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Sunday, July 13, 2008

Hip Hop, Bushido & The Modern Day "Warrior Poet"

Bushidō (武士道 Bushidō?), meaning "Way of the Warrior", is a Japanese code of conduct and a way of the samurai life, loosely analogous to the concept of chivalry.

Hip Hop manifested as "Gangsta Rap" has evolved into a black male code of conduct, a way of street life and a defense against aggressive anti-male feminist memes, with lyrics that typically express themes of self adulation, social critique, spirituality, existentialism and penile superiority.

Bushido originates from the samurai moral code and stresses frugality, loyalty, martial arts mastery and honour unto death. Born of two main influences, the violent existence of the Samurai was tempered by the wisdom and serenity of Confucianism and Buddhism.

Gangsta rap originates from the moral code of street capitalists operating outside the establishment power monopoly and stresses self-definition, individualism, loyalty, martial arts and abhors snitching.

Bushidō developed between the 9th to 12th centuries and numerous translated documents dating from the 12th to 16th centuries demonstrate its wide influence across the whole of Japan.

The development of Gangsta rap coincides with the "War on Drugs" during the late 20th Century and it's corresponding "War on People" which resulted in the incarceration of nearly a million Hip Hop ronin.

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer

That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose

4 comments:

  1. This is somewhat excessively romanticized when you take into consideration the fact of how much further along the developmental path the mexican gangsters have come during roughly the same time span.

    The Blackstone Rangers ne BGD formation is the closest thing to the eMe/Sureno combine - and the differences between their respective sizes, levels of organization, hierarchy, independence etc.., are day and night.

    Where is the mexican-american romanticization of that fact? It's non-existent.

    South of the border, OTOH it's romanticized as hell, there are narcocorridos all day long - but you don't hear any of that on mainstream media in the U.S.

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  2. Artist: The Genius f/ Ghostface Killah, Killah Priest, RZA
    Album: Liquid Swords
    Song: 4th Chamber


    [Intro]
    Choose the sword, and you will join me
    Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death
    You don't understand my words, but you must choose
    {*baby gurgling*}
    So... come boy, choose life or death






    [Verse One: Ghostface Killah]
    The only man a hoe wait for
    is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
    My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
    Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
    Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons
    Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone,
    this ain't no white cartoon
    Cuz I be duckin crazy spades
    The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
    Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
    Why did Judas, rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up
    You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
    Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
    Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago
    spine-tingle, mind boggles
    Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
    Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
    I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
    Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede Wally Don

    [Verse Two: Killah Priest]
    I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me
    Loungin, between two pillars of ivory
    I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece
    my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
    I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm
    My eye's the vision, memory is the film
    Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
    They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
    No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
    Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
    And throw all types of fits
    I leave 'em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips

    [Verse Three: The RZA]
    Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin
    No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
    A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence
    Because you had secret evidence, and documents
    on how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent
    dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
    The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
    Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
    Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
    You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
    Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes
    of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim
    like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
    Fortified with essential, vitamin and minerals
    Use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow
    Rollin with the lambs
    Twelve tribes a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
    Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

    [Verse Four: The Genius/GZA]
    The banks of G, all CREAM downs a bet
    Money feed good, opposites off the set
    It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
    I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
    I'm on some tax free shit by any means
    Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM
    I learned much from such with cons who run scams
    Veterans got the game spiced like ham
    And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
    Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn
    Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
    that made me truncate the length one-tenth
    With his thump, tweaters hits like air pumps
    RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
    Scarred tryin to figure who invented
    this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
    Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
    Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse

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  3. tg - well done. the lyrical dexterity on this album is top tier. gza (Wu) is in his (their) prime.

    KP

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