<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738</id><updated>2009-10-12T18:30:36.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blap Rog</title><subtitle type='html'>The Rap Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-1126162034859979499</id><published>2009-07-30T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:58:10.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not racist'/><title type='text'>Blap Rog Investigates: The Racism of the Past</title><content type='html'>Let's jump right into it; why is hating, fearing, or distrusting white people such a commonly expressed feeling within the black-dominated world of rap? Is it needless hysteria? A marketing ploy? Some kind of slavery resentment that should have died down decades ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. White people are just despicable. Here, take a look at this comic book from 1978 (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ1WbgQ31I/AAAAAAAAFMs/-cN_YHMtVN0/s1600-h/whiteman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ1WbgQ31I/AAAAAAAAFMs/-cN_YHMtVN0/s400/whiteman1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364479134352334674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ1WDVMAKI/AAAAAAAAFMk/MLKmNe9oWfs/s1600-h/whiteman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ1WDVMAKI/AAAAAAAAFMk/MLKmNe9oWfs/s400/whiteman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364479127863427234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ1VnLNphI/AAAAAAAAFMc/I7EDHXvtIwo/s1600-h/whiteman3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ1VnLNphI/AAAAAAAAFMc/I7EDHXvtIwo/s400/whiteman3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364479120305399314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ1VqLSICI/AAAAAAAAFMU/VB4ytVfQsMI/s1600-h/whiteman4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ1VqLSICI/AAAAAAAAFMU/VB4ytVfQsMI/s400/whiteman4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364479121110999074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ1VVxTWfI/AAAAAAAAFMM/eaJnHYSYYQI/s1600-h/whiteman5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ1VVxTWfI/AAAAAAAAFMM/eaJnHYSYYQI/s400/whiteman5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364479115633318386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, of course you could say that this is not the mainstream opinion among whites in that time, but the fact remains, someone felt this way. And how are you, the black man, supposed to know which whites are the "good ones"? Isn't it safer just to assume that the entire culture that created &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;is just poisonous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say, "Things have changed a lot since then. Just look at our president, I voted for him and so did more than half the country. Surely that means that racism is dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh? Heard the story about the black Harvard professor being arrested in his own home after showing proof of residence? You know, &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/07/21/massachusetts.harvard.professor.arrested/index.html#cnnSTCText"&gt;Henry Gates&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, black man gets home from vacation, can't find his keys, breaks into his own house, someone calls the cops, police arrest man even after he has demonstrated that he owns house. Charges were something like "being an uppity nigger".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it's probable that the officer was doing his job. I mean, the police aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;racist&lt;/span&gt;, are they????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ3pIpj9cI/AAAAAAAAFM0/lxZetobEJ2E/s1600-h/email-barrett_20090729182951_0_0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ3pIpj9cI/AAAAAAAAFM0/lxZetobEJ2E/s400/email-barrett_20090729182951_0_0.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364481654731830722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry white people, you fail again. Looks like some people still have to ruin race relations for all of you.Good luck next time you want to complain about affirmative action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, the guy who wrote this is &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/07/30/gates.police.apology/index.html?iref=mpstoryview"&gt;"not a racist"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-1126162034859979499?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/1126162034859979499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=1126162034859979499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/1126162034859979499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/1126162034859979499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/07/blap-rog-investigates-racism-of-past.html' title='Blap Rog Investigates: The Racism of the Past'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SnJ1WbgQ31I/AAAAAAAAFMs/-cN_YHMtVN0/s72-c/whiteman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-6097423703744401709</id><published>2009-06-11T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:22:35.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 cent is gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>50 Cent is Gay Every Other Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wwd.com/fashion-news/fashion-scoops/obamas-lunch-in-paris-kane-for-topshop-50-cents-fragrance-2162739?full=true"&gt;http://www.wwd.com/fashion-news/fashion-scoops/obamas-lunch-in-paris-kane-for-topshop-50-cents-fragrance-2162739?full=true&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation:&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent is coming out with a Cologne for men called "Power", which is quite possibly the gayest possible cologne name. Other than maybe "Cock".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-6097423703744401709?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/6097423703744401709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=6097423703744401709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/6097423703744401709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/6097423703744401709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/06/50-cent-is-gay-every-other-day.html' title='50 Cent is Gay Every Other Day'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-4466034170988522851</id><published>2009-05-27T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:04:18.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 cent is gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>50 Cent is gay every other day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quotation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell her if she like me she should keep me icy/&lt;br /&gt;My game fuck with a bitch brain/&lt;br /&gt;till she think she wifey/&lt;br /&gt;Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me/&lt;br /&gt;Commitment for me, uhh nah not likely."&lt;br /&gt;-50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent is only out for one thing from the women he dates and he will stoop to dishonesty and mind games to get it. He is ruthless and cold-hearted and once he gets what he wants he will kick you to the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing he wants? Diamond Jewelry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-4466034170988522851?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/4466034170988522851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=4466034170988522851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/4466034170988522851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/4466034170988522851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/05/50-cent-is-gay-every-other-day_27.html' title='50 Cent is gay every other day'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-2045129725650603190</id><published>2009-05-20T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:15:33.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of context rap lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs'/><title type='text'>Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/ShRWtaVRyuI/AAAAAAAAFGE/cbXkawztIjo/s1600-h/Eminem_airbrush_shirt_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/ShRWtaVRyuI/AAAAAAAAFGE/cbXkawztIjo/s400/Eminem_airbrush_shirt_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337986796503550690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I've got Genital Warts"&lt;br /&gt;-Eminem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-2045129725650603190?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/2045129725650603190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=2045129725650603190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/2045129725650603190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/2045129725650603190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/05/airbrushed-pictures-of-hip-hop.html' title='Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/ShRWtaVRyuI/AAAAAAAAFGE/cbXkawztIjo/s72-c/Eminem_airbrush_shirt_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-3116229164427065644</id><published>2009-05-20T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:18:28.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of context rap lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Out of Context Rap Lyrics</title><content type='html'>"When I'm on the Mic it's like a Cookie"&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Dre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-3116229164427065644?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/3116229164427065644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=3116229164427065644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/3116229164427065644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/3116229164427065644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-context-rap-lyrics_20.html' title='Out of Context Rap Lyrics'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-3904980750771850647</id><published>2009-05-13T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:07:16.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best of rhymes worst of rhymes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>It was the Best of Rhymes, it was the Worst of Rhymes</title><content type='html'>There are some rhyme schemes that can only be pulled off if you know what you're doing, and even then only very sparingly. A notable example of this is the 'rhyming a word with itself' technique. Good rappers know that this can sound lazy and effortless, so they don't do it unless they're making some kind of clever play on words or using a different meaning each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive Examples of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a businessman/&lt;br /&gt;I'm a business, man"&lt;br /&gt;-Jay-Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't throw our hands up like we don't care anymore/&lt;br /&gt;We throw our hands up like we don't care anymore."&lt;br /&gt;-POS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Jay-Z is using this technique to contrast between what he's not and what he is and he does it by using the same words to mean different things. POS does something slightly different, taking a traditional hip-hop stalwart (throw your hands in the air like you just don't care) and contrasting it with throwing your hands up in disgust and giving up. The important thing both of these lines have going is contrast. If you don't have some kind of contrast then you are simply rhyming a word with itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediocre Examples of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm into distribution, I'm like Atlantic/&lt;br /&gt;I got them motherfuckers flyin' cross the Atlantic."&lt;br /&gt;-Rick Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna get up in her Bush like Dubya/&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' get up in her bush like double ya."&lt;br /&gt;-Rhymefest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Ross kind of gets it, as does Rhymefest, but it's really not quite right. In the case of Rick Ross, it's really more of a problem with the way he says it. He delivers this line as if it was really clever, putting an accent in "Atlantic" in a different place the second time he said it even though it's the exact same word and pronounced the exact same way. In one case he is talking about an airline, in the next the ocean that that airline is named for. Not as impressive as you think Rick Ross. At least Rhymefest makes an honest effort, the word(s) he ends his line with are in fact different. But in this case it's so obvious that he just wanted to use the line "Up in her bush like Dubya" (referring to our former president, 9/11/, never forget) that he really just said "fuck it" about the second line and figured the refence was clever enough to distract us from the fact that he said "double ya" which means basically nothing on it's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the worst examples of this are when a rapper just clearly does not give a shit and simply has completely unrhyming verses and throws the same word at the end of each line. This is a practice not worth dignifying with examples (especially cause i can't think of any off the top of my head right now). My point is, blap fans, don't put up with this lazy kind of writing. Demand better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rappers, we are watching you/&lt;br /&gt;we ain't gon' stop watching you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-3904980750771850647?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/3904980750771850647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=3904980750771850647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/3904980750771850647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/3904980750771850647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-best-of-rhymes-it-was-worst-of.html' title='It was the Best of Rhymes, it was the Worst of Rhymes'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-27943396132932799</id><published>2009-05-11T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:59:02.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='background noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Background Noise</title><content type='html'>We all know that rap is about rapping, and we &lt;a href="http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-elements.html"&gt;recently learned that production is important too&lt;/a&gt;. The voice over the beat is what we're supposed to be listening to. But there are more than two layers to most rap songs. What, generally, is in that middle layer, between music and lyrics? Rap noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this exciting new feature I take a listen to those seldom scrutinized noises and record them for you, the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song is Hypnotize by Young Jeezy (who is probably the best person to do this with to be honest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sgis7TGfd2I/AAAAAAAAFF8/NzJybah4Uhg/s1600-h/graph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sgis7TGfd2I/AAAAAAAAFF8/NzJybah4Uhg/s400/graph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334703893360113506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to NCES.ed.gov's &lt;a href="http://nces.ed.gov/nceskids/createagraph/default.aspx"&gt;KID ZONE GRAPH CREATOR&lt;/a&gt; for the wonderful graph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-27943396132932799?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/27943396132932799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=27943396132932799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/27943396132932799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/27943396132932799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/05/background-noise.html' title='Background Noise'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sgis7TGfd2I/AAAAAAAAFF8/NzJybah4Uhg/s72-c/graph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-7284011046742264626</id><published>2009-05-07T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:38:20.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 cent is gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>50 Cent is Gay Every Other Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quotation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"In the middle of the night/&lt;br /&gt;you can turn on the lights/&lt;br /&gt;find me and my niggas in your crib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-50 Cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't be surprised if you wake up late at night to hear labored breathing in your bedroom. Surprise, it's 50 cent and &lt;/span&gt;all his "close friends"! What are they doing there, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent is kind of creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-7284011046742264626?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/7284011046742264626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=7284011046742264626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/7284011046742264626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/7284011046742264626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/05/50-cent-is-gay-every-other-day.html' title='50 Cent is Gay Every Other Day'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-2766964213798533246</id><published>2009-05-06T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:37:31.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>More Ways to Blap Rog?</title><content type='html'>Hell yeah there are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing a twitter thing now, so if you have a twitter go follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called "&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/HipHopHeadlines"&gt;HipHop Headlines&lt;/a&gt;" and it's pretty good if I do say so myself. It's basically news headlines from the future of this music that we all know and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/HipHopHeadlines"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;to see it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-2766964213798533246?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/2766964213798533246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=2766964213798533246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/2766964213798533246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/2766964213798533246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-ways-to-blap-rog.html' title='More Ways to Blap Rog?'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-6699409668304909737</id><published>2009-05-02T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:54:25.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of context rap lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Out of Context Rap Lyrics</title><content type='html'>"Remember when we shat our clothes?"&lt;br /&gt;-Young Jeezey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-6699409668304909737?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/6699409668304909737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=6699409668304909737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/6699409668304909737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/6699409668304909737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-context-rap-lyrics.html' title='Out of Context Rap Lyrics'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-601157423533474262</id><published>2009-04-30T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:27:46.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs'/><title type='text'>Airburshed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SfoxxmGPqVI/AAAAAAAAFF0/X2UzSWTuk6Q/s1600-h/tn_Picture_485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SfoxxmGPqVI/AAAAAAAAFF0/X2UzSWTuk6Q/s400/tn_Picture_485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330627837056493906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back/&lt;br /&gt;With no strings attached/&lt;br /&gt;Yeah nigga, picture that!"&lt;br /&gt;-Lil' Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-601157423533474262?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/601157423533474262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=601157423533474262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/601157423533474262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/601157423533474262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/airburshed-pictures-of-hip-hop.html' title='Airburshed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SfoxxmGPqVI/AAAAAAAAFF0/X2UzSWTuk6Q/s72-c/tn_Picture_485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-6611036204832355219</id><published>2009-04-29T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:09:05.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout outs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 cent is gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>50 Cent is Gay Every Other Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SfiXox4f9TI/AAAAAAAAFFs/oq7kVMiMScM/s1600-h/image50cent_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SfiXox4f9TI/AAAAAAAAFFs/oq7kVMiMScM/s400/image50cent_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330176885833856306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LkZAbq3IXQ"&gt;50 Cent wants that crystal skull&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-6611036204832355219?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/6611036204832355219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=6611036204832355219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/6611036204832355219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/6611036204832355219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/50-cent-is-gay-every-other-day_29.html' title='50 Cent is Gay Every Other Day'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SfiXox4f9TI/AAAAAAAAFFs/oq7kVMiMScM/s72-c/image50cent_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-7085357825459087823</id><published>2009-04-27T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:47:54.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Fucking Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='droppin&apos; knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barriers to entry'/><title type='text'>Barriers to Entry: What the fuck did he just say? &amp; That Fucking Song part II: A rambling blog title if you've ever seen one</title><content type='html'>Barriers to entry is a new series in which I explore and attempt to discredit some of the reasons people avoid rap music. Today's installment dovetails nicely with my "That Fucking Song" post a couple days ago. Sorry for the unwieldy title, but I think it was worth it to try the "really long title' joke once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say to me, when I ask them why they don't like rap music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HUUUURGH I'M INCREDIBLY STUPID DURF FURFLE SCUMPF"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding folks, they only say that very rarely. The kinds of things they do say are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just don't get it"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"The lyrics are so bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which are both obvious codes for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't understand black people when they talk and am afraid to admit this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry lil rap neophyte, I'm here to explain why it's ok to not completely catch the meaning of every word in your favorite club banger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You are not supposed to understand everything. Really, they know that they're not speaking articulately, they could if they wanted to. The way that people rap is more an expression of their chosen style and flow than it is about their actual ability to form coherent sentences. It's an artistic decision, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A lack of understand is desirable. Music sometimes loses it's allure when you know exactly what every line is. This is why eminem, for example, blows. You listen to the album once, you hear exactly what he's saying, every word of it, you laugh at two or three of the jokes, and then you never listen again. Why? Because the mystery is completely gone. Most people don't rap along to their favorite songs the same way they sing (I do this, it's embarrassing to everyone involved), so there has to be some kind of incentive to listen to something a few times. When every time you listen to a song you pick up a little more of what it's about, or understand some previously unknown slang, or catch a funny punchline that you previously missed, you get that joy of discovery and you want to listen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It's not that important. People over-emphasize the position of lyrics in music in general, but especially in rap. I could listen to Timbaland's Shock Value all day, not because I enjoy hearing Timbaland oafishly bumble the vocals, but because the beats are sick. As judgmental as it may sound, a lot of rap music is not made for depth listening, it's made for the club, the car, the parking lot; someplace where you just need something that sounds good in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sometimes it really just makes no sense at all. Take a line from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turn my Swag on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in this song soulja boy says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walk into the dealership&lt;br /&gt;add another wheel to my collection of pink ships"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can kind of figure out what he's saying; he's buying another car. But I unequivocally assure you that Pink Ship is not slang anywhere for car. He is just making it up because he needs something rhyme with dealership and he's lyrically talentless. The thing is, by it's very nature, rap needs to rhyme. In order to get the message across you have to force some pretty poor word choices. This is also the reason for some of the development of slang and the proliferation of nicknames. Do you think it's a coincidence that 'Crunk' rhymes with 'drunk'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've got that all cleared up, I have a confession to make. I stopped writing that TFS article not because I was fed up with Jim Jones (although this was a major contributing factor), it was because I was transcribing the lyrics and I couldn't understand the fucking noises coming out of him. After serious reflection I've realized this is nothing to be ashamed of and have reasoned that Jim Jones is just using nonsense syllables to desperately fill his verse. Or maybe he's just referencing something I am not remembering or aware of. It happens even to the best of us (me, I'm the best of us), sometimes you just don't get something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here, following this sentance, is the rest of &lt;a href="http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-fucking-song.html"&gt;"THAT FUCKING SONG"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse 3 - Jim Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't note this before, but here the chorus changes dreadfully to more Jim Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up kinda bad/&lt;br /&gt;From the champagne/&lt;br /&gt;Said prayer, thank god for wakin up/&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh, we gettin' money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped in my Ferarri/&lt;br /&gt;Dropped the top/&lt;br /&gt;I hit the club and told my nigger turn it up/&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh, we gettin' money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirsty/&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry/&lt;br /&gt;I need a big, big plate of that money/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We party/&lt;br /&gt;Ferrari/&lt;br /&gt;we drop the top and we laugh hardy hardy/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am seriously considering stopping this again, but I press on for you! For the humble would-be rap listener who quivers in the darkness with fear. Fear not little one, I will be brave for you. I will openly admit I do not know what the fuck he's saying here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer/&lt;br /&gt;Shoulda seen us/&lt;br /&gt;flooded to water so much I need FEMA/&lt;br /&gt;It goes Jim Jones tell em'/&lt;br /&gt;Kal! Go! That's my DJ/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is it, the line I don't understand. Please let me know if you have an idea of what these here syllables mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped up in the spot/&lt;br /&gt;Self had it rockin' up for sheezey.&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse 4 - Maino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I get bulletproof love/&lt;br /&gt;All the thugs love me/&lt;br /&gt;hands down i'm the realist nigga in the country/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alright, who the fuck is this guy, I've never heard of him and he's marginal at best. I wish people would stop claiming to be the best. (Unless they're Jay-Z)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your arms to short you lames could never touch me/&lt;br /&gt;you really think I'm gay?/&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah? Go head and fuck me./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahahaha, did someone write a blog about Maino and make him upset? But seriously this reads like a craigslist M4M personal ad. He is literally inviting you to come and fuck him. No Homo tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rollin'/&lt;br /&gt;This is my life, it's not a song/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is another cliche I could do without frankly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pack guns as long as my right arm/&lt;br /&gt;I'm a problem/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I get it, he's Everyrapper, a rapper made up of nothing but cliche's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't solve em'/&lt;br /&gt;gotta add em'/&lt;br /&gt;can't subtract em'/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And with math metaphors, that's cool, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm whilin' and spazin/&lt;br /&gt;the smoke from the fifth/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, my conception of what a Fifth is a large bottle of alcohol, 750 ml to be exact. Urban dictionary seems to agree. Now why would smoke be coming out of your fifth? Is it possible that Maino doesn't know rap slang as well as me, a confirmed white person? Naw, it must mean something else too. English is such a wonderfully flexible language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shells in the grass/&lt;br /&gt;and they can only see/&lt;br /&gt;my eyes from the mask/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I get it, it's a FOUR-fifth, a gun. Nice creative use of slang Maino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the way to cali/&lt;br /&gt;what's poppin my G/&lt;br /&gt;I really run brooklyn/&lt;br /&gt;nothin poppin but me/&lt;br /&gt;get weed on gates/&lt;br /&gt;and killers in ft. green/&lt;br /&gt;platinum vision/&lt;br /&gt;and lamborghini dreams/&lt;br /&gt;hustle hard baby/&lt;br /&gt;we move like the baddest/&lt;br /&gt;black bandannas/&lt;br /&gt;you see us we throw them flags up.&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, that was pretty lame, whatever. Finally the song is drawing to a conclusion. But not before Jadakiss comes and actually murders the track. The track is killed by him and the song has no choice but to end after that verse because it is dead. In respect to his (comparative) greatness, I will give you this part of the song un-commented-upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 5 - Jadakiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, D block is D block/&lt;br /&gt;no it ain't a rock band/&lt;br /&gt;they had to kill two baby gators/&lt;br /&gt;just to make my watchband/&lt;br /&gt;out come the hammers/&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then the shottis come/&lt;br /&gt;devils meet up 4 times/&lt;br /&gt;then the bodies come/&lt;br /&gt;big bank/&lt;br /&gt;little bank/&lt;br /&gt;yeah imma take it all/&lt;br /&gt;i could get the block aired out/&lt;br /&gt;If I make a call/&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead with your bad self/&lt;br /&gt;'kiss keep his swag on/&lt;br /&gt;you ain't gotta ask me, ask Self.&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I did it and I wasn't afraid of disapproval. Now maybe you can too! Let's take this moment of great success to contemplate how Jim Jones is a talentless void.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-7085357825459087823?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/7085357825459087823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=7085357825459087823' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/7085357825459087823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/7085357825459087823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/barriers-to-entry-what-fuck-did-he-just.html' title='Barriers to Entry: What the fuck did he just say? &amp; That Fucking Song part II: A rambling blog title if you&apos;ve ever seen one'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-4728704549346684685</id><published>2009-04-27T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:39:54.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Rappers whose mama ain't home</title><content type='html'>Apparently a lot of rich and famous rappers live at home with their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Cause my mama ain't home/&lt;br /&gt;I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on/&lt;br /&gt;and, they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin'."&lt;br /&gt;-Snoop Dogg, 1993, age 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got me feelin' right/&lt;br /&gt;My mama gone you can spend the night/&lt;br /&gt;I ain't playin' I'm tryin' to fuck tonight/&lt;br /&gt;Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon."&lt;br /&gt;-50 Cent, 2005, age 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lookin' at my Franck Muller, it's about that time/&lt;br /&gt;folks just left so I'm on my grind/&lt;br /&gt;Said you wanna two-fifty cause you need that nine/&lt;br /&gt;I want that bread but I don't need that dime."&lt;br /&gt;-Young Jeezy, 2006, age 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, KNOW, there are more of these. Someone want to find some for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-4728704549346684685?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/4728704549346684685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=4728704549346684685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/4728704549346684685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/4728704549346684685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/rappers-whose-mama-aint-home.html' title='Rappers whose mama ain&apos;t home'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-269327683973035957</id><published>2009-04-26T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:51:50.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that happen in it'/><title type='text'>Blap Rog Features: Fighting; things that happen in it</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, listen, I have found some really great stuff on the internet and I really want to put it somewhere where people will read it, but it's not really rap related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just gonna put it here, I thought you might like some variety in your rap blog, you know? Besides, what else am I gonna do? Start a new blog for every thing I want to talk about? That hardly seems like a reasonable solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the new feature is about movies. There's a movie review website I recently discovered which is geared towards conservative parents shielding their children from violence and other undesirable themes in movies. It's called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parent Previews&lt;/span&gt; and it's &lt;a href="http://www.parentpreviews.com/"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that they include in their reviews is a complete list of everything untoward that happens in the movie. They read a lot like modern poetry. Better for you to see an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that happen in it&lt;/span&gt;" is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fighting&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SfTyuyQxqGI/AAAAAAAAFFc/Ta83dIKHMSY/s1600-h/fighting_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SfTyuyQxqGI/AAAAAAAAFFc/Ta83dIKHMSY/s400/fighting_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329151144666179682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After thieves steal items from pedestrians and vendors in a busy downtown business district, a fight breaks out on the street. A man cases out possible recruits for a fight club. Brawls between combatants (without any protective gear or rules) are held in a church, alleys, expensive apartments and an Asian brothel. Characters punch, kick and choke one another. Facial abrasions and some bloody cuts are seen. A bullet injures a man's ear. Cross dressers are seen in a brothel-type building. A picture of a naked woman is seen on the wall. Profanities, scatological slang terms and racial slurs are used. Characters gamble and steal money. A couple kisses passionately. Sexual activity is suggested but not seen. Characters are shown drinking and smoking on numerous occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that wonderful? Can't you totally not wait for more? Oh? Really? Well fuck you then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-269327683973035957?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/269327683973035957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=269327683973035957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/269327683973035957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/269327683973035957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/blap-rog-features-fighting-things-that.html' title='Blap Rog Features: Fighting; things that happen in it'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SfTyuyQxqGI/AAAAAAAAFFc/Ta83dIKHMSY/s72-c/fighting_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-3947890887748542023</id><published>2009-04-26T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:28:03.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 cent is gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>50 Cent is Gay Every Other Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quotation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My buddy, my buddy/&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I go, he goes./&lt;br /&gt;My buddy, my buddy/&lt;br /&gt;You'll run for your life when I stick him out the window./&lt;br /&gt;My buddy, my buddy/&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay your ass out motherfucker, it's simple./&lt;br /&gt;Stay in your place, I recommend/&lt;br /&gt;or say hello to my little friend."&lt;br /&gt;-50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty clear that 50 Cent has written yet another song about his penis. He's also an exhibitionist.&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I don't think I've heard any other rapper use the phrase "lay your ass out" quite as often as 50 cent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-3947890887748542023?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/3947890887748542023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=3947890887748542023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/3947890887748542023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/3947890887748542023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/50-cent-is-gay-every-other-day_26.html' title='50 Cent is Gay Every Other Day'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-6406181299010353705</id><published>2009-04-21T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:36:50.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs'/><title type='text'>Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Se5KF2VAo3I/AAAAAAAAFFI/Wt20eaKVwpE/s1600-h/pun_jewels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Se5KF2VAo3I/AAAAAAAAFFI/Wt20eaKVwpE/s400/pun_jewels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327276873569313650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;"'Scuse me for bein blunt, but I've been eatin cunts/&lt;br /&gt;since pimps was pushin pink Caddies with the fish tank pumps/&lt;br /&gt;Bumpin and grindin simultaneously grindin/&lt;br /&gt;Climbin up the walls, with my balls, bangin off your hymen/&lt;br /&gt;I'm a diamond in the rough (UHH) bustin in your face/&lt;br /&gt;Taste the sweetness of my dick, rip your fetus out of plac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e"&lt;br /&gt;-Big Pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-6406181299010353705?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/6406181299010353705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=6406181299010353705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/6406181299010353705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/6406181299010353705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/airbrushed-pictures-of-hip-hop_21.html' title='Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Se5KF2VAo3I/AAAAAAAAFFI/Wt20eaKVwpE/s72-c/pun_jewels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-2982607247699694042</id><published>2009-04-21T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:10:30.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Fucking Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worst rap lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>That Fucking Song</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's not enough to quote a silly, out-of-place lyric.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a song is so bad that nothing but the entire thing, with line by line commentary will do.&lt;br /&gt;That is was "That Fucking Song" is all about, it's a new feature, I hope you like it, although it's pretty infrequent that a song is this bad.&lt;br /&gt;Today's "That Fucking Song" is "Turn My Swag On (Mega Remix version)" from the extended version of Lil' Wayne's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Urban Dictionary&lt;/span&gt; Mixtape. Commentary will be in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;italics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/singleofthesecond/music/sz-6tkKw/soulja-boy-tellem-turn-my-swag-on-remix-ft-lil-wayne-ji/"&gt;Listen along here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped up out da bed,&lt;br /&gt;turn my swag on,&lt;br /&gt;took a look in da mirror said wassup,&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeea im gettin money (ooooohhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a serviceable chorus, it's not the problem, the problem is every rapper on this song. You'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse 1  - Soulja Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count so much money everyday its gettin my arms swole/&lt;br /&gt;my swaggas out of space similar to a wormhole/&lt;br /&gt;dunkin' on the game, like Stephon Marbury/&lt;br /&gt;I got a red Aston Martin, i call it my strawberry/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, ok, stop stop stop. This line is a disaster. You ever here a line where you know the rapper felt like they had a really good line so they had to come up with something, anything, to rhyme it with so they could use it? Both of these are like that second line, which of these did he think was really impressive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all work no play dis is my playground/&lt;br /&gt;rappers on tour but they ridin' the greyhound/&lt;br /&gt;but they don't stay round now,/&lt;br /&gt;my lambo got surround sound/&lt;br /&gt;i'm hotter than plasma,/&lt;br /&gt;lava,/&lt;br /&gt;magma/&lt;br /&gt;knick knack patty whack,/&lt;br /&gt;give a dog a bone/&lt;br /&gt;i'm like get back gimmie that,/&lt;br /&gt;give the king his throne/&lt;br /&gt;you like knick knack patty whack/&lt;br /&gt;give a dog a bone/&lt;br /&gt;im like get back gimmie that/&lt;br /&gt;give the king his throne/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So not only is he repeating the same line twice but he's taking from nursery rhymes, which is a techinque that I think only very, very few rappers should do (pretty much just Method Man). Additionally this is not the best idea for a rapper for whom the main criticism is his youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honey i am home/&lt;br /&gt;walkin to the dealership/&lt;br /&gt;add another one to my collection of pink slips/&lt;br /&gt;i am it/&lt;br /&gt;and don't forget/&lt;br /&gt;this is the remix.&lt;br /&gt;(chrous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like he really just ran out of things to say, rhyming it and forget like that. That actually sounds pretty likely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But Soulja Boy Tellem is not the main problem with this song, oh no. It would be easy to take the rap-intellectual's role and blame everything on him, but I actually think he has some merit here (there will be a blog about this at some point). Just not much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse 2  - Lil' Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehemm, swagga on a zillion,/&lt;br /&gt;i'm Louis V down like a Louis V chamillion/&lt;br /&gt;house so big like i live in a building,/&lt;br /&gt;no chandeliers, i got guns hanging from the ceiling/&lt;br /&gt;brand new car i divorced the top/&lt;br /&gt;see homie u a square im a porsha box/&lt;br /&gt;long hair, don't care holla back bitch/&lt;br /&gt;im in the bathroom takin me a rich nigga shit/&lt;br /&gt;gangsta to the bristle,/&lt;br /&gt;swagga unofficial/&lt;br /&gt;im the shit and you, you justa maggot on a tissue/&lt;br /&gt;better tell em i'm hotter than da arizona missile/&lt;br /&gt;white Benz chrome wheels like a napkin on a nickel/&lt;br /&gt;young moola baby, weezy baby/&lt;br /&gt;don't forget da weezy, baby/&lt;br /&gt;black card, boy, make you throw away that visa baby/&lt;br /&gt;you ain't on the planet i'm on and i never leave my swagga at home.&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, typical Lil' Wayne stuff,  a couple similies that don't quite work, nothing amazing or horrible here. I'm kinda just getting the idea that he doesn't care anymore, I guess he doesn't have to; he's Lil' Wayne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verse 3 - Jim Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirsty/&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry/&lt;br /&gt;I need a big, big plate of that money/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, really. he really says this. this is how he chooses to start his verse. Jim Jones is fucking terrible. Hold on, it gets worse/better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We party/&lt;br /&gt;Ferrari/&lt;br /&gt;we drop the top and we laugh hardy hardy/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer/&lt;br /&gt;Shoulda seen us/&lt;br /&gt;flooded to water so much I need FEMA/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Ok, that's it. Blog over. This is just too bad. Fuck you Jim Jones, you are the worst thing. The rest of the song actually isn't so terrible compared to this, Jadakiss' verse is actually pretty good. Maybe I'll finish this later when I'm not so fed up with listening to Jim Jones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Se5gX7-jkYI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/rJtV3tvPwlE/s1600-h/jim-jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Se5gX7-jkYI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/rJtV3tvPwlE/s400/jim-jones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327301373579202946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuck you too buddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-2982607247699694042?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/2982607247699694042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=2982607247699694042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/2982607247699694042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/2982607247699694042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-fucking-song.html' title='That Fucking Song'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Se5gX7-jkYI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/rJtV3tvPwlE/s72-c/jim-jones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-6581785187392135292</id><published>2009-04-08T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:43:46.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='droppin&apos; knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>The Four Elements</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzgxuJ5bPI/AAAAAAAAFD0/VO7jJMDj1uc/s1600-h/4elements.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzgxuJ5bPI/AAAAAAAAFD0/VO7jJMDj1uc/s400/4elements.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322376004452838642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is like hip-hop 101 guys, so listen up if you don't know this stuff already. If you do know it already read this anyway cause I'm gonna put funny pictures and what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdziCbGiDEI/AAAAAAAAFEk/N_LeQmfjHF4/s1600-h/raps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdziCbGiDEI/AAAAAAAAFEk/N_LeQmfjHF4/s400/raps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322377390907853890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, this is one of them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;educational-type&lt;/span&gt; blog entries, so just walk away now if you're not about that. I made fun of eminem yesterday, that's one that you might like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, hip-hop is not just a type of music. This is something I've been trying to communicate here, it's a full cultural movement. This movement, both in it's roots and throughout it's history has been divided up into 4 elements. It's about inclusion, if you can't rap than you're still in the movement. Get it? These elements are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MCing (or Rappin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sdzdo10BnVI/AAAAAAAAFDs/WKJFPTihfEs/s1600-h/mc_hammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sdzdo10BnVI/AAAAAAAAFDs/WKJFPTihfEs/s400/mc_hammer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372553354878290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the one you already know. Dope skills on the mic, etc. Rappin' emerged from the back and forth style of insulting called "playing the dozens" practiced by urban youth. Call and response hip-hop still exists today, if you look really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJing (or Scratchin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzdokUtHfI/AAAAAAAAFDk/cc46gjPBkOI/s1600-h/dock_dj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzdokUtHfI/AAAAAAAAFDk/cc46gjPBkOI/s400/dock_dj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372548660108786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe the DJ used to be just as important as the MC back for about a week in 1985? Unbelievable but true. There was a great amount of resentment about the MC's rise to popularity, prominence, and pwealth while the DJs stayed kind of behind the scenes toiling thanklessly. Thankfully these issues became unimportant once hip-hop died (in 1987 for the first time, and every year after that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reak Dancing (or Breakin')&lt;/span&gt; (if it doesn't have the capacity to have an apostrophe instead of the last letter it's not a real ELEMENT, important knowledge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sdzdob3OohI/AAAAAAAAFDc/nJAhbSCvYGQ/s1600-h/87750252-kids-break-dancing-vietnam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sdzdob3OohI/AAAAAAAAFDc/nJAhbSCvYGQ/s400/87750252-kids-break-dancing-vietnam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372546388992530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is generally what kids with no artistic talent did when they wanted to be in what we can collectively begin to refer to as 'the movement'. This is the least important one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grafitti (or Tagin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzdoCi2FmI/AAAAAAAAFDU/dxTdQotOp0k/s1600-h/021208cerealkillers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzdoCi2FmI/AAAAAAAAFDU/dxTdQotOp0k/s400/021208cerealkillers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372539592611426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just kidding, this is the least important one. I mean, come on, they're just ruining property, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sdzdn9ivy-I/AAAAAAAAFDM/zX64VcCdu_E/s1600-h/graffiti-bike-ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sdzdn9ivy-I/AAAAAAAAFDM/zX64VcCdu_E/s400/graffiti-bike-ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372538250021858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You'll notice that besides rapping many of these things have achieved only minor public recognition. Some people decry this as the bulldozing of a lot of important culture. Nonsense, I say. Because commerical &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rap&lt;/span&gt;, as distinct from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hip-Hop&lt;/span&gt;, has it's own 4 elements that I certainly am not just making up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rap (similar to Rappin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzgyB5e6gI/AAAAAAAAFEU/pggMpAr8TfU/s1600-h/50-cent-gun-rap-music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzgyB5e6gI/AAAAAAAAFEU/pggMpAr8TfU/s400/50-cent-gun-rap-music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322376009752701442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having evolved directly from Rappin', you might think that these two elements are pretty similar. Actually, you couldn't be more wrong, you fool. The largest difference is the focus on the chorus, marketability, and thug posturing rather than any of the things you normally might think are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Producing (similar to Scratchin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sdzgx7No-LI/AAAAAAAAFEM/GF9XYlxpmPw/s1600-h/Soundcraft_board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sdzgx7No-LI/AAAAAAAAFEM/GF9XYlxpmPw/s400/Soundcraft_board.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322376007958198450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically the producer does the same job as the DJ, but gets paid a lot more and makes the song sound much better. A good producer can turn Eminem into a success, or Kanye into a rapper. The other difference is that producers make millions of dollars. In their free time they hunt down the few remaining DJs for sport, just to add insult to injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music Videos (similar to Breakin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sdzgx4xvpoI/AAAAAAAAFEE/keYlxFoKiIc/s1600-h/make_it_rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/Sdzgx4xvpoI/AAAAAAAAFEE/keYlxFoKiIc/s400/make_it_rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322376007304324738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DptkI0EY6ZY&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.avclub.com%2Farticles%2Fnew-eminem-songvideo-exists-is-pretty-lame%2C26294%2F&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Just look&lt;/a&gt; how much better than breakdancing this music video is. It's easy to see why the transition occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merchandising (similar to Tagin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzgxpDkfYI/AAAAAAAAFD8/VIQiPtELasg/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzgxpDkfYI/AAAAAAAAFD8/VIQiPtELasg/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322376003084123522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also defined as putting grafitti on a hat and convincing someone with no money to pay 20 dollars for it. Mainly these hats end up in the hands of lame white people however, so their success is arguable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we learned a lot today. Actually, I only care about you learning one thing- that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hip-hop&lt;/span&gt; is different than mainstream &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rap&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I'll talk more about this some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy you're knowledge, I'm going off to celebrate rap-easter, when hip-hop rises from the dead for 3 days before being shot by Suge Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzhLntpLfI/AAAAAAAAFEc/WQnG8TYM1CI/s1600-h/suge-knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzhLntpLfI/AAAAAAAAFEc/WQnG8TYM1CI/s400/suge-knight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322376449400319474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy rap-easter everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-6581785187392135292?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/6581785187392135292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=6581785187392135292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/6581785187392135292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/6581785187392135292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-elements.html' title='The Four Elements'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdzgxuJ5bPI/AAAAAAAAFD0/VO7jJMDj1uc/s72-c/4elements.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-37960294084794918</id><published>2009-04-06T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:54:32.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiphopocracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Rappers have been known to change their minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"But in the mist of this insanity, I found my Christianity&lt;br /&gt;Through God and there's a wish he granted me&lt;br /&gt;He showed me how to cope with the stress&lt;br /&gt;And hope for the best, instead of mope and depressed&lt;br /&gt;Always groping a mess, of flying over the nest&lt;br /&gt;To selling dope with the rest&lt;br /&gt;I quit smoking cess to open my chest&lt;br /&gt;Life is stressful inside this cesspool&lt;br /&gt;Trying to wrestle, I almost bust a blood vessel&lt;br /&gt;My little brother's trying to learn his mathematics&lt;br /&gt;He's asthmatic, running home from school away from crack addicts&lt;br /&gt;Kids attract static, children with automatics&lt;br /&gt;Taking target practice on teens for Starter Jackets&lt;br /&gt;I'm using smarter tactics to overcome this slum&lt;br /&gt;I won't become as dumb as some and succumb to scum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's cumbersome, I'm trying to do well on this Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's been Hell on this Earth since I fell on this Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a broke day but everything is ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm up all night, but everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;It's a long year pretending I belong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Eminem, It's Ok, 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then&lt;br /&gt;My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)&lt;br /&gt;I have a disease and they don't know what to call it&lt;br /&gt;Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash&lt;br /&gt;Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin&lt;br /&gt;You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson&lt;br /&gt;The Proof is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton&lt;br /&gt;I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you see me on your block with two glocks&lt;br /&gt;Screamin Fuck the World like Tupac&lt;br /&gt;I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!&lt;br /&gt;Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin&lt;br /&gt;tellin your boys that I'm on crack&lt;br /&gt;I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!&lt;br /&gt;So put my tape back on the rack&lt;br /&gt;Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack&lt;br /&gt;I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!&lt;br /&gt;But see me on the street and duck&lt;br /&gt;Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Eminem, Just Don't Give a Fuck, 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-37960294084794918?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/37960294084794918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=37960294084794918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/37960294084794918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/37960294084794918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/rappers-have-been-known-to-change-their.html' title='Rappers have been known to change their minds'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-2803491520183763596</id><published>2009-04-02T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:55:39.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs'/><title type='text'>Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdUmL4_DBII/AAAAAAAAFDA/l0ZVLeI0tq4/s1600-h/fatjoe-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdUmL4_DBII/AAAAAAAAFDA/l0ZVLeI0tq4/s400/fatjoe-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320200520525350018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OWWWW, Clap, Clap, Clap, Gotta make that ass&lt;br /&gt;Clap, Gotta make that ass,&lt;br /&gt;Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Gotta make that ass&lt;br /&gt;Clap, Gotta make that ass&lt;br /&gt;Clap" -Fat Joe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-2803491520183763596?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/2803491520183763596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=2803491520183763596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/2803491520183763596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/2803491520183763596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/airbrushed-pictures-of-hip-hop.html' title='Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/SdUmL4_DBII/AAAAAAAAFDA/l0ZVLeI0tq4/s72-c/fatjoe-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-9190876674632929765</id><published>2009-04-02T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:51:23.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 cent is gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>50 Cent is Gay Every Other Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quotation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"niggas'll come to your place/&lt;br /&gt;Put a gun in your face,/&lt;br /&gt;tell ya open the safe/&lt;br /&gt;As your heart starts to race/&lt;br /&gt;cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-50 &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent is describing an elaborate fantasy in which armed men come to his house and force him to perform homosexual acts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-9190876674632929765?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/9190876674632929765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=9190876674632929765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/9190876674632929765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/9190876674632929765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/04/50-cent-is-gay-every-other-day.html' title='50 Cent is Gay Every Other Day'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-4810567628783003351</id><published>2009-03-18T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:47:12.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs'/><title type='text'>Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/ScFPqlpNTQI/AAAAAAAAFCY/7JrnhzvOsOA/s1600-h/airbrushed_shoe_tupac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/ScFPqlpNTQI/AAAAAAAAFCY/7JrnhzvOsOA/s400/airbrushed_shoe_tupac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314616628351945986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed" -2pac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-4810567628783003351?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/4810567628783003351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=4810567628783003351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/4810567628783003351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/4810567628783003351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/03/airbrushed-pictures-of-hip-hop.html' title='Airbrushed pictures of hip-hop celebrities next to quotes from their songs'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OA31ijhWdy4/ScFPqlpNTQI/AAAAAAAAFCY/7JrnhzvOsOA/s72-c/airbrushed_shoe_tupac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-5935936787294757794</id><published>2009-03-06T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:27:43.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of context rap lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='droppin&apos; knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip-hoptionary'/><title type='text'>Hip-Hoptionary: Animals</title><content type='html'>In this feature I will explain rap slang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's that shit ya need to LEARN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anaconda&lt;/span&gt; - a (generally) large penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ape &lt;/span&gt;- to go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ape, Bathing&lt;/span&gt; - Japanese designer shoe brand with high popularity among hip-hop community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bee, Killer (Killa')&lt;/span&gt; - member of the Wu-Tang Clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bird &lt;/span&gt;- large quantity of cocaine; (english) attractive woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bug &lt;/span&gt;- ugly, annoying, or insignificant person; (alt) an STD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cat &lt;/span&gt;- a cool, popular guy; a vagina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken(head)&lt;/span&gt; - promiscuous woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dog (Dawg) &lt;/span&gt;- friend, generally male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donkey &lt;/span&gt;- in men, a large penis, in women, a large ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duck &lt;/span&gt;- loser, nerd, geek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eagle, Desert&lt;/span&gt; - large and powerful semi-automatic handgun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish &lt;/span&gt;- the new guy in prison&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish(scale) &lt;/span&gt;- uncut cocaine of high quality&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly &lt;/span&gt;- cool, attractive, high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gators &lt;/span&gt;- Shoes made of alligator skin, they are classy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gorilla &lt;/span&gt;- A big, tough, goon, kept around for protection, fighting, or committing crimes; (adj.) large&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gorillas &lt;/span&gt;- thousands of dollars (each gorilla is a thousand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hawk &lt;/span&gt;- (v.) To watch carefully for (n.) Knife, shank, bladed object&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hornet &lt;/span&gt;- see&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Killer Bee&lt;br /&gt;Llama &lt;/span&gt;- a (generally) large gun; (alt.) any weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monkey &lt;/span&gt;- a vagina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mule &lt;/span&gt;- a (generally) large penis; (alt.) a drug (or other illicit substance) carrier (v.) to carry drugs for someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pumas &lt;/span&gt;- shoe brand, once had high popular in the hip-hop community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rat &lt;/span&gt;- a snitch, someone who tells on others; (v.) to snitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roach &lt;/span&gt;- the end of a joint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shark &lt;/span&gt;- a dangerous individual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worm, The &lt;/span&gt;- A breakdancing move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might add some more to this list if I forgot something obvious. Don't you feel better informed now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-5935936787294757794?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/5935936787294757794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=5935936787294757794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/5935936787294757794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/5935936787294757794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/03/hip-hoptionary-animals.html' title='Hip-Hoptionary: Animals'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409093798047935738.post-6237989444718574138</id><published>2009-03-06T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:42:22.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of context rap lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 cent is gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>50 Cent is Gay Every Other Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quotation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm confused"&lt;br /&gt;-50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;50 Cent is confused, he does not know what he wants. He doesn't know how to express these feelings, that maybe he's attracted to men. He worries about the consequences both for his personal life and his music career. Perhaps even for his safety as homosexuality is not looked upon kindly in the rap community. This song is a cry for help, 50 is lost. We're here for you 50, we will still love you.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409093798047935738-6237989444718574138?l=blaprog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/feeds/6237989444718574138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=409093798047935738&amp;postID=6237989444718574138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/6237989444718574138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/409093798047935738/posts/default/6237989444718574138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaprog.blogspot.com/2009/03/50-cent-is-gay-every-other-day.html' title='50 Cent is Gay Every Other Day'/><author><name>Jesse K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03309968901894951818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16548004030791558029'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>