Some of the poetic peaks reached in my country in recent years have been attained by rappers.
>Doritos, Cheetos, or Fritos
>>25386038Rappers dabble in a medium that welcomes poetry though, in a sense. Educated white guys with english degrees just aren’t out here publishing poetry like they were in the 20th century. Meanwhile rappers are trying to rhyme words and do wordplay in short intervals all day
>>25386038What a shithole you must live in.
I have to agree, lines like "damn I got bitches damn I got bitches" are truly equivalent to Milton
>>25386038>When I'm sitting with Anna>I'm really sitting with Anna>Ain't a metaphor punchline>I'm really sitting with AnnaI have come to admire this Nicki verse
>>25386038such as the greatest hymn of all time, 'nigga heil hitler', that, confirming its greatness as poetry, continues to be universally misunderstood
paradise lost by john milton? fuck dat imma black man in america
>>25386346imagine milton dropping bars over some rock hard memphis fhonk beats tho
Kendricks' untitled 06 | 06.30.2014. is high art, there, I said it.You crackers can all dunk on me now.
>>25386386>shiiiiiiiiiiet why you be drinking only two or three shotsWoah...
>>25386386who?
>>25386060true dat>>25386064Italian rap is quite different, we have the classic rappers who ape gangsters, but we also have cultured rappers.
>>25386436These are some lines from an Italian rapper:Attraverso lo Stige, le mura di DiteVengo dal minerale, dall'acciaio, dal nichelStavamo con i taser, mo' condividiamo il teaserSi parlava di droga, ora di cifreE questo peso in petto è solo polmoniteRinasco con le spine, sono pieno di feriteTroppe cose da dire, non bastano le matiteSei la luce che mi guida o il diavolo che mi uccidePerché questa non è musica, questo è il mio martirioUn istante di chiarezza in un ventennio di delirioHo pianto così tanto che non basterà il collirioPer quanto punto in alto, non mi basterà l'EmpireoQuesto vuoto non è fisico, non basterà riempirloNon mi basterà un video per esprimerloUn rigo per descriverlo, un calmante a sopprimerloUn click a condividerlo, uno sparo per l'epilogoIo preferisco i ladri agli infami, gli assassini agli ignaviGli strozzini agli avari, le corna alle aliVolevamo il potere, non essere milionariEssere i migliori e non essere più ignoratiVorrei essere più forteMa tutti i passi sono falsi se le strade sono rotteUscii a riveder le stelle, trovai solo la morteTu cercami di nottetranslation:across the Styx, the walls of DisI come from ore, from steel, from nickelWe used to carry tasers; now we share the teaserWe used to talk drugs; now we talk figuresAnd this weight in my chest is just pneumoniaI’m reborn amidst thorns, covered in woundsToo much to say; pencils aren't enoughAre you the light guiding me or the devil killing me?Because this isn't music; this is my martyrdomA moment of clarity in twenty years of deliriumI’ve cried so much that eye drops won't sufficeNo matter how high I aim, the Empyrean won't be enoughThis void isn't physical; filling it won't be enoughA video won't suffice to express itA line to describe it, a sedative to suppress itA click to share it, a gunshot for the epilogueI prefer thieves to snitches, murderers to the indolentLoan sharks to misers, horns to wingsWe wanted power, not to be millionairesTo be the best and no longer ignoredI wish I were strongerBut every step is false when the roads are brokenI went out to see the stars again, but found only deathLook for me at night
>>25386436>ayo mamma mia mamma mia where the fuck my mafia meatball atWoah...
>>25386386naaah bro is actually impressed by this shit lmaoim crine
>>25386358No
