Bone Thugs n Harmony, they keep everything real. You can actually listen to their music, relate and draw inspiration - what I feel is the true meaning of music.
Some art (that's what it is) from them that I enjoy:
If you can relate to any rappers, who might they be? Don't say Kanye West.
I don't like rap, but one of the few rappers I can respect.
I still find his single do4love amazing even after all these years. Live in peace 2pac.
I've been a fan of Marshal Matters and Linkin Park (Mike Shinoda) for YEARS!
Eminem was an inspiration back when I was living very poor in a poor neighbourhood. Every time I hear one of his songs, no matter which one, reminds me from where he came and where he is now, and it gives me motivation to try to do something big - nothing is impossible.
Mike Shinoda is just a great artist whether it's music or art. I admire him because he's a hard worker and good person.
(here's a part of the Remember The Name song by Fort Minor):
Eminem was an inspiration back when I was living very poor in a poor neighbourhood. Every time I hear one of his songs, no matter which one, reminds me from where he came and where he is now, and it gives me motivation to try to do something big - nothing is impossible.
Mike Shinoda is just a great artist whether it's music or art. I admire him because he's a hard worker and good person.
(here's a part of the Remember The Name song by Fort Minor):
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
The beastie boys were certainly unique at the time, being some white kids to pull off rap.
Ice T is a tv star today, but he started out from the bottom.
Easy E just had that street feel to it.
I grew up in Michigan. Eminem is Detroits rap story, but I grew up closer to Kid Rock. I thought it was cool where Kid started from, and sorry to see where he has ended up today. I can drive to Eminem's house in less than an hour, or drop by Kid Rock's old hood in 30 minutes. I remember the rap wars of East coast vs West coast, I am EAST SIDE all the way!
I only listen to the old stuff 1980's- 1990's.
Ice T
"Thats how I am livin'"
Ice T is a tv star today, but he started out from the bottom.
Easy E just had that street feel to it.
I grew up in Michigan. Eminem is Detroits rap story, but I grew up closer to Kid Rock. I thought it was cool where Kid started from, and sorry to see where he has ended up today. I can drive to Eminem's house in less than an hour, or drop by Kid Rock's old hood in 30 minutes. I remember the rap wars of East coast vs West coast, I am EAST SIDE all the way!
I only listen to the old stuff 1980's- 1990's.
Ice T
"Thats how I am livin'"
DNRI was born in New Jersey, I said it before
But I guess nobody heard me, my mother died young
No sistas or brothas, I was the only son
When I was twelve my pops died too
What a brotha was supposed to do?
They sent me out West to live with my aunt
I guess they thought it was the best
But there was no love there growin' with no moms
I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum
The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom
I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A.
Didn't have no friends to trust
Got busted to a school
Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool
But in high school I changed
Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game
I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly
I hooked up with a new crew
Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do
You might call it a gang but we called it a set
And it was our own thang, the whole school was down
And one way or another everybody fucked around
Whether hardcore or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot
That's how I'm livin'
I did three years in and made close friends
Havin' no love my homies came my only
I was glad, a family I never had
But I grew up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant
Needin' cash, I had to change my style
Switched from bangin' to hustlin'
No more goin' buck wild had to get a cash flow
But my hustle was weak, it was a no go
I join the army, four years in that shit
Be all fucked you can be, came back to the hood
My homies had done good, had elevated their game
About 100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame
Passed for the jewels
Baby sledgehammers were the tools
I speak on this with a hesitation
Even though it passed the statue of limitation
I checked the bank
Bought a Porsche and gear, earned high street rank
But as I grew my whole crew fell through
Cops had us on the books as interstate crooks
Murder robbery rape escape, the whole damn nine
You robbed a nigga blind
I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose
I was intreagued with the pimp game
Took on the ice-name but the pimp game moved too slow
Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough
In one night late I was in a car wreck
And I was lucky to escape
Hospital for ten weeks, in bed almost dead
And when I got well, I got caught in a cross
And got locked in a jail cell
That's how I'm livin'
They cut me loose and I had to change troops
This time they didn't catch me
Next time they'll stretch me
'Cause my time was gettin' short
All my homies was in court
Or locked in a hole, this shit was gettin' old
So I changed my life
Put down the gun and picked up the mic
It took ten years to get from there to here
But I still keep a gun, cops got me on the run
And they hate me more now than they ever did before
My homies came back from pen and we all worked together
True friends but every once and while
Some punk mistakes me as a junk
And he gets in my face, wrong mothafuckin' place
And I ain't lyin', that's how you dyin'
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He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning. He reveals deep and hidden things; he knows what lies in Darkness, and Light dwells with him.
He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning. He reveals deep and hidden things; he knows what lies in Darkness, and Light dwells with him.
