First Hip Hop Recording

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hahahahahah You guys are all super funny. My main point is that you need a team of professionals to work on the music to make it sound like all the famous rap acts. Back in the 80s when they started rap it was OK for it to sound underground and raw, but these days when you have every idiot wanna be pud pulling studio gangster telling the same old story over and over again, it's obviouslly not ok anymore. No one wants to hear any more shit from the rap community, because you guys have used and abused it to the point of it all just being a huge puddle of shit.

You really can not improve, innovate, expand, or pioneer rap music any further. It's been maxed out and it's not the most technical or creative genre. You may be able to make a rap song that sounds decent, but it'll just be another drop in the shit bucket because like I've been saying EVERYONE has already been doing the EXACT SAME THING...

Good luck to you, good buddy...

I don't listen to radio music. So, if you think Nickleback is rock and you love it, have fun, I guess lol.
 
dude, you take it all a bit too serious :)


rap is music as much as anything else is...it has quality stuff it has shit stuff


signed

the rap advocate :D
 
:)


i fucking hate this 10 character shite and why cant i just post :D



nazi germany started this way :mad:


which was always a good place for a laugh...bring on nazi Germany


hurrah!
 
To say that rap music cannot be improved or innovated is to say that all music has reached it's pinnacle and is now in a downward decline. (which may actually be true given all the crap that is out there these days) I could say that by the time the 80's rolled around, all rock music was shit and today it is continuing on that course of shittiness. Of course, I know of great rock music that is current, just like there is good hip-hop.

Musically rap may not usually be very intricate, but that right there is one department in which rap has the opportunity for growth. Just because you personally cannot foresee rap being taken to a new level, doesn't mean that some guy out in the sticks can't come out with some brilliant and original new style of hip-hop. After all, isn't rap just poetry at it's essence? (im not talking about commercial rap here, it certainly is not poetry) but to say that rap cannot be innovated is to say that every good poem has been written. People should just stop writing poetry because it's all been done. While we're at it, we all might as well just stop making all art entirely, because every piece of artwork has already been made

I agree 100% that commercial rap sucks, is just nonsense, non-art, and a repetition of worthless ideas made solely to come off as "hard", but because the world is stuck in this ignorant rap coma, it seems like no one even wants to progress. Maybe rap as a genre must be killed, so that hip-hop2.0 can be born and embraced by all those that rap has scarred.
 
okay, first off i know i'm new here and don't have the credibility to really speak, but take what i say as you will.

Rap is as much music as any other, and actually has helped to expand other genres of music and bridge the gap between them (i.e. linkin park and Jay-z collaboration). Also, many major hip-hop, which is different from the commercial garbage you hear about the clubs and all, has helped to keep many 'real musicians' afloat. Jay-z, eminem, and all these major rap cats use 'real musicians' to record and preform drums, keys, adlib vocals, bells, etc.

And to go off what Jilewis said, rap is basically poetry set to a beat. A form of expression; i am both a rapper and a poet. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but i have been awarded several national, state, and regional poetry awards. I know poetry and i know rap. And honestly, rap has helped me to take my poetry to the next level and vis versa. I record a lot of main stream garbage because i like to, its fun getting over a beat and fucking with the lyrics to brag about yourself and using the best worplay, metaphors, and similes you can while staying on beat. I have alot of deep stuff written, but i do what i like because i like it. On top of this, i also play the trumpet, drums, piano, and a bit of sax. I mean i guess i'm not a real musician though because i like to listen to and record main stream rap.

And one last note, i mean all these noobs on here, like myself, just flood the site with shit asking for help- i do agree they should research for themselves before asking- just are a pain right? because Picasso didn't start out drawing pictures in the sand, and Bach or Beethoven didn't dabble with music because they enjoyed it.
 
omg...explaining rap is actually worse than liking shit rap...


suddenly ive started hating hip hop you miserable pricks :)




stfu and go listen to a gangstar album :D
 
okay, first off i know i'm new here and don't have the credibility to really speak, but take what i say as you will.

Rap is as much music as any other, and actually has helped to expand other genres of music and bridge the gap between them (i.e. linkin park and Jay-z collaboration). Also, many major hip-hop, which is different from the commercial garbage you hear about the clubs and all, has helped to keep many 'real musicians' afloat. Jay-z, eminem, and all these major rap cats use 'real musicians' to record and preform drums, keys, adlib vocals, bells, etc.

And to go off what Jilewis said, rap is basically poetry set to a beat. A form of expression; i am both a rapper and a poet. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but i have been awarded several national, state, and regional poetry awards. I know poetry and i know rap. And honestly, rap has helped me to take my poetry to the next level and vis versa. I record a lot of main stream garbage because i like to, its fun getting over a beat and fucking with the lyrics to brag about yourself and using the best worplay, metaphors, and similes you can while staying on beat. I have alot of deep stuff written, but i do what i like because i like it. On top of this, i also play the trumpet, drums, piano, and a bit of sax. I mean i guess i'm not a real musician though because i like to listen to and record main stream rap.

And one last note, i mean all these noobs on here, like myself, just flood the site with shit asking for help- i do agree they should research for themselves before asking- just are a pain right? because Picasso didn't start out drawing pictures in the sand, and Bach or Beethoven didn't dabble with music because they enjoyed it.

Summary please, beeeyatch.
 
Especially with Greg L around, he seems to find every post there is about hip-hop to make sure that people know he doesn't like it.

Greg L and Foul Phil are referring to is not rap.
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WTF are you talking about? I didn't say anything about rap. I said something about DJ's. Get over yourself before I have my homies bust a cap in yo bitch ass, foo.
 
oh and how DJs are not real musicians? Is a pianist a musician? What if you put that pianist behind a midi keyboard? Not a musician anymore, I guess.

Totally inappropriate simile.
 
IF rap is poetry and poetry is art through allegory simile and literary mechanincs can one of you hip hop geniuses decode this gem for me.

Thanks.


Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
watch me roll
watch me crank dat soulja boy
Then superman dat hoe
Now watch me do
(crank dat soulja boy)
now watch me do
(crank dat soulja boy)
now watch me do
(crank dat soulja boy)
now watch me do
(crank dat soulja boy)

Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me lean and watch me rock
Superman dat hoeThen watch me crank dat robocop
super fresh now watch me jock
jocking on them haterz man
When I do dat soulja boy
I lean to the left and crank dat dance
(now you)
I'm jocking on yo bitch ass
and if we get the fightin
then I'm jockin on yo bitch ass
you catch me at yo local party
yes I crank it everyday
haterz get mad cuz
"I got me some bathin apes"

I'm bouncin on my toe
watch me supersoak dat hoe
I'ma pass it to arab
then he gon pass it to the low
(low)
haterz wanna be me
Soulja boy, I'm the man
They be lookin at my neck
sayin it's the rubberband man (man)
watch me do it (watch me do it)
dance (dance)
Let get to it (let get to it)
Nope, you cant do it like me
Hoe, so dont do it like me
Folk, I see you tryna do it like me
Man, that shit was ugly

Soulja boy off in this hoe
watch me crank it
watch me roll
watch me crank dat soulja boy
Then superman dat hoe
now watch me do
(crank dat soulja boy)
now watch me do
(crank dat soulja boy)
now watch me do
(crank dat soulja boy)
now watch me do
(crank dat soulja boy)

I'm to clean off this hoe
watch me crank it
watch me roll
watch me crank dat roosavelt
and supersoak dat hoe
(x10)

I'm to fresh up in this bitch
watch me shuffle
watch me jig
watch me crank my shoulder work
superman that bitch

Soulja boy off in this hoe
watch me crank it
watch me roll
watch me crank dat soulja boy
then superman that hoe
now watch me do
(crank dat soulja boy)
now watch me do
(crank dat soulja boy)
now watch me do
(crank dat soulja boy)
now watch me do
(crank dat soulja boy)
 
^^lmao you would use soulja fag as an example. Look up some Nas and then ask again.

Hip hop used to be about meaning, and then the radio took over. Anyone who thinks or uses soulja boy as an example of hip hop does not know it enough to judge.
 
well....

i don't really like rap or hippty hop but...

Deltron - Virus

I wanna devise a virus
To bring dire straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
I want to make a super virus
Strong enough to cause blackouts in every single metropolis
Cuz they dont wanna unify us
So fuck it total anarchy
Can't nobody stop us

You see late in the evening
Fucked up on my computer and my mind starts roaming
I create like a heathen
The first cycles of this virus I can send through a modem
Infiltration hits your station
No microsoft or enhanced dos will impede
Society thinks thier safe when
Bingo! harddrive crashes from the rendering
Alot of hackers tryed virus's before
Vaporize your text like so much white out
I want it where a file replication is a chore
Lights out shut down the entire whitehouse
I dont want just a bug that could be corrected
Im erecting immaculate design
Break the nation down section by section
Even to the greatest minds its impossible to find

I wanna devise a virus
to bring dire straits to your environment
crush your corporations with a mild touch
trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus

I want to develop a super virus

Better by far then that old y 2 k
This 3030 the time of global unification break right through they
terminals, burn em all
Slaves to silicon
Curupt politicians with leaders and thier keywords
F.B.I and spys stealin bombs
Decipitate thier plans in thier face and catch the fever
Everybody loot the stores get your caned goods
Even space stations are having a hard time
Beast keeepers seek to take our manhood
Which results in the form of global aparthied
Ghettos are trash dumps with gas pumps
Exploding and burnt out since before the great union
The last punks walk around like masked monks
Ready to manipulate the data base and break through em
Human rights come in a hudreth place
Mass production has always been number one
New Earth has become a repungnent place
So its time to spread the fear and the thunder some

I wanna devise a virus
to bring dire straits to your environment
crush your corporations with a mild touch
trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus

I wanna devise a virus
to bring dire straits to your environment
crush your corporations with a mild touch
trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
 
also...

i love rock music but some times... ugh! i think i just puked a little


dl - sugar

Step inside, walk this way
You and me babe, hey hey!

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
(Your man, hey, hey!)

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah

Come on! Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet, yeah

Listen, red light, yellow light, green light, go
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up
(Loosen up)
I loosen up

You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more
Easy operator come a-knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah yeah
Give a little more

Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me, oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet, yeah

You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cause I'm hot, so hot, sticky sweet
(Hot!)
From my head, my head to my feet
(Head!)
Do you take sugar, one lump or two?

Take a bottle, take a bottle
Shake it up, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Break it up

Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me, oh, I can't get enough
Pour some sugar on me, oh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me, get it, come get it
Pour your sugar on me, ooh
Pour some sugar on me, yeah
Sugar me
 
but...

but most of the time rock music can have decent lyrics...


What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn my piss to wine.

They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.

Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again now.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again now.

I am too connected to you
To slip away, fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,

Considerately killing me.
Considerately killing me.
Considerately killing me.
Considerately killing me.
Without the skin here,
Beneath the storm.
Under these tears now,
The walls came down.

And as the snake is drowned
And as I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down
And as I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
(I don't mind)
I don't mind.
I don't mind.
I don't mind.

I am too connected to you
To slip away, fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,

Considerately killing me.
Considerately killing me and
Considerately killing me.
 
just recorded one of my friends rapping to a beat he wanted to do, so here goes nothing.

https://www.youtube.com/locomotionmusicisill

Please dont flame, its not me rapping. I just recorded it.

Constructed Critism would be appreciated though! :)

Hey, not sure you'll come back to this thread, but...

I didn't think it was that bad for your first attempt. Really kind of dark overall and the vocals aren't as clear as they should be. If you can work on the vocals to bring more clarity in terms of diction it would help a great deal. This guy's going along at a pretty good tempo (which is more common now I guess? - I'm more used to early - mid '90's styles where they weren't trying to cram quite so many words in there), and each word really needs to pop. Here the words kind of jumble together at times. Maybe some compression might help, but I think it goes beyond that. Given the equipment you used it seems to be a fair starting point though.

It's a shame it is shortened and that you used youtube as the audio is unreliable there.

Not sure why this was in the Marketing forum? Yes, the clinic is not all that receptive to hip hop, but hard to get less love than you did here...
 
Totally inappropriate simile.

Yes I suppose it is, maybe I should have been more clear; by DJ I didn't mean the guy who presses play at the radio station, because no, that DJ is not necessarily a musician. By DJ I was referring to the production side of hip-hop. Think DJ Shadow, Cut Chemist, 10,000 Hobos, that type of DJ, or any producer for that matter. So what I was meaning was, are they not musicians because they are making hip-hop? Or are they not musicians because they don't use traditional instruments?

IF rap is poetry and poetry is art through allegory simile and literary mechanincs can one of you hip hop geniuses decode this gem for me.

:laughings::laughings::laughings::laughings::laughings::laughings::laughings:


WTF are you talking about? I didn't say anything about rap. I said something about DJ's. Get over yourself before I have my homies bust a cap in yo bitch ass, foo.

Greg, my man, relax, violence never solved anything. I was suggesting that anytime you refer to hip-hop in any way, you are referring to the crap side because you don't know any better. I was going to try to find an example from another one of your posts, but while I was skimming through your post list I was simply amazed by your legacy here on HR instead. You seem to offer little more than negative remarks which seem to gain you nothing more than some strange satisfaction from the responses of others to those remarks. This, coupled with the frequency of your posts, leads me to believe that you must be a lonely ol' rocker in the real world with nothing to do. Don't worry though, I'm willing to look past that and offer you my friendship still. We could do a super-badass-pissed-at-the-world punk song together. I was in a punk band once when I was 12, we played fast but we had to break up because we couldn't afford all the hairgel to keep our mohawks stiff. How do you do it? Maybe we could make a rap song together? Like I said before, I know you have that secret desire to be a rapper. Maybe you're not ready for that yet? It's ok, you can just call me if you need someone to talk to. Or you can just post after me if you need another screenname to argue with. :o
 
Greg, my man, relax, violence never solved anything. I was suggesting that anytime you refer to hip-hop in any way, you are referring to the crap side because you don't know any better. I was going to try to find an example from another one of your posts, but while I was skimming through your post list I was simply amazed by your legacy here on HR instead. You seem to offer little more than negative remarks which seem to gain you nothing more than some strange satisfaction from the responses of others to those remarks. This, coupled with the frequency of your posts, leads me to believe that you must be a lonely ol' rocker in the real world with nothing to do. Don't worry though, I'm willing to look past that and offer you my friendship still. We could do a super-badass-pissed-at-the-world punk song together. I was in a punk band once when I was 12, we played fast but we had to break up because we couldn't afford all the hairgel to keep our mohawks stiff. How do you do it? Maybe we could make a rap song together? Like I said before, I know you have that secret desire to be a rapper. Maybe you're not ready for that yet? It's ok, you can just call me if you need someone to talk to. Or you can just post after me if you need another screenname to argue with. :o

Summary please.
 
but most of the time rock music can have decent lyrics....

Exactly my point.

People tend to generalize. I beleive someone generalized by saying rap.

Well come on guys... Soulja Boy is rap. By textbook definition it is rap. Perhaps to a passionate fan or roots artist it is not rap or hip hop... but it has al lthe elements of roots core rap.

I listen to a fair bit of hip hop and rap. And i find Sage Francis and Buck 65 to have the poetic aspect down to skilled science more so then NAS or many other, shall we say, Urban acts.


Speaking of course in terms that by poetic we use the text book definition itself.

Just becasue something rhymes doesn't rightly make it poetry.
 
Summary please.

Have you ever had that feeling that you're not quite sure where you fit in? You're not exactly a child any more, so you don't do kids' things. You're not really an adult, although you wouldn't mind having a go at some grown-up things. And everyone else in your class, and especially your older brother, seems to be managing much better than you are. In fact, sometimes you feel as though you're doing so badly you hardly belong to the human race at all!

That's how Greg feels. His family have recently moved to a new district, and on the new school bus there's a girl called Sara. Greg catches her eye and they exchange a few glances, but his brother, Ben, casually falls into conversation with her, laughing and joking. Ben sits with Sara on the bus while Greg skulks at the back. Greg still thinks Sara might be looking at him more than his brother, but Ben is outshining him.

So Greg doesn't seem terribly concerned when he wakes up one morning to discover that he has actually turned into a caterpillar. Let's face it, he's been feeling as if he might as well be one for some time:

Then Greg made another surprising discovery: somewhere around the place where he didn't have arms, things were moving all the same. Not just two of them, but six! They were short and they had no joints, but he could move them: not singly, only in pairs. They were nothing like as - well, as handy as hands, but they obviously had their uses. And the harder Greg concentrated on these new physical sensations, the more discoveries he made. There were several movable items down on the lower part of his long body too - rather short, stumpy excrescences arranged in pairs, two of them at the very far end.

Greg tried counting, but he wasn't sure: sometimes he thought he had twelve of these excrescences, another time he made it as many as sixteen.

Then he gave up counting, because other things were happening in the house. The front door slammed twice in quick succession. Footsteps hurried up the stairs, and he heard the door handle being rattled.

'Greg, do wake up! What's the matter? You never usually lock your door! Open it this minute!'

This was getting complicated. Look at it one way, and Greg was feeling quite at home in his peculiar new physical state. Look at it another, and he was in real trouble with his mother.

Well, everyone in the family has to learn how to live with the fact that Greg has turned into a rather obnoxious lump with strange personal habits. His mother tries to be understanding, and brings him lots of lovely vegetables, his favourite food. His father wavers between sympathy and downright disgust. Ben thinks it's hilarious, most of the time, except when he has to muck out Greg's room!

It's really a story within a story. You will have to read the book to find out how Greg the caterpillar becomes a TV personality, and how he becomes the subject of some rather suspect genetic research. But that is really all just playing around with the caterpillar idea. The other part of the story is how Greg overcomes his terrible self-consciousness sufficiently to talk to Sara himself, at which point he manages to resume his human shape once more. Welcome back to the human race, Greg!

This story has been told before. About one hundred years ago Franz Kafka wrote a short story for adults called Metamorphosis. In that story a young man, also called Gregor, woke up one morning to find that he had turned into a gigantic insect:

He was lying on his hard, as it were armour-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see his dome-like brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which the bed-quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his eyes.

Unlike Greg the caterpillar, though, this Gregor takes no pleasure in his insect form. In fact, he never overcomes his feelings of alienation from the rest of the human race and eventually dies a sad and lonely death.

I think you'll enjoy Greg by Dirk Walbrecker. It's a neatly-told story, and really quite funny. If you're interested, and if you are an older reader, you might like to compare it with Kafka's Metamorphosis. See how the two authors use the same basic ideas to come up with two completely different stories.
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Nat, girl, age 16, from United Kingdom, on 15th July 2005. Rating: 9/10

This story is a fascinating read. It'll depress you! It's also funny in places, read this!
 
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