“It’s The Roc!”
Those of y’all who really know me know I’m a real music buff. If I had a dime for every time my friends stole my CDs I’d give Bill Gates a run for his money. Not only that but I’m real anal, if that’s the right word, about the quality of my sound, especially while driving. Since I don’t have any expensive vices I spare no expense when it comes to improving on my sound. The rule of thumb to go by is to always remember that when it comes to electronics, you really do get what you pay for. But that’s beside the point.
Interestingly, I used to be an R&B guy through and through. Not that I don’t like R&B – I love it. I’m only saying I used to listen to it [almost] exclusively. I even tried to mimic all those R&B crooners and sounded pretty good – in the shower anyway. Then I discovered rap and the rest was history. I give credit to a few rappers that really reeled me in but I’ll only talk about one of them right now:
Jay / Jay Z / Jigga / Hova / Ho [?] / Shawn Carter.
Like he says, and he couldn’t have said it any better:
“….is he the best ever that's the argu-a-ment
I don't make the list don't be mad at me
I just make the hits like a factory..”
Jigga is straight sick with his lyrics. He may not quite be the storyteller that Nas is but he knows how to play with words. Not only that but he memorizes everything; you’ll never see him in the booth wielding a notepad. Not only that, but dude can do an entire song in one take. I realize that can and have are two different things, but in any case it’s damn near impossible.
The Durrrttty South rap is good, but few Southern artists talk about much else besides the usual money, women, the hustle, cars and clothes.
“Everybody's like "He's no item! Please don't like him!
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!"
Now she don't like him, she never met him
Groupies try to take advantage of him, he won't let 'em
He don't need 'em, so he treats 'em like he treats 'em
Better them than me, she don't agree with him
She's mad at that, he's not havi’n that
So those opposites attract like mag-a-nets
She sees more than the Benz wagon, the friends taggin’ along
with a flashy nigga braggin’ on a song
She gets a glimpse of Shawn and she likes that
He 2-ways her, so she writes back
Smiley faces after all of her phrases
Either she the one or I'm caught in "The Matrix"
But fukkit, let the +Fish-burne+
Red or green pill, you live and you learn. C'mon!”
Then come right back with:
“It's true high society don't want me to move
into the penthouse building with spectacular views
They're like uhh, He's a menace he could never be a tenant
I'm like ooh, what's a young nigga to do?
I bring the brothers to the building give a feeling
that I don't give a fuck we just chillin’ watchin’ chandelier ceilings
High as fuck; Old lady, don't blow my high
'specially if you don't know my life
Don't make me bring Sharpton in it cause I'm dark-skinneded or
Dude with the 'fro and the Rainbow Coalition
I'm a victim of a single parent household, born in a mouse hole
Mousetrap, niggaz wanna know how so
How Jay get up out that, here, yeah
I snatched purses I per-se-vered, yeah
I had work, fiends purchased, it was clear
I was out there sellin’ hope for despair, but stop there
I swear, I only make good from my mouth to God's ears
Had to get out the hood
And I can't justify genocide
But I was born in the city where the skinny niggaz die
Born in the city where the skinny niggaz ride
And as a skinny nigga I had beef with high size.”
And after that, blindside you with this:
“On repeat, the CD of BIG's "Me and My B*tch"
Watchin’ Bonnie and Clyde, pretending to be that sh*t
Empty gun in your hand sayin’, "Let me see that clip"
Shoppin sprees, pulled out your Visa quick
Nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6
We was so happy poor but when we got rich
That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped
Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that sh*t
Made me speed that quick, let me see - that's it
It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick
I used to cut up their buddies, now they saying they love me
Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy
And then it got fuzzy and they don't remember that
And I don't remember you…”