This oughta get boring quick if you’re not obanye or this other dickshit. You can skip this post. Apologies in advance…
But for this troll up there to infer that I’m … wait. I still gotta stop chuckling at this idea…
That I’m arguing around the fact a beat contains a sample?!!!???
You must be joking. Tell me you’re joking, please. That’d be the only way any I could ever take a post from you seriously. Please… Tell me you’re joking.
You CAN’T be serious… CAN YOU?
Actually, since you’re reading…
I made no arguments aside from 2 points of contention. Of which I’ll make no more mention of, bad enough the thread got derailed as soon as someone started sucking kanyes dick again.
- kanye stole records from the very guys he based his entire sound off of, then acted like he didn’t know them when he got famous.
Go ahead. Defend some schmuck that doesn’t know you, or care that you’ll come and go on this planet without leaving a mark on it. G’head. Tell me why Kanye was in the right, there. Or waste breath, get carpal tunnel syndrome, whatever the fuck trying to explain why he’s cool, and you’re soooo enlightened for getting what no one else gets, Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaann.
I do believe it to be Memo from the Molemen? or Dug (who skipped town on this wack ass hiphop scene here years ago, too), if memory serves correct. Someone. Him, crates… whoever. It was in 98. Quite a while back.
Dunno how much you need to get sonned on this, but… IF YOU STEAL DRUMS, LOOPS, KITS, RECORDS… YOU NORMALLY GET SMASHED PHYSICALLY.
Ever make music? Nah? Give it a try. Steal someones drums, chops, or samples, then go out in public to the scene and try to not get pummelled.
Assuredly, halfstrike would know that, since he’s soooooo hiphop.
He could probably ask JP Chill, being so hiphop. Or find precyse, since I’m pretty sure he was there at the time too.
- His “Get By” joint is extremely cheaply made. Which, again, it is.
Anyone who’s ever devoted time to beatsmithing can listen to it, and go… “damn, that gets no props.” It’s too simple, and there’s zero reconstruction or resequencing of the original.
If that shit is amazingly complex to your ear, then well… I’m sorry for bullying the defenseless.
It’s akin to taking Fur Elise (if you know what that is, I have no idea what you know), putting the schoolboy crush loop over it, and calling it hiphop.
Sure the shit might sound banging to some who don’t know any better, but it’s still cheaply constructed.
That’s what the fuck hiphop is. The sampling of an existing piece of sound, altering it, restructuring it and resequencing it over drums and a bassline. The motherfucking BOOM BAP. Tell me you know about that shit. PLEASE.
So don’t ever approach me on some bullshit, of which you know half of the half of the half.
And speaking of half of the half of half.
Halfstrike, you should really be careful of what you say, or infer on the internet. Especially with those “clowns” who live in your own town.
You might live life vicariously on a messageboard where you don’t have a face, and talk bold, but just be careful. You never know who knows who and who’ll come tap you on the shoulder at Sub T, Metro, Congress, the bottle or the abby… grammaphone, or the bassment some time, and show you what irony means when hiphop kicks you in the nuts.
That’s the reason it’s never good to talk out of your ass on the internet.
It could get you in trouble OFF the internet.
Not beefin at the moment, but you should be a bit more informed before opening your trap, in this case you weren’t. Now you are.
Consider yourself better off for it.
What’s it like talking about a subject you’re not really too informed about by the way? At least humor people with that noise. Not dickriding your boy up there.
Ever scope a joint at the Royale? You know, the parties that always seemed to end with the slooooowwww screeching halt of a needle on a record, and a bottle-knife shanking with bitches running everywhere screaming for the door?
Then their drunk fat asses slipping in someones blood and sliding down the steps? LOL. (That’s my idea of classic. Not ebeefing, Sorry Obanye. )
No, you were probably in middle school and had a curfew in your safe middle class household, probably risking life and limb to stay up and master some miserable combo in battle arena toshinden.
Don’t dick ride so much, youngin. Shit is real for adults.
And if you don’t remember none of that shit first hand… Keep your mouth closed when adults talk hiphop. Because until then, you’re just a newjack.
Don’t be mad because you have unrefined taste and people don’t like your pop idols, either.
If all else fails, and you can’t seem to escape those doldrums of ignorance, you can always put on a track where some mockery of my artform is rhyming gucci with gucci and following the latest fads of fauxhawking their hair out while wearing mustard brown tuxedo pants and a skin tight neon pink jean jacket with diamond encrusted aviator shades. That’ll be sure to raise your spirits. Guaranteed.