е да, имаш право, ОВА Е МУЗИКА...... за мртвите!

многу си "паметен" еј .. ама фората е што ја сум слушал рап и знам зашто кажувам дека е срање ... а ти не си слушал метал и трескаш глупости ! капиш ?

 

[pcjodamaster]

Фората е што има луѓе кои рапот им значи многу и се пиздаат кога некој од страна им вика дека музиката им е срање. Капиш?

Ќе се расправаш сам со сите сега? Повели, ама со глава пробуваш ѕид да турнеш. Башка и будала се праиш.

 

[Fallen`Angel]

Интересно ми е бе .. и ?!

имам миљарда пати прочитано дека металот бил срање па шо сеа ?!

 

[pcjodamaster]

И јас имам, па ништо. Секој си има мислење.

А ако ти е интересно да се будалиш, повели, не те запирам.

Сеирот е неизбежен, а и огромно задоволство да се чита.

 

[Fallen`Angel]

Зар ова за тебе е сеир и задоволство ? пфф .. мене само ми е досадно и си губам време !

 

[Точкест]

Па нели требаше да се самоубиеш....???

 

[shadow_rr]

Еве мала споредба меѓу рап и метал.

Метал:

There's a darkening sky before me.
There's no time to prepare.
Salvage a lost horizon
But no regrets from me.
Maybe i'll be back some other day.
To live again, just who can say.
In what shape or form that i might be.
Just another chance for me.

A hurried time, no disgrace,
instead of racing to conclusion,
wishing all my life away,
no-one can stop me now.

Рап:

Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes
backwards like Kris Kross.
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast.
Come here slut
("Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dawg.")
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off.

Ова се исечоци од текстови од песни (Iron Maiden и Eminem), па сами воочете ја разликата.
​

 

[Bada Bing!]

I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off.

Ахахахаха. Звер.

 

[-={K-O-R-U-N}=-]

Еве мала споредба меѓу рап и метал.

Метал:

There's a darkening sky before me.
There's no time to prepare.
Salvage a lost horizon
But no regrets from me.
Maybe i'll be back some other day.
To live again, just who can say.
In what shape or form that i might be.
Just another chance for me.

A hurried time, no disgrace,
instead of racing to conclusion,
wishing all my life away,
no-one can stop me now.

Рап:

Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes
backwards like Kris Kross.
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast.
Come here slut
("Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dawg.")
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off.

Ова се исечоци од текстови од песни (Iron Maiden и Eminem), па сами воочете ја разликата.
​

Абее.... една ластовичка пролет не носи.....

 

[Точкест]

А за каков рап станува збор?????Дали за рапот на енимен? Стрикно на енимен

Еве малце просветлување оооу моќни металци
Mr. KRS-ONE има 36 aлбуми т.е. 230 песни па бујрум мал репертоар од него

Sound Of Da Police

Chorus:

Woop-woop!
That's the sound of da police!
Woop-woop!
That's the sound of the beast!

Verse One:

Stand clear! Don man a-talk
You can't stand where I stand, you can't walk where I walk
Watch out! We run New York
Police man come, we bust him out the park
I know this for a fact, you don't like how I act
You claim I'm sellin' crack
But you be doin' that
I'd rather say "see ya"
Cause I would never be ya
Be a officer? You WICKED overseer!
Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour
First show a little respect, change your behavior
Change your attitude, change your plan
There could never really be justice on stolen land
Are you really for peace and equality?
Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow me
Your laws are minimal
Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal
This has got to cease
Cause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police!

Chorus

Verse Two:

Now here's a likkle truth
Open up your eye
While you're checking out the boom-bap, check the exercise
Take the word "overseer," like a sample
Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Officer, Officer, Officer, Officer!
Yeah, officer from overseer
You need a little clarity?
Check the similarity!
The overseer rode around the plantation
The officer is off patroling all the nation
The overseer could stop you what you're doing
The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing
The overseer had the right to get ill
And if you fought back, the overseer had the right to kill
The officer has the right to arrest
And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest!
(Woop!) They both ride horses
After 400 years, I've _got_ no choices!
The police them have a little gun
So when I'm on the streets, I walk around with a bigger one
(Woop-woop!) I hear it all day
Just so they can run the light and be upon their way

Chorus

Verse Three:

Check out the message in a rough stylee
The real criminals are the C-O-P
You check for undercover and the one PD
But just a mere Black man, them want check me
Them check out me car for it shine like the sun
But them jealous or them vexed cause them can't afford one
Black people still slaves up til today
But the Black police officer nah see it that way
Him want a salary
Him want it
So he put on a badge and kill people for it
My grandfather had to deal with the cops
My great-grandfather dealt with the cops
My GREAT grandfather had to deal with the cops
And then my great, great, great, great... when it's gonna stop?!

[Chorus]
What does it mean to be UNDERGROUND?
It means you gotta be free to be UNDERGROUND
Yo, you got your own key when you're UNDERGROUND
If you're listening to me yo you UNDERGROUND

[Verse One]
It's time that I open with a thunder sound
Now look around your own town for the UNDERGROUND
Yo, you rhymin for the TV, or a million CD's?
You ain't a MC, you ain't UNDERGROUND
You could be platinum or gold, hot or cold
But it's the respect you hold that's UNDERGROUND
When the critics don't get, that for the streets you spit it
When your lyric they fear, that's UNDERGROUND

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Yo, white kids, black kids, skinny kids, fat kids
Them Asian cats be UNDERGROUND
Chicanos, Palestinians, Milanos, fuck the Lone Ranger
Where's Tanto? That's UNDERGROUND
Freddie Foxxx, Blackalicious, Kweli
M.O.P., GangStarr that's UNDERGROUND
[Underground Lyrics on
http://www.lyricsmania.com/]
Mad Lion, Smif-N-Wessun, Buckshot
Armageddeon T.S. that's UNDERGROUND, UHH!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Yo, the t'cha returns, I told y'all I went to Cali to learn
And that shit was UNDERGROUND
If the cops be eyein you, cause survive is what you try to do
Yo I'm wit you, you UNDERGROUND
If it's justice you want, and you protest the ice they flaunt
You want skills that's UNDERGROUND
Yo it's not about a rugger rapper, or an actor
It's about your subject matter that's UNDERGROUND
LOOK!

[Chorus]

[Verse Four]
Chevonne Dean from Ruff Ryders, all the Outsiderz
Young Zee, that's UNDERGROUND
When all your money's spent, and you're still hangin on
to 50 Cent (get it) you UNDERGROUND
When you rep the collective consciousness of hip-hop
Not hip-pop, you UNDERGROUND
Yo it ain't about jewels, bitches and cars
It's about Nas, that's UNDERGROUND, yo!

[Chorus]

[Verse Five]
To be underground simply means that you're down
for the struggle, get 'em up, that's UNDERGROUND
You could be a classy lady or a whore
But if you protest the war, for sure, you UNDERGROUND
If the government can't see you, or deceive you
You love your people, believe you UNDERGROUND
If you refuse to play the game, you go against the grain
You ridin the train, you UNDERGROUND - get it!

[Chorus]

[Verse Six]
Yo, yo, that blast from the past, like Grandmaster Caz
Bam and Flash, that's UNDERGROUND
Doug E. Fresh, Lord Finesse, KRS
If you listenin to this you UNDERGROUND
Turn it up now KRS about to show you how
They go wow, BLAOW for the UNDERGROUND
Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, KRS, BDP
Kenny P, that's UNDERGROUND - do it!

[Chorus]

[KRS-One]
(Alright!) Turn it up ah, turn it up ah
Turn it up ah, turn it up ah
Turn it up ah, turn it up ah
Turn it up if you UNDERGROUND - LISTEN

Blastmaster Kris I don't talk ish
Expand your conciousness and dismiss foolishness
No one is new to this or new to Kris
In hip-hop's atomic structure, I am the nucleus
That is the center of the group we/us
they/them/you, every squad every massive every crew
Dental floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off
The cash is incidental but not mental distract you off course
The style that I am kickin is like chicken
It will be bitten, rewritten, then performed for a $25 admission
Reviewed in The Source
You will listen then find somethin missin of course... it's skills
That's what you're fishin for, it's lost
I'm gettin too explicit, the track jingles
I won't do a wack album then remix it for my single
Kickin rhymes til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle
God called hip-hop for the nine-cinco

Verse Two:

Tasty like a souflee french croisant on Tuesday
Rappers be boo-tay
Goo-fy that's how they crew stay
Bitin whatever you say to boost they ego
We know the steelo, your whole character is foul
Makes me want to shoot a free throw, BLAOWW
From the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low
Wherever all the dope shit go, there's where my shit go
Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I think
Self with ya groups everyone else and the bank
Others like to bring the shottie to the party
I bring knowledge of self, you cure the mind, you cure the body
Some rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody
check, I come with skills and I leave with your motherfuckin respect
Ahh yeah... so check, UH!

Verse Three:

New types of verbal hip-hop I bring
When you know you can sing BOY you know you can sing
I do not clutter up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts
MC's trying to be macks, but acts like ignorant blacks
Freak that, I'll snap your back as it cracks
you will experience, loss or lack of balance
Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an allowance
All of you are cowards hiding behind the mask of MC
I remember, thinkin back to eighty-three
No video, no you had to be a real live MC
Now you younguns grow up buggin, any new jock you're huggin
weak production, let me tell you somethin
Any MC can battle for glory
But to kick a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another story
Act like you never saw me
Cause when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a different category

Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes
Cos I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The Breaks

Verse 1

If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, down goes another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread
There once was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around come around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas
[Mc's Act Like They Don't Know Lyrics on
http://www.lyricsmania.com/]
The tables turned as the crosses burned
Remember You Must Learn
About the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer

Verse 2

This is what you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know
Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it down a bit
My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it

Verse 3

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him
Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could tangle with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like artefacts
On the wrong side of the tracks, electrified
Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I spark mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em

доволно е

 

[Fallen`Angel]

Рап:

Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes
backwards like Kris Kross.
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast.
Come here slut
("Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dawg.")
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off.

Фантастично .. каква лирика .. импресиониран сум

а баш после ке пробам да извадам една прекрасна лирика од Аго !

 

[-={K-O-R-U-N}=-]

Фантастично .. каква лирика .. импресиониран сум

Од толку многу песни да се фатиш за најглупата, треба да си "талент"!
И ај кажи ја филозофијата на МЕТАЛ, ТЕ МОЛАМ! или е толку многу комплицирана за обичните смртници што само мртвите (металците) ја разбираат?

 

[MaRiNa`Oh]

Ај држете се до темата, имаше порано рап против метал тема, ужасна беше, се препуцававме, се пцуевме, си закажвевме тепачки, се смеевме, плачевме ради глупи постој, и заклучивме дека сме биле премногу глупи шо воопшто сме ја отвориле истата. Опаметете се!