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that hip hop is a remarkably complex enterprise, with many criteria - it's about how well a lyricist complements the track, how jumping the track and beat is, the virtuosity of the rhyme scheme, and the story being told. In terms of the track and the beat - essential here - I'm sure I can't provide living examples. You'd have to listen. But I guess a few examples of the others wouldn't hurt. There's a silly notion among people that don't listen to hip hop that the rhyme schemes are fairly simplistic, the cliched white dude on TV echoing some of the early stuff "My name is Ice and I'm here to say..." etc. Rhyme schemes have gotten much more complex. Just an example from one of Eminem's battle scenes in 8 Mile:
Did you listen to the last round meathead? Pay attention, ya sayin the same shit that he said Matter fact dog, here's a pencil Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful And don't come back until somethin dope hits you Fuck it You can take the Mic home with you Lookin like a cyclone hit you Tanktop screamin, "Lotto I don't fit you" You see how far them white jokes get you Boys like, how Vanilla Ice gone diss you?
If you notice the bolded portion, Eminem's character begins a sequence of four syllable rhymes (long i, long o, short i, and ooo as in you). He keeps this up, with the beat, for six lines (!). And it ain't all words that would seem to sound the same (information, recreation, etc.), but separate words that would seem to have no connection to each other (Mic - home - with - you /cy - clone - hit - you/ I - don't - fit -you/ white - jokes - git - you/ Ice-gone-diss-you). Just in terms of technical sophistication with assonance, you can also look at Nas:
It's - the - return of the Prince, the boss this is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss stick shift look sick up in that boxed-up Porsche with the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source they don't know about the blocks I'm on
At first glance, it's impressive enough to have 6 end-rhymes (boss, soft, floss, Porsche, source, on), but the scheme is much more complex than that. Here, the play is between short i's (Prince, Kid, Limp, Biz, Kit, Sip, Criss, Chips, Wrist, Gliss, Stick, Shift, Sick, In, With, Rich, Kids) and short o's (Boss, Core, Rock, Soft, Floss, Look, Boxed, Porsche, Top, Off, Cop, Source, Blocks, On), kept up with internal assonance, to the beat, for 6 lines again, but with multiple internal rhymes on each line. Notice that there are hardly any long e or long a sounds in the whole six lines. An accident? Hardly. You have to know a little something about poetics, but I think some well-thought of 19th century poets (more concerned about rhyme scheme and assonance than contemporary poets) would be astounded.
There are also issues of voice modulation, speeding up and slowing down, etc. So, to go back to 8 Mile, one of the lyroics, seemingly meaningless, goes as follows:
He can't get with me spittin this shit wickedly lyckety-shot a spika-a-spicketly split lyckety.
It is not, in any case, meaningless, but the real power is the virtuosity of the delivery, the way he modulated his delivery, pausing and speeding up, and hitting the beats in the technically correct manner. This is not easy stiuff, so when you hear it, it has a kind of mesmerizing effect.
There is also the quality of the story. I depart from many DU hip hop fans on this point, I suspect. Many here like rap with a political message. I like that too, but I also appreciate good gangsta rap that is adept at narrative. So, for example, the following from Notorious B.I.G., which is a clinic in character development that any aspiring writer should be envious of. Oh, and he does it with end-rhymes and internal rhymes to a beat, no easy task:
Since it’s on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron From Tuscon, pushed the black Yukon Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley Stupid as a young’un, chose not to lose wisely Sharper with game, him and his crooks, called the Jooks Heard it was sweet, bout three-fifty a piece Ron bought a truck, two bricks, laid in the cut His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up That’s when Ron vanished, came back, speakin Spanish Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats Here’s a criminal, nigga made America’s Most Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat The nigga got bagged with toast, weeded Took it to trial, beat it Now he feel he undefeated, he mean it Nothing to lose, tattooed around his gun wounds Everything to gain, embedded in his brain And me I feel the same for this money you dyin' Specially if my daughter cryin, I ain’t lyin Y’all know the science
As character sketches go, this one is pretty damn good: absolutely concise, but you get a clear picture of the character being described, as well as his back story. His back story! In 16 lines, with internal and end-rhymes, to a beat. Pretty fucking good, you ask me.
These are just a few. there are also specific technical requirements for hitting the beat that developed over rap's history, distinctive use of break beats, etc. In short, a whole series of criteria that I'm not even aware of as a matter of vocabulary, but that I think I can here either met or not. Very very complex, in other words.
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