The Message на Грандмастър Флаш е обявена за най-великата хип-хоп песен

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  1. Подредба: Сортирай
  1. 1 Профил на martin pavlov
    martin pavlov
    Рейтинг: 676 Неутрално

    Заслужено

  2. 2 Профил на martin187ism
    martin187ism
    Рейтинг: 120 Неутрално

    напълно съм съгласен, само малко допълнение - grand master flash and the furious five, не само grand master flash

  3. 3 Профил на Paolo Di Canio
    Paolo Di Canio
    Рейтинг: 1264 Неутрално

    За Outcast, Jay Z, Миси Елиът, Еминем, Кани Уест и прочие не искам да чувам в такива класации. А къде са NAS, Gang Starr, Onyx, Wu-Tang, The Roots, Ice Cube, Das EFX? Те имат място вътре.

    Поздрав с три класики :

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5vuTToYN8M

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnl7Q_IBXbw

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sevZEOUXpw4&feature=related

  4. 4 Профил на nesty
    nesty
    Рейтинг: 615 Неутрално

    Ей, преди време гледах подобни класации по форумите и на челно място бяха Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt II. Поздравявам ви с нея

  5. 5 Профил на KМЕТ НА МНОГО СЕЛА
    KМЕТ НА МНОГО СЕЛА
    Рейтинг: 402 Неутрално

    It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
    How I keep from going under
    It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
    How I keep from going under

    Broken glass everywhere
    People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care
    I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise
    Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
    Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
    Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat
    I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
    Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car

    Chorus:
    Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
    I'm trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
    [2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh]
    [4th: say what?]
    It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
    How I keep from going under
    It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
    How I keep from going under

    Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
    Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
    Crazy lady livin' in a bag
    Eating out of garbage pails, used to be a fag-hag
    Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
    The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her senses
    Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
    So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
    She went to the city and got social security
    She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own

    [2nd Chorus]
    [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/g/grandmaster+flash/the+message_20062225.html ]
    My brother's doing bad on my mother's TV
    She says: "You watch it too much, it's just not healthy!"
    "All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
    Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
    The bill collectors they ring my phone
    And scare my wife when I'm not home
    Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
    I can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
    Neon King Kong standin' on my back
    Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacrophiliac
    A mid-ranged migraine, cancered membrane
    Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

    My son said: "Daddy I don't wonna go to school
    Cause the teacher's a jerk!", he must think I'm a fool
    And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
    If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
    I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
    Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
    Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
    You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
    They pushed that girl in front of the train
    Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
    Stabbed that man right in his heart
    Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
    I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after dark
    Keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
    I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jar
    Hear them say: "You want some more livin' on a seesaw?"

    [4th Chorus]

    A child is born with no state of mind
    Blind to the ways of mankind
    God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
    Because only God knows what you'll go through
    You'll grow in the ghetto, living second rate
    And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
    The places you're playin', where you stay
    Looks like one great big alley way
    You'll admire all the number book takers
    Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
    Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
    And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,
    Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
    Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers
    You say: "I'm cool, I'm no fool!"
    But then you wind up dropping out of high school
    Now you're unemployed, all non-void
    Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
    Turned stickup kid, look what you've done did
    Got sent up for a eight year bid
    Now your manhood is took and you're a may tag
    Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
    Being used and abused to serve like hell
    Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell
    It was plain to see that your life was lost
    You was cold and your body swung back and forth
    But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
    Of how you lived so fast and died so young

    Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
    I'm trying not to lose my head
    It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
    It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under

    Yo Mell, you see that girl there?
    Yo, that sounded like Cowboy man
    Cool
    Yo, what's up Money?
    Yo, where's Cooly an Raheim?
    They is downstairs coooling out
    So what's up for tonight y'all?
    We could go down to Phoenix
    We could go check out "Junebug" man
    Hey yo, you know that girl Betty?
    Yeah man
    Come on, come all man
    Not like it
    That's what I heard man
    What's this happening, what's this?
    What's goin' on?
    Freeze
    Don't nobody move or nothin'
    Y'all know what this is (What's happend?)
    Get 'em up, get 'em up (What?)
    Oh man, we're (Right in there) Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
    What is that, a gang?
    No
    Shut up
    I don't wanna hear your mouth
    Shut up
    Officer, officer, what is the problem?
    You the problem
    Hey, you ain't gotta push me man
    Get in the car, get in the car
    Get in the god...
    I said, "Get in the car"
    Why is he?

  6. 6 Профил на Yadada
    Yadada
    Рейтинг: 814 Весело

    До коментар [#3] от "Antonio Candreva":

    Това е проблема, че тези класации се правят от списанията, които се пишат от тия, които диктуват модата, които гледат кое се продава най-много! Не бих казал, че всички, които изброи в началото не стават, но никога класациите не може да са оптимални

    БКП = БСП = СДС = ДПС = НДСВ = ГЕРБ = Мафия! The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
  7. 7 Профил на Rowan Atkinson
    Rowan Atkinson
    Рейтинг: 733 Неутрално

    Заслужава!

  8. 8 Профил на pariah
    pariah
    Рейтинг: 729 Неутрално

    ТЯ Е най-великата.
    Просто е първата, първенеца, началото.
    Номер едно.
    Представете си колко смело е било да се пусне това, когато никога преди това не е звучало в ефир нищо подобно.
    Били са апокрифни касетки.

    - A witty saying proves nothing. Voltaire
  9. 9 Профил на ku4e
    ku4e
    Рейтинг: 684 Неутрално

    Никой не може да ми хареса повече от Биги и Пак.

  10. 10 Профил на sandoy
    sandoy
    Рейтинг: 177 Неутрално

    Много епик песничка! Колко изпълнители са взимали бийта и пипева, не е истина

    Аз все пак ако можех, бих гласувал за Immortal Technique - You Never Know!

    Гласувайте!
  11. 11 Профил на Graffiti Vandalism.
    Graffiti Vandalism.
    Рейтинг: 346 Неутрално

    До коментар [#8] от "Dr. G.":

    Първенеца-Бащата-Човека който е дал посоката е Gil Scott-Heron!
    "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised"-
    Всички други-рапъечета-гангстер и т.н. са гола вода--
    Музиката отдавна не е това което беше!

  12. 12 Профил на Yankee
    Yankee
    Рейтинг: 458 Неутрално

    Това е от времената, когато тия "изпълнители" все още мязаха на хора

  13. 13 Профил на pariah
    pariah
    Рейтинг: 729 Неутрално

    До коментар [#11] от "emopashata":

    Това трудно може да се нарече рапиране, пич.
    Не подценявам месиджа на човека от черните пантери, но...

    - A witty saying proves nothing. Voltaire
  14. 14 Профил на Perfect Stranger
    Perfect Stranger
    Рейтинг: 676 Любопитно

    И аз смятам, че е заслужено. Най-големия си остава Jam Master Jay

  15. 15 Профил на snafuracer
    snafuracer
    Рейтинг: 177 Неутрално

    До коментар [#3] от "Antonio Candreva":

    Забележи версията на DJ Premier без Кани Уест (това мяукащо подобие на рапър) - в пъти по-добра от версията с него - показателен парадокс.





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