Rap is Crap: Little Artistry, Much Damage

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Many people can associate songs with a boyfriend or girlfriend from decades ago. They can remember what they were doing at the time a song was popular. Indeed, tuneful, melodic songs can evoke powerful. Indeed, the tunes you listened to as a youth serve as memory hooks – emotional markers that highlighted the times of your life. Most of us can recall a favorite song if not several from our school years, recite the verses, and reassemble distant, pleasant memories.

Flash forward to today: What will children have to recall, musically, as they make their way through the long decades ahead? Clever, lowbred lines from Nicky Manaj, DaBaby, Lil Wayne, Polo G, Rakim, or Lil Uzi Vert? Will anybody hum their ‘tunes’? Will such works play at anyone’s wedding?

What are the chances that two friends meet 20 or 30 years hence and reminisce over a rap song? Are the clamorous, pounding, obnoxious verses likely to invoke memories to carry to the end of one’s days?

As I wrote two weeks ago, to prove how mindless and how little creativity rap music requires, I penned eight “songs.” It only takes about 6 to 8 minutes for each: no significant artistry required! Here is another one of them, ‘cleaned up’ intensely:

They Asked Me (cleaned-up version)
by Jeff Davidson

They asked me how I knew my rap words were true
“Fools” thought I, “they’re without a clue”
words like these don’t take no thought
just write ‘em down and get’em bought

Come in angry, stack the deck
Impress the suits and get check.
If the lyrics suck, hell what the heck?

They ask me how I knew, my rap words were true…
F___ this sh__, no one knows, ‘specially you.
Words like these don’t come so hard
no rules of grammar, no white man’s guard

Come in loud, stomp like Shrek
scare the stiff, break their neck
if the money’s good what the heck.

They told me I’m gonna go far
surrounded by pussy, I’m going be a star.
Words like mine rake in the big dollar
all the more when you cuss and holler
makes him squeam — the man with collar

Come in hostile show your fangs
shock the shysters with the little wangs
ain’t no doubt, there’s strength in gangs

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Jeff Davidson

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Jeff Davidson is an author for NRN. He's the world's only holder of the title "The Work-Life Balance Expert®" as awarded by the US Patent and Trademark Office. He is the premier thought leader on work-life balance, integration, and harmony. Davidson speaks to organizations that seek to enhance their overall productivity by improving the effectiveness of their people. He is the author of Breathing Space, Simpler Living, Dial it Down, and Everyday Project Management. Visit www.BreathingSpace.com for more information on Jeff Davidson's keynote speeches and seminars, including: Managing the Pace with Grace® * Achieving Work-Life Balance™ * Managing Information and Communication Overload®