1st of all it is garbage and requires little to no talent.

2nd it all sounds exactly the same.

Worst of all it glorifies degeneracy. Would never let my kids listen to rap. Srs

Just reggae music then eh.

idk about your first two reasons but the degen part is enough for me. probably the single biggest non governmental reason the black community is a **** show in a lot of ways

I like some rap, but have you ever listened to purely rap for like 2-3 months on end? I immediately have to binge my 90s rock, Tool, 80s, 70s, Bluegrass, country, etc.

Its no different that realizing you really need to shower.

However, as long as you have the mental capacity to subside the obvious degeneracy of these guys, it can be a fun genre.

I cringe when beta kunts worry about what others listen to. I don't even know what you listen to but I'll assume its garbage

I use to agree until I realized every other genre is riddled with soy

It's fascinating how so many people like it when it isn't even one of the original kinds of music and promote pure degeneracy. It's almost like there is an agenda that caused this. I like a few rap albums but i rarely listen to it.

Not really a fan of rap but it's a massive genre of music so it's childish to just write off the entire thing. It's like saying "rock is just lame white-bread people wanking their guitars" and smirking like you've said something profound.

It's fair to say that 90% of rap is garbage but that's true of music in general or in fact the entire popular entertainment industry.

Huehehe

Some good hip hop always puts me in the zone before I hit another lick.

Only criminalmaxxers will know the feels of being able to relate to rap lyrics.

You could say that about any music.

That’s why I listen to it all with no limits

Let me guess your slow with no flow, and your mind cant process more than 8 words a second?

Buncha unawares in this thread

ed sheeran? wtf is that cross eyed bird nest haired ******* doing here, this is a rap thread

prog is the genre for us superior music nerds

negged for possession of a peanut brain

Try this OP, it doesnt fit your description of rap music



Hip hop/rap is a very diverse genre and in the early days it was all about partying and having fun. Not all about degenerecy and stereotypes

It's not the genre for me either, but your post is literally just "Old man yelling at music he doesn't like".
Let people enjoy wtf they like, and lmao at the music causing the decline of any community.

Music causes decline of communities the same way video games create school shooters.

Spoiler!



Here is something you might like. It's rap, but it's by a white jewish guy with a wholesome message about being responsible with money.

Lol! Now i see whats going on ITT

OP has clearly never been to a pre-game, house party, or a club.

-artist thinks of a song
-Go into the studio makes a beat
-think of someone who can sell records and get them to sing to the beat






This is how both rap and boy bands get made.

Not a fan of rap but this will always be the GOAT..

It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a *** hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so seditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say "You want some more?"
Livin' on a see-saw
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover ***
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PobrSpMwKk4

Focus on getting laid first, can't have kids if you can't get laid.

We're not against rap. We're not against rappperzuh. But we are against those thugs, thugs, thugs...

It’s da thuggish ruggish boooone

this you op