What are some Yea Forums approved lyrics?

What are some Yea Forums approved lyrics?

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what's with the recent influx of Yea Forumsshit here?
lyrics aren't Yea Forums, fuck off

I let the time pass too fast
I crash, you crash
You were the one, that's what I told myself
I don't even know myself
Got my back up against the wall

Lyrics are the poetry of a song, and can be analyzed as such. Unfortunately, lyrics can be and often are shit.

boom, boom, boom
let me hear you say wayo
wayoooooo

>lyrics aren't Yea Forums, fuck off
You know ancient poetry was intended to be sung at first? Yet you consider the Illiad a work of literature. Anything written can be good literature if it's done right. Doesn't matter which medium you choose to express it.

someone discovers cultural capital and then wants to have "good taste" in everything

Bob Dylan is pretty Yea Forums:

Nasty Nas in your area, about to cause mass hysteria
Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager
And I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

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>My mom sent me up to the store with a food stamp
>For a pack of cigarettes and a book at the news stand
>Two dudes ran up and jumped out of a blue van
>I looked down at the ground and picked up a huge branch
>I swung it at the first dude, the other one with him
>Seen it snap so fast, it looked like it broke before it hit him
>So he tried to rush, I swept his legs, pinned him, and bit him
>He came back with 6 or 7 dudes screaming "GET HIM!"
>I grabbed one, lit him on fire, pinned him, and bit him
>The next faggot gave me his shoes like they didn't fit him
>One by one I just kept dropin' 'em in a rhythm
>Then I woke up swingin' the middle of the kitchen
>Damn

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one of his fattest freestyles

[Hook]
It's like boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
Rude bwoy nah promote no nasty man, dem haffi dead
Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
Rude bwoy nah promote no nasty man, dem haffi dead

[Verse 1]
Two man hitch up on and hug up on and ah lay dung inna bed
Hug up one another and ah feel up leg
Send fi di 'matic or di uzi instead
Shoot dem now come mek we shot dem (head/dead)
Don't waan Jackie gi dem Paul instead
Dem don't waan di sweetness between di leg
Gal bend dung backway and accept di peg
And if it really hot yu know she still nah go fled
Ah some man still no waan di panty raid
Pure batty business dem love [instead]

[Hook]
It's like boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
Rude bwoy nah promote no nasty man, dem haffi dead
Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
Rude bwoy nah promote no nasty man, dem haffi dead

[Verse 2]
Woman is di greatest thing God ever put pon di land
Buju lovin' unno from head dung to foot bottom
But some man ah turn it wrong, where dem get that from?
Peter is not for Janet, Peter is for John
Suzette is not for Paul, Suzette is for Ann
Where the bumbaclaat dem get dat from?
Here come the deejay name Buju Banton
Come fi straighten yuh talk (Boom b-boom boom)

[Hook]
It's like boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
Rude bwoy nah promote no nasty man, dem haffi dead
Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
Rude bwoy nah promote no nasty man, dem haffi dead

[Verse 3]
Cah me say dis is not ah bargain
Me say dis is not ah deal
Guy come near we then his skin must peel
Burn him up bad like ah old tire wheel
Gwaan buju banton yu tough

[Hook]
Me say boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
Rude bwoy nah promote no batty man, dem haffi dead
Boom bye bye inna batty guy head
Rude bwoy nah promote no batty man-
Hear what now!

I'd be drying up, nearly bone
Alone in the lack
Veins slack as empty hose
Hand like a crumpled newborn foal
Stumbling towards a need
Too undefined to feed—
The negative of the silhouette
Of a dock crane backlit at sunset
Gasping for exit through unknown air
If I wasn't when I am

brainlet post

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I once knew a nigga
Who's real name was william
His primary concern was making a million

The delivery was just perfect

All the best vocalists (especially old school reggae artists and trap rappers) know they importance of word sounds and ad libs. It's strange to listen to this song and think that someone actually made those sounds with their mouths. Like in man's not hot, by big shaq, where he does that ad lib section "de ting goes skrrrt", that really exemplifies what I'm talking about. Once you realize that every song you hear ACTUALLY had to be recorded by a vocalist, stuff like lil wayne, buju banton and drake become 20000x more appreciable just because you realize that those sounds were all made by human beings speaking. It's easier to understand if you try it yourself, try singing the song you posted anywhere near the quality of the original and realize the man was gifted with an entertaining voice and knew how to write for it.

Macarthur's Park is melting in the dark
all the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
and I'll never have the recipe again

if you honestly believe that, then you're retarded. songs are poetry put to music you child.

Bob Dylan is brilliant.

There is a rusty light on the pines tonight, sun pouring wine, Lord, or marrow
Into the bones of the birches, and the spires of the churches, jutting out from the shadow
And the yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks, and the bale, and the barrow
And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope in the mouth of the south below

Ironic post

>t. bourgeoise battyman trying to intellectualize shit that isn't meant to be intellectualized