I agree that both songs are pretty lame.

That said, one of the things that is really compelling to me about a lot of rap music is the playful use of slant rhyme, which is a legitimate poetic device.

Here is a rap lyric with some slant rhymes that work for me. I am not picking this particular track because I think that it is a work of genius. It's just the first thing that came to mind that most people will be familiar with (I have not listened to rap music in years) that illustrates my point.

Straight outta Compton, crazy m*f* named Ice Cube
From the gang called N* With Attitudes

["Cube" and "Attitudes" do not strictly rhyme, but they come close -- a slant rhyme]

When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya f* with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo a*, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk m*f* that's showin out

[the interest in these lines is in the rhythm is paced so as to put the rhyming sounds in the right place in the meter]

N* start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo

[slant rhyme brought into emphasis by the exact internal rhyme in the first line]

Goin off on a m*f* like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo a*

["that" and "a*" are pretty far from rhyming, but Ice Cube fixes this by emphasis on the vowel sound that links the two words]

Etc. It strikes me that rap that rhymed in a strict formal pattern would be really boring. The slant rhymes give the style its improvisational flavor, it's sense of verbal playfulness.

That's a point I hadn't thought of. (And good use of NWA, btw--love those guys.) However, you have to admit that "America" and "hysterica" is incredibly lame...

Absolutely lame, no question.

the best rhyme is lyrics with NO rhyme.

sheesh. rhyming is overrated.

peace.

Have you nothing better to do with your life?

Have you nothing better to do with your life?

aLL YALL MUTTER FUCKERS IS LAME IF YOU DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT IM MEAN CAUSE IM THE RHYMEING KING DO YOU SMELL WHATS IN MY JEANS.

BITCHES

HEY BITCH IM THE NIGGA FROM THE STREETS ILL CUT U UP THAN FUCK UP ALL AROUND THIS MUTTER FUCKING SCREEN NOW DO YOU SMELL WHAT THE FUCK IN MY JEENS NIGGAROW

This post is six months old. I'm just saying.

Speaking of "Airplane" - I speak jive.

YEA I SMELL WHATS GOING DOWN BUT ALL THIS SHIT IS GOING TO TURN AROUND NOW IM NOT WITH IT NOW ILL FUCK U UP THAN ILL CUT U UP THAN THROW YOU DOWN THE DRAWN IF U NO WHAT I MEAN SO YOU BETTER FUCK WITH SOMEONE ELSE CAUSE YOU ANT READY FOR ME SO LET ME SEE WHAT IT MIGHT BE.SO GO BE A DICK CAUSE U SMELL LIKE SHIT SO GO CRY TO YOUR MOM AND FUCK A WORM
BITCH

LMAO!

Here's a friendly tip: When creating multiple email accounts in order to pretend to be more than one person, make them slightly more distinctive than just one numeric digit's difference. And, um, show a little variation in style, too. It might fool people more effectively.

Or it could be that one simply needs to learn to type. That's always a possibility.

I like the part about the worm, though.

Honestly, I was just posting to get the nastiness off of the comments listing on the front page. Though TDavid took care of it the second time, by then I was curious. Ah well.

He really appears to want someone to 'smell what's in his jeans.' I think I'm going to pass, but thanks for the offer.

Alex Knapp, you need to stop riding the 80's "cool" punk train, and figure out that THE SEX PISTOLS SUCK ASS!!!!!! If you're not from the United Kingdom, then waht the fuck does it mean to you? "Anarchy in the U.K." What the fuck is that supposed to mean to me? I'm Canadian, and yes, Canada may have been colonized by England, but now we're now an autonomous society, and the Queen has a figure-head position, we watch her wave, and applaud for her, but really, she has no power over here. But back to the point, if you want to listen to decent punk, get some Rancid, Ramones, or old AFI, before they went mainstream. Oh, and no one held a gun to your head to listen to the Beastie Boys or Darryl Worley.



Peace.


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"And a good time was had by all."

I, too, have been entertaining the notion that I would so much enjoy being acknowledged as a Rhyming King. My lyrics have in the past always tended to revel in pastoral simplicity, an attempt to convey the gay delight of my cliffside saunterings, excursions through luxurious landscapes, and ...ah, but I'm rambling.

I have been listening with great interest to some of the rhyming of our young generation -- Ah, youth! -- and have decided to put a somewhat harder edge on my rhymes. Here is just the briefest snippet of my latest creation. I would most certainly welcome comments:

O'er Ilion's plains, where once the warrior bled,
And once the poet raised his deathless strain
O'er Ilion's plains, a weary driver led
His stately camels: for the ruined fane

Wide round the lonely scene his glance he threw
For now the red cloud faded in the west
And twilight o'er the silent landscape drew
Her deep'ning veil; eastward his course he prest

... and it goes on.

Oh, yes, I had nearly forgotten...BITCHES.

Well, what do you think Mr. Mo Money (I just love that!).

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I realize I am replying to an article from 2003, but still: Ice Cube's not trying to rhyme gat with ass. It goes like this:

Goin off on a motherfucker like that
 with a gat
  that's pointed at
   yo ass