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DanielsonTHAGOAT wrote:The Grammys are based on popularity, I guess. I mean look at Macklemore's lyrics vs. Kendrick's.
Macklemore's lyrics:
Now walk into the club like "What up?! I Annotategot a big cock!"
Nah, I’m just pumped, I bought some shit from a thrift shop.
Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty
The people like “Damn, that’s a cold ass honky”
Rolling in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink except my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girl standing next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly sheets
(Pissssss...) But shit, it was 99 cents!
Kendrick Lamar's lyrics:
Sometimes I look in a mirror and ask myself
Am I really scared of passing away, if it's today I hope I hear a
Cry out from heaven so loud it can water down a demon
With the holy ghost 'til it drown in the blood of Jesus
I wrote some raps that make sure that my lifeline
Reeking the scent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance
With the other side may come soon and if I'm doomed
May the wound, help my mother be blessed for many moons
I suffer a lot and every day the glass mirror
Get tougher to watch, I tie my stomach in knots
And I'm not sure why I'm infatuated with death
My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats
GNR wrote:DanielsonTHAGOAT wrote:The Grammys are based on popularity, I guess. I mean look at Macklemore's lyrics vs. Kendrick's.
Macklemore's lyrics:
Now walk into the club like "What up?! I Annotategot a big cock!"
Nah, I’m just pumped, I bought some shit from a thrift shop.
Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty
The people like “Damn, that’s a cold ass honky”
Rolling in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink except my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girl standing next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly sheets
(Pissssss...) But shit, it was 99 cents!
Kendrick Lamar's lyrics:
Sometimes I look in a mirror and ask myself
Am I really scared of passing away, if it's today I hope I hear a
Cry out from heaven so loud it can water down a demon
With the holy ghost 'til it drown in the blood of Jesus
I wrote some raps that make sure that my lifeline
Reeking the scent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance
With the other side may come soon and if I'm doomed
May the wound, help my mother be blessed for many moons
I suffer a lot and every day the glass mirror
Get tougher to watch, I tie my stomach in knots
And I'm not sure why I'm infatuated with death
My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats
Dude, I agree with you, but that kind of thing is always a lame argument to use. You're using one of Macklemore's meaningless songs made for the masses vs. an intelligent Kendrick song. What if someone used Kendrick's verse from "Fucking Problems" and put it next to a verse from "Same Love"?
Again, I agree with you, but there are better ways to make your point.
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