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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The way the old lay, weak, it's difficult to make out the words they say, sometimes they speak nonsense and mumble away, but somedays they are okay, acting more like themselves from back in the day, yet still with less than they once had, and for them the best days have turned sad. This is how I see hip hop now, unrecognisable in it's current appearance, transforming with age but yet somehow, a small few prevent its total disappearance. The lesser artist of yesteryears old skool, would rule today over the best artists of the new school, 'cus todays artists are refused by all, their rubbish has become the usual, and rubbish is being kind, it's ear abuse and awful. Even if the bar went up to high, there is no excuse for the lack of good songs they provide, I'd long for a new Red and Meth to buy, and I don't care for the Eminem vs 2Pac divide, I listen to both 'cus otherwise I'd be denied. Rappers used to open the hole in their face, they didn't sound like their jaw was tied by a brace, you could hear the words regardless of the pace, they never used languages found in outer space. Today it's a disgrace, stumbling along in Arabic, and grunting like some sort of dying asthmatic, there's no talent here just a bunch of spastics, and it's tragic how the whole song stack lacks a classic. Rap used to be about verbal accounts, rap was about the way words were pronounced, then out pounced murmuring sounds of toddler playgrounds and this bulls.... mumble was found. Using commercial beats made to tap feet, so you don't hear the retard trying to speak, shouting out in anger all big and bad, which I get 'cus if I couldn't talk I'd be mad. Old skool rappers on crack, have verbal skills that new school rappers lack. This mumble is pitifully weak at the peak, dipsticks with dick lipstick forging a beat. So has hip hop died, hmmm not yet, but it seems destined in time.
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