De noe irriterende, men Gud saa interesante, reisebrevene fra Unge Aahlin - Part Madrid
Vel, kjaere reiselesere... Lenge siden sist! Ganske lenge siden jeg har skrevet noe saerlig i det hele tatt, egentlig.. De siste seks mnd. har jeg ligget i en komalingnende situasjon. Jeg har stort sett drukket, spist og sovet siden jeg satt i den lille cella mi i Israel for ca 6 mnd siden. Jeg har selvfolgelig(?) studert og jobbet og saan ogsaa, men det teller liksom ikke.
Jeg er i Madrid naa, startpunktet for denne usansynlige daarlige ideen. (Ja, ogsaa i min verden er dette en relativt daarlig idee...) Som de fleste viktige ideene og aktivitetene i mitt liv startet det med et vanlig toalettbesok. Det er naar man kjenner lukten av sin egen avforing at man vet hvem man er og det er i stunder man vet hvem man er at man kan ta viktige avgjorelser. (Fór aa si det litt barnslig men akk saa sant...) Avgjorelsen min denne dagen var aa flytte inn hos Andreas, Lars og Ola, betale husleie til dem med glede og humor, spare 25 000 av stipendet paa 40 000, booke et fly til Senegal og reise derfra videre til Egypt, via Mauritania, Vest-Sahara, Marokko, Algerie, Tunisia og Liberia. Dette er en daarlig idee paa saa alt for mange nivaaer, jeg skal komme tilbake til noen av dem i senere mail, men her er et par av grunnene: Jeg har ikke spart mer enn 15 000, og denne reiseruta er, diplomatisk sagt, umulig for en singel backpacker... Saa reiseruta er litt forandret, men den er fortsatt mer enn vanskelig nok, det er ikke det det skal staa paa. (reiseruta altsaa.)
Uansett, grunnene til at jeg reiser er mange og kompliserte, fantastisk kompliserte.
1. Jeg har ingen jobb, leilighet eller studieplass.
2.Det er kaldt i Norge naa.
3. Det snor sporadisk. Noe som er deprimerende av to grunner: Det minner meg paa hvor mye jeg hater sno og det viser at noe helt tydelig er galt med klimaet.
4. Klimaet viser at vi er i ferd med aa bevege oss mot en dommedag. Da jeg ikke stoler paa noen av verdensreligionene maa jeg oppsoke en eller annen lokal stamme med en lokal religion for aa laere hva jeg maa gjore naar den dagen kommer. (Jeg ville helst besoke noen indianere, men de er alle dode, alkoholikere eller casinoeiere...)
5. Jeg har ikke vaert i Afrika siden jeg var 5 aar.
6. Det er varmt i Afrika (se punkt 2)
7. Jeg faar alltid masse oppmerksomhet naar jeg reiser et sted.
8. Jeg er glad i oppmerksomhet (se punkt 7)
9. Jeg skal skrive bok.
10. Boka skal selge millioner av eksemplarer, saan at jeg kan pensjonere meg. (dere vet at jeg fortjener saapas.)
11. Jeg har lyst paa en unge (nyttaarsforsett). Jeg vet at sannsynligheten for at jeg faar en unge i Afrika er veldig liten, men det maa uansett vaere bedre odds enn i Norge der det har vaer tnull interesse for aa gi fra seg nyfodte babyer til undertegnede. (nei, jeg har ikke spurt noen... konklusjoner trukket ut fra livserfaringer idiotar!) Vel, jeg tror det er paa tide at jeg avslutter. For aa svare paa sporsmaalet sikert flest lurer paa: Har du egentlig mott noen da Audun? Hmm, nei... Nei, jeg har vel egentlig ikke det..
Mvh
Audun Kjus Aahlin
lørdag, januar 27, 2007
fredag, januar 19, 2007
tirsdag, januar 02, 2007
Godt nyttår! Vi skal komme tilbake med en oppsummering av det relativt ålreite 2006 senere, men nå er det på tide å avslutte min alt for lange liste over årets 90 beste amerikanske rap-låter! Til min, og sikkert alle andre som kjenner min musikksmak, store overraskelse dominerer sørstatene topp-10 av denne listen. Seks av 10 plasseringer er fra det dirty south, inkludert alle de fire første plassene! Men, nå skal jeg slutte å pine deres tålmodighet: Her er årets ti beste amerikanske rap-låter!
10. Cunninlynguist - Nothing to Give
Den beste låta fra årets skive.
9. Lupe Fiasco feat. Jill Scott - Daydreamin'
Food & Liquor vil for min del huskes som både noe negativt og positivt. Negativt fordi produksjonen ikke er verdig Lupes talent. Positivt fordi musikkverdens nye lyriske stjerne endelig har gjort sin innmarsj Få har så vanvittige tekster som Fiasco, og få musikere, i hvert fall rappere, har et så reflektert verdenssyn. Daydreamin’ er et tidløst stykke musikk, men jeg tror at dette bare er begynnelsen av hva han vil vise.
Men, han bør snarest lære å holde armene sine i ro…
8. Ludacris - War with God“How many times is you gon rap about busting your gun
How many times is you gon trap without busting your gun
Only shots you ever took were subliminal to the general
Disrespectin those doin real time with real criminals
And I ain't never did a day in my life
But it should be illegal to walk a day in my life
I paid the price and the cost to be the boss so you can rest your mouth
I'm universal, Luda never limits himself to the south
I give a damn about ya hootin and hollerin, and it ain't botherin ME
I hear you talkin but you ain't made it to THREE
You know where I live, but you ain't made it to ME
You ain't made nigga
I'm havin a house party, kid come get played nigga
You got played, my record label never jerked me
So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me
I feed off your energy, my powers with God
So it's even better if you make ya diss record real hard...”
7. Obie Trice - Cry Now
Obies suverent beste låt! Musikalsk perfeksjonisme. Obie Trice er egentlig en ganske undervurdert MC, synd at han har den bortkommene Eminem som produsent...
6. Busta Rhymes feat. Stevie Wonder - Been Through the Storm
Det er så breialt! Det er så stort! Det er så vidunderlig! Det er fuckings Stevie Wonder på hooket! Og det er Busta Rhymes med to av sine beste vers! Det kan nesten ikke bli bedre!
5. Nas feat. Jay-Z - Black Republican
Det er noe magisk i lufta ropte Tommy Tee (eller var det Herkules) første gang NRS spilte denne låta. Og selvfølgelig er det det. Det er tidenes kanskje to beste rappere sammen, imot alle odds, på en låt. Det er histories på linje med Waterloo, Oslo-avtalen, andre verdenskrig og henrettelsen av Saddam. Bare at dette er god historie. Lykkelig historie. Det er dette vi skal fortelle barnebarna våre om. Det er ikke så storartet som det kunne ha blitt, men det er nesten...
4. T.I. - What You Know
Årets banger. Årets beat. Ikke årets låt. Trenger jeg å skrive noe mer?
3. OutKast feat. Lil' Wayne & Snoop Dogg - Hollywood Divorce
Hvordan fikk man Lil’ Wayne til å rappe et slikt vers? Hvordan fikk man Snoop til å rappe om sin nylige skillsmisse? Viser denne låta kompleksiteten til Wayne og Snoop eller genialiteten til Outkast? Mest sannsynlig begge deler...
[Chorus]
Starts off like a small town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
And I'm a start
Yea, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
I really think they're stealin from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home
The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a darn country song
This whole country wrong
What would you write if you just put a little ice on
And cut your mic on
But you don't even write songs
But Hollywood make you spit like a python
I meant Cobra, I'm so not sober
I'm high like a Hollywood coffee or soda
You can call me a roller
Your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
What's the real sense of it?
Bling bling, I know
And did you know I'm the creator of the term
I just straightened the perm
Aint let it sit too long, they just makin it burn
And make a movie of our lifestyle
But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece
That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease
And I be's the little nigga
Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne
Don't make me nut
So that's why I got a pre-nup
I do
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Yeah, Yeah
A is for Adamsville
B is Bowen Homes
See if I give a fuck if you like me you know I don't
If she ain't got a good head on her leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song
D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb
She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer
But she keep comin back three stacks must be some crack
Put that pipe in her lap, she ain't know how to act
Now that I've got your undivided attention I'm
Gonna say this and run under condition one
Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball
Promise me you'll invest three fourths of it all
For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese
Can't get with it? Get get get get get on your knees
Cause wealth is the word
Rich is round the corner from the curb
Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
(Starts off)
Tenth grade, the way was pave for me and Dre. to create
Like Dr. Frankenstein the arts and crafts
Now could we make a difference
Antoine Patton and Andre Benjamin
Been jammin for you crabbing rap niggaz and journalists
That's quick to misprint public and private business
Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed
Part two the sequel all new 'Kast
Just ain't the same gang of nerds on the internet
Slanndering your name behind that screen name
They're lame and their life is pretty plain
M&M's with no nuts
Won't show up face-to-face straight bitch made
Like puppies on the nipples of a mutt
Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin to plot
Or these niggaz on the block who want the queen (Nigga please)
But even she can walk we'll miss her we ain't gon' fake it
But God don't make mistakes must be something bigger waiting
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
I do, love you but you hate me at the same time
Lights, camera, action, it's game time
Do you take this here as your lovely wife?
To love her and cherish her for all your life?
I solemnly swear to dare share take you there
And me and you together baby we a lucky pair
It's been a long time, we walked a thin line
Others say they got you but you been mine
As I sit back and watch all them cat fights
Domestic violence - is that right?
But you love the dogg, gave me the spotlight
And now I'm growin up, showin up, blowin up
I never ever thought that we would separate at all
But you played me like a game of football
Used to feed me, need me, dress me
Now it's so messy straight cut out and left me
[Andre 3000]
Hollywood divorce
All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But it's cool
We just keep it goin and make new shit
[Snoop Dogg]
Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame
And then they kick us to the curb that's a cold thang
2. Ludacris - Tell it Like it Is
Jeg merker jeg er ganske drittlei nå. Kjøp Release Therapy og finn ut selv hvorfor denne låta er så fantastisk bra...
1. Killer Mike - That's Life
Alle elsker en underdog! For hvem hadde forventet at Killer Mike, av alle, skulle toppe denne lista? At en mixtapes-låt skulle bli det beste amerikansk hiphop hadde å by på i 2006? Men, fy faen for noen linjer! Herregud for en stemning! Jeg vil ikke si noe mer, hør heller dette fantastiske verket:
http://xxlmag.com/online/?p=3575
Could we please have a moment of fucking honesty?
10. Cunninlynguist - Nothing to Give
Den beste låta fra årets skive.
9. Lupe Fiasco feat. Jill Scott - Daydreamin'
Food & Liquor vil for min del huskes som både noe negativt og positivt. Negativt fordi produksjonen ikke er verdig Lupes talent. Positivt fordi musikkverdens nye lyriske stjerne endelig har gjort sin innmarsj Få har så vanvittige tekster som Fiasco, og få musikere, i hvert fall rappere, har et så reflektert verdenssyn. Daydreamin’ er et tidløst stykke musikk, men jeg tror at dette bare er begynnelsen av hva han vil vise.
Men, han bør snarest lære å holde armene sine i ro…
8. Ludacris - War with God“How many times is you gon rap about busting your gun
How many times is you gon trap without busting your gun
Only shots you ever took were subliminal to the general
Disrespectin those doin real time with real criminals
And I ain't never did a day in my life
But it should be illegal to walk a day in my life
I paid the price and the cost to be the boss so you can rest your mouth
I'm universal, Luda never limits himself to the south
I give a damn about ya hootin and hollerin, and it ain't botherin ME
I hear you talkin but you ain't made it to THREE
You know where I live, but you ain't made it to ME
You ain't made nigga
I'm havin a house party, kid come get played nigga
You got played, my record label never jerked me
So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me
I feed off your energy, my powers with God
So it's even better if you make ya diss record real hard...”
7. Obie Trice - Cry Now
Obies suverent beste låt! Musikalsk perfeksjonisme. Obie Trice er egentlig en ganske undervurdert MC, synd at han har den bortkommene Eminem som produsent...
6. Busta Rhymes feat. Stevie Wonder - Been Through the Storm
Det er så breialt! Det er så stort! Det er så vidunderlig! Det er fuckings Stevie Wonder på hooket! Og det er Busta Rhymes med to av sine beste vers! Det kan nesten ikke bli bedre!
5. Nas feat. Jay-Z - Black Republican
Det er noe magisk i lufta ropte Tommy Tee (eller var det Herkules) første gang NRS spilte denne låta. Og selvfølgelig er det det. Det er tidenes kanskje to beste rappere sammen, imot alle odds, på en låt. Det er histories på linje med Waterloo, Oslo-avtalen, andre verdenskrig og henrettelsen av Saddam. Bare at dette er god historie. Lykkelig historie. Det er dette vi skal fortelle barnebarna våre om. Det er ikke så storartet som det kunne ha blitt, men det er nesten...
4. T.I. - What You Know
Årets banger. Årets beat. Ikke årets låt. Trenger jeg å skrive noe mer?
3. OutKast feat. Lil' Wayne & Snoop Dogg - Hollywood Divorce
Hvordan fikk man Lil’ Wayne til å rappe et slikt vers? Hvordan fikk man Snoop til å rappe om sin nylige skillsmisse? Viser denne låta kompleksiteten til Wayne og Snoop eller genialiteten til Outkast? Mest sannsynlig begge deler...
[Chorus]
Starts off like a small town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
And I'm a start
Yea, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
I really think they're stealin from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home
The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a darn country song
This whole country wrong
What would you write if you just put a little ice on
And cut your mic on
But you don't even write songs
But Hollywood make you spit like a python
I meant Cobra, I'm so not sober
I'm high like a Hollywood coffee or soda
You can call me a roller
Your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
What's the real sense of it?
Bling bling, I know
And did you know I'm the creator of the term
I just straightened the perm
Aint let it sit too long, they just makin it burn
And make a movie of our lifestyle
But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece
That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease
And I be's the little nigga
Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne
Don't make me nut
So that's why I got a pre-nup
I do
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Yeah, Yeah
A is for Adamsville
B is Bowen Homes
See if I give a fuck if you like me you know I don't
If she ain't got a good head on her leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song
D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb
She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer
But she keep comin back three stacks must be some crack
Put that pipe in her lap, she ain't know how to act
Now that I've got your undivided attention I'm
Gonna say this and run under condition one
Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball
Promise me you'll invest three fourths of it all
For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese
Can't get with it? Get get get get get on your knees
Cause wealth is the word
Rich is round the corner from the curb
Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
(Starts off)
Tenth grade, the way was pave for me and Dre. to create
Like Dr. Frankenstein the arts and crafts
Now could we make a difference
Antoine Patton and Andre Benjamin
Been jammin for you crabbing rap niggaz and journalists
That's quick to misprint public and private business
Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed
Part two the sequel all new 'Kast
Just ain't the same gang of nerds on the internet
Slanndering your name behind that screen name
They're lame and their life is pretty plain
M&M's with no nuts
Won't show up face-to-face straight bitch made
Like puppies on the nipples of a mutt
Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin to plot
Or these niggaz on the block who want the queen (Nigga please)
But even she can walk we'll miss her we ain't gon' fake it
But God don't make mistakes must be something bigger waiting
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
I do, love you but you hate me at the same time
Lights, camera, action, it's game time
Do you take this here as your lovely wife?
To love her and cherish her for all your life?
I solemnly swear to dare share take you there
And me and you together baby we a lucky pair
It's been a long time, we walked a thin line
Others say they got you but you been mine
As I sit back and watch all them cat fights
Domestic violence - is that right?
But you love the dogg, gave me the spotlight
And now I'm growin up, showin up, blowin up
I never ever thought that we would separate at all
But you played me like a game of football
Used to feed me, need me, dress me
Now it's so messy straight cut out and left me
[Andre 3000]
Hollywood divorce
All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But it's cool
We just keep it goin and make new shit
[Snoop Dogg]
Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame
And then they kick us to the curb that's a cold thang
2. Ludacris - Tell it Like it Is
Jeg merker jeg er ganske drittlei nå. Kjøp Release Therapy og finn ut selv hvorfor denne låta er så fantastisk bra...
1. Killer Mike - That's Life
Alle elsker en underdog! For hvem hadde forventet at Killer Mike, av alle, skulle toppe denne lista? At en mixtapes-låt skulle bli det beste amerikansk hiphop hadde å by på i 2006? Men, fy faen for noen linjer! Herregud for en stemning! Jeg vil ikke si noe mer, hør heller dette fantastiske verket:
http://xxlmag.com/online/?p=3575
Could we please have a moment of fucking honesty?
mandag, desember 25, 2006
Vi følger opp lista vår med låt 30 til 11 i vår fantastiske liste. Ellers vil jeg benytte annledningen til å ønske Joakim Paulsen god bedring. Håper du blir frisk igjen så uproblematisk og fort som mulig. Ellers, en god jul til alle våre lesere!
30. The Game feat. Busta Rhymes – Doctor’s Advocate
Nuhhh skriver i siste Kingsize at man skulle tro at noen hadde skrevet teksten for Game på denne låta, noe jeg må si meg helt enig i... Det er i hvert fall første gang jeg har hørt fyren ydmyk, og det er mildt sagt en herlig forandring. En annen blogger kommenterte dette tittelsporet som en låt der først The Game snakker om hvordan Dr. Dre aldri tar telefonen, før Busta Rhymes rapper om hvordan Dr. Dre aldri tar telefonen. Dette leder til spørsmålet: Hva driver egentlig Dr. Dre med? (Hvorfor jeg tok med dette? Fordi jeg synes det var morsomt skrevet...)
29. Ice Cube – Why We Thugs
“I'm from the land of the gang bang
Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed
It's the same ol same
Bush run shit like Sadaam Hussien
I cock and aim, clinically insane
To deal with this bullshit day to day
If I sell some yay or smoke some hay
You bitches wanna throw me up in pelican's bay
Call me an animal up in the system
But who's the animal that built this prison
Who's the animal that invented lower living
The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons
Thank god for Sugarhill
I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill
Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggaz taken over showbiz”
28. Cunninlynguist feat. Cee-Lo – Caved In
Props skal gies der props behøves, og derfor skal P3 ha ros for å ha listet denne låta! Håkon, hvis du hadde gjort flere sånne ting så kunne det faktisk ha hendt at jeg hadde gitt drittkanalen din en ny sjanse...
27. Termanology – Watch How It Go Down
Ikke sov på Termanology – Bevis 3
26. The Roots feat. Peedi Peedi – Long Time
Peedi Crakk briljerer så sinnssykt på dette flotte mesterverket:
“Remember mommy told me
You ain't write that
It started in the bathroom taking a dump
Listening to Ultramagnetic
Ego tripping you won't
Pressure my word
I'm the urban vision
Of you chump
Stomped on a different ground
Sound second to none
Synthesizers tweet
To improvise your feet
I calculated every lyric to arrive on a beat
It's free
Come get high on me
Before a nine millimeter shell
Hit my pelle pelle
In the p
Yeah
It's somethin in the water
Where I come from”
25. Hi-Tek feat. Jadakiss, Papoose, Talib Kweli & Raekwon – Where it Started At
Hvor mange rap-hyllestell til New York kommer det egentlig i løpet av et år – 100? 1000? Uansett; dette er den beste av dem! Bare hør på Papoose: ”All I got is my word and my nuts, man I got Brooklyn in my balls/So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin in my draws”
24. Strange Fruit Project – You (The Only Ones)
The Healings suverent beste track!
23. The Coup – Mindfuck (A New Equation)
The Coup gjør en fantastisk jobb med dead prez sin, egentlig ganske kjipe, låt “Mind Sex”.
“They're givin us a mind fuck
They don't have to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us stay put and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin
It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mind fuck; they don't have to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us stay put and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin
It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation”
22. Ghostface Killah – The Champ
Jeg mener at Ghostface er litt overvurdert av media. Ikke mye, bare litt. Fishscale er bra, men ikke best, liksom...
21. The Game feat. Snoop Dogg & Xzibit – California Vacation
Hvorfor tok jeg ikke med «Ol’ English»? Hvordan er det mulig å ikke ta med Doctor’s Advocates beste spor? Sorry...
20. DJ Khaled feat. Beanie Sigel & Jadakiss – Problem
Det sies at det såkalte “tøffitrynet-imaget” er litt på vei ut... Selv om jeg synes dette hadde vært ganske så fint, håper jeg at det ikke gjelder Sigel og Jada. De kan si ting som ”You got a hole in you, and you bleeding. So it’s not like a call you a bitch without reason.”, til kuene kommer hjem…
19. Talib Kweli – Listen
Killa Kwali!
18. Ice Cube – Child Support
“All y'all rappers should kiss and make up
take your bullshit jewlry back to Jacob
get your mind right nigga
and start to wake up
cause the whole rap industry needs to shake up
you got million dollar niggaz killin' million dollar niggaz
bustin' outta Bentleys
wearin' chinchillasss
there you go again rollin' in your limo
comin' from the Grammy's shootin' out the window
I know the scripture
but there's something wrong with this picture
what you mad about
diamonds all in your mouth
no car, no niggaz house paid off
I never heard of a rapper gettin' laid off
boy, you a fool
or you just act crazy
or you a grown crack baby born in the 80's
to all you motherfuckers say I went Hollywood
I'm gangsta!
I know when I got it good
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
ain't no kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch”
17. DJ Green Lantern feat. Just Blaze, Saigon, dead prez & Immortal Technique – Impeach The President
Hva kan jeg si? Fantastisk!
16. Murs – Dark Skinned White Girl
Vi lever i en verden full av rasisme, hat og frykt. Hvite europeere hater svarte afrikanere, svarte amerikanere hater mexicanere, mexicanere hater folk fra Puerto Rico, menn hater kvinner, eldre hater unger, homoseksuelle hater lesbiske og alle hater arabiske muslimske menn... Rasisme og frykt er noe som dessverre er i oss alle, også i meg selv og definitivt også i hip-hopverden. Dead Prez hater hvite, Eminem sa engang «nigga». Common hater kun hvite kvinner, mens 50 Cent hater alle kvinner... Det er en trist verden indeed, men det er mange lyspunkt! Et av disse er å finne på et av årets beste skiver; Murs sin Murray's Revenge. På dette albumet er det nemlig en knakkene bra låt på spor åtte, den er hyggelig, koselig, søt, flott og ettertenkelig. Sangen heter Dark Skinned White Girl og handler om lyse negresser eller mørkhudede bleikinger. Rasisme er egentlig noen ganger for absurd til at jeg gidder å bry meg, og refrenget til Murs peker så perfekt på dette:
"Whether chocolate or vanilla, or you're somewhere in between
A cappuccino mocha or a caramel queen
Rejected by the black, not accepted by the white worldA
nd this is dedicated to them dark skinned white girls"
Vel, låta setter lys på hvordan barn med foreldre av ulik rase kan bli presset mellom to forskjellige verdener. At dette i det hele tatt er et problem gir meg lyst til å utvikle masseødeleggelsesvåpen. At det finnes en låt som dette gjør at jeg nøyer meg med å ha en sløv brødkniv, foreløpig...
15. DJ Khaled feat. Kanye West, Consequence & John Legend – Grammy Family
Råkul låt som ironisk(?) nok ikke ble nominert til noe Grammy…
14. Jay-Z feat. John Legend – Do U Wanna Ride
De fleste vil sikkert reagere på at vi trekker frem denne som Kingdom Comes beste låt, men sånt kan ikke audun84.blogspot.com bry oss om. Music for the grown and sexy. Skreddersydd for oss med andre ord...
13. Soul Position – Hand Me Down
“My mommy gave me Donny Half-a-way
Young Gifted and Black
Amidst The Positivity, I want to bring it back
But Rap now-a-days is by a bunch of ignorant cats
No young, gifted and black
Just guns, bitches and crack
I react by turning off BET and Sambo's telling me what blackness is supposed to be
Used to give us world news now it's all videos replaced Tavis Smiley with reality shows
If you let the TV define what black is you think ice and violence is all we think that matters
I guess this is what happens when rappers look up to thugs
And kids look up to rappers
To some of y'all if I don't talk about the gat enough
Or sell crack enough
I ain't black enough
But I rather be a pro at being myself
Than be an idiot trying to be somebody else, what”
Word…
12. The Roots – Don’t Feel Right
11. Xzibit – Thank You
Xzibit gjør en helt fantastisk job her, og viser hvorfor han, tross alt, er en legendarisk MC…“You 'bout to hear some words, that you ain't probably heard
With all of these rappers pullin triggers and flippin birds
I know it sound absurd, cause they don't tell the truth
They prostitutes, fuckin contaminate the youth
But yet I'm guilty of, the things I said above
No matter my faults still continue to show me love
Naw I ain't perfect mayne, but yet I stay the same
I play chess not checkers but this is not a game
And this is not a song, and this is not a verse
It's not conceived, or simulated or been rehearsed
Spent the first half of my life, thinkin that I was cursed
Could have been hit with a hollow, follow behind my hearse
That wasn't meant for me, I spent a decade
makin it what it's 'sposed to be, hopefully brought you close to me
All these people approachin me, don't even know the half
I could be facin life but X is signin autographs, damn”
30. The Game feat. Busta Rhymes – Doctor’s Advocate
Nuhhh skriver i siste Kingsize at man skulle tro at noen hadde skrevet teksten for Game på denne låta, noe jeg må si meg helt enig i... Det er i hvert fall første gang jeg har hørt fyren ydmyk, og det er mildt sagt en herlig forandring. En annen blogger kommenterte dette tittelsporet som en låt der først The Game snakker om hvordan Dr. Dre aldri tar telefonen, før Busta Rhymes rapper om hvordan Dr. Dre aldri tar telefonen. Dette leder til spørsmålet: Hva driver egentlig Dr. Dre med? (Hvorfor jeg tok med dette? Fordi jeg synes det var morsomt skrevet...)
29. Ice Cube – Why We Thugs
“I'm from the land of the gang bang
Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed
It's the same ol same
Bush run shit like Sadaam Hussien
I cock and aim, clinically insane
To deal with this bullshit day to day
If I sell some yay or smoke some hay
You bitches wanna throw me up in pelican's bay
Call me an animal up in the system
But who's the animal that built this prison
Who's the animal that invented lower living
The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons
Thank god for Sugarhill
I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill
Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggaz taken over showbiz”
28. Cunninlynguist feat. Cee-Lo – Caved In
Props skal gies der props behøves, og derfor skal P3 ha ros for å ha listet denne låta! Håkon, hvis du hadde gjort flere sånne ting så kunne det faktisk ha hendt at jeg hadde gitt drittkanalen din en ny sjanse...
27. Termanology – Watch How It Go Down
Ikke sov på Termanology – Bevis 3
26. The Roots feat. Peedi Peedi – Long Time
Peedi Crakk briljerer så sinnssykt på dette flotte mesterverket:
“Remember mommy told me
You ain't write that
It started in the bathroom taking a dump
Listening to Ultramagnetic
Ego tripping you won't
Pressure my word
I'm the urban vision
Of you chump
Stomped on a different ground
Sound second to none
Synthesizers tweet
To improvise your feet
I calculated every lyric to arrive on a beat
It's free
Come get high on me
Before a nine millimeter shell
Hit my pelle pelle
In the p
Yeah
It's somethin in the water
Where I come from”
25. Hi-Tek feat. Jadakiss, Papoose, Talib Kweli & Raekwon – Where it Started At
Hvor mange rap-hyllestell til New York kommer det egentlig i løpet av et år – 100? 1000? Uansett; dette er den beste av dem! Bare hør på Papoose: ”All I got is my word and my nuts, man I got Brooklyn in my balls/So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin in my draws”
24. Strange Fruit Project – You (The Only Ones)
The Healings suverent beste track!
23. The Coup – Mindfuck (A New Equation)
The Coup gjør en fantastisk jobb med dead prez sin, egentlig ganske kjipe, låt “Mind Sex”.
“They're givin us a mind fuck
They don't have to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us stay put and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin
It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mind fuck; they don't have to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us stay put and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin
It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation”
22. Ghostface Killah – The Champ
Jeg mener at Ghostface er litt overvurdert av media. Ikke mye, bare litt. Fishscale er bra, men ikke best, liksom...
21. The Game feat. Snoop Dogg & Xzibit – California Vacation
Hvorfor tok jeg ikke med «Ol’ English»? Hvordan er det mulig å ikke ta med Doctor’s Advocates beste spor? Sorry...
20. DJ Khaled feat. Beanie Sigel & Jadakiss – Problem
Det sies at det såkalte “tøffitrynet-imaget” er litt på vei ut... Selv om jeg synes dette hadde vært ganske så fint, håper jeg at det ikke gjelder Sigel og Jada. De kan si ting som ”You got a hole in you, and you bleeding. So it’s not like a call you a bitch without reason.”, til kuene kommer hjem…
19. Talib Kweli – Listen
Killa Kwali!
18. Ice Cube – Child Support
“All y'all rappers should kiss and make up
take your bullshit jewlry back to Jacob
get your mind right nigga
and start to wake up
cause the whole rap industry needs to shake up
you got million dollar niggaz killin' million dollar niggaz
bustin' outta Bentleys
wearin' chinchillasss
there you go again rollin' in your limo
comin' from the Grammy's shootin' out the window
I know the scripture
but there's something wrong with this picture
what you mad about
diamonds all in your mouth
no car, no niggaz house paid off
I never heard of a rapper gettin' laid off
boy, you a fool
or you just act crazy
or you a grown crack baby born in the 80's
to all you motherfuckers say I went Hollywood
I'm gangsta!
I know when I got it good
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
ain't no kings in this rap thing
they siblings
nuthin but my chil'ren
one shot they disappearin'
You want child support
Get it out your ass bitch”
17. DJ Green Lantern feat. Just Blaze, Saigon, dead prez & Immortal Technique – Impeach The President
Hva kan jeg si? Fantastisk!
16. Murs – Dark Skinned White Girl
Vi lever i en verden full av rasisme, hat og frykt. Hvite europeere hater svarte afrikanere, svarte amerikanere hater mexicanere, mexicanere hater folk fra Puerto Rico, menn hater kvinner, eldre hater unger, homoseksuelle hater lesbiske og alle hater arabiske muslimske menn... Rasisme og frykt er noe som dessverre er i oss alle, også i meg selv og definitivt også i hip-hopverden. Dead Prez hater hvite, Eminem sa engang «nigga». Common hater kun hvite kvinner, mens 50 Cent hater alle kvinner... Det er en trist verden indeed, men det er mange lyspunkt! Et av disse er å finne på et av årets beste skiver; Murs sin Murray's Revenge. På dette albumet er det nemlig en knakkene bra låt på spor åtte, den er hyggelig, koselig, søt, flott og ettertenkelig. Sangen heter Dark Skinned White Girl og handler om lyse negresser eller mørkhudede bleikinger. Rasisme er egentlig noen ganger for absurd til at jeg gidder å bry meg, og refrenget til Murs peker så perfekt på dette:
"Whether chocolate or vanilla, or you're somewhere in between
A cappuccino mocha or a caramel queen
Rejected by the black, not accepted by the white worldA
nd this is dedicated to them dark skinned white girls"
Vel, låta setter lys på hvordan barn med foreldre av ulik rase kan bli presset mellom to forskjellige verdener. At dette i det hele tatt er et problem gir meg lyst til å utvikle masseødeleggelsesvåpen. At det finnes en låt som dette gjør at jeg nøyer meg med å ha en sløv brødkniv, foreløpig...
15. DJ Khaled feat. Kanye West, Consequence & John Legend – Grammy Family
Råkul låt som ironisk(?) nok ikke ble nominert til noe Grammy…
14. Jay-Z feat. John Legend – Do U Wanna Ride
De fleste vil sikkert reagere på at vi trekker frem denne som Kingdom Comes beste låt, men sånt kan ikke audun84.blogspot.com bry oss om. Music for the grown and sexy. Skreddersydd for oss med andre ord...
13. Soul Position – Hand Me Down
“My mommy gave me Donny Half-a-way
Young Gifted and Black
Amidst The Positivity, I want to bring it back
But Rap now-a-days is by a bunch of ignorant cats
No young, gifted and black
Just guns, bitches and crack
I react by turning off BET and Sambo's telling me what blackness is supposed to be
Used to give us world news now it's all videos replaced Tavis Smiley with reality shows
If you let the TV define what black is you think ice and violence is all we think that matters
I guess this is what happens when rappers look up to thugs
And kids look up to rappers
To some of y'all if I don't talk about the gat enough
Or sell crack enough
I ain't black enough
But I rather be a pro at being myself
Than be an idiot trying to be somebody else, what”
Word…
12. The Roots – Don’t Feel Right
11. Xzibit – Thank You
Xzibit gjør en helt fantastisk job her, og viser hvorfor han, tross alt, er en legendarisk MC…“You 'bout to hear some words, that you ain't probably heard
With all of these rappers pullin triggers and flippin birds
I know it sound absurd, cause they don't tell the truth
They prostitutes, fuckin contaminate the youth
But yet I'm guilty of, the things I said above
No matter my faults still continue to show me love
Naw I ain't perfect mayne, but yet I stay the same
I play chess not checkers but this is not a game
And this is not a song, and this is not a verse
It's not conceived, or simulated or been rehearsed
Spent the first half of my life, thinkin that I was cursed
Could have been hit with a hollow, follow behind my hearse
That wasn't meant for me, I spent a decade
makin it what it's 'sposed to be, hopefully brought you close to me
All these people approachin me, don't even know the half
I could be facin life but X is signin autographs, damn”
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