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Why Jay-Z??

Why Jay-Z?

By Magni Joensen

You might be wondering why Jay-Z is the subject, that I have chosen to write about and not the Beatles or the Rolling Stones, here is the explanation: it is too expected. I like to surprise my readers. Before any of you start thinking any less of yours truly, let me say a few words about these lyrics and the writer: He is a self-made man if there ever was one, and his name is Shawn Corey Carter. But this name is not very “catchy” in the hip-hop world, so he came up with the artist name Jay-Z, which is a corruption of his original nick-name: Jazzy.

Carter was a man with a vision. He had set a goal for himself, and that goal was simply to get famous by “spitting rhymes”, basically rapping with rythm to back up the vocals. Unfortunately, no record company wanted to sign him, as they thought that their customers did not want to hear a rapper rap about the serious matters in life. So what Carter did, was, driving through america with a big pile of copies of his demo CD, talking to radio DJ´s and trying to get them to play his songs, and he succeeded! Later on in life he founded his own record company and clothing line.

Carter is a man of visions, indeed. let´s make a small flashback to 1982, the year when the guidelines for the entire rap genre for the following 20 or so years to come. The time when Grandmaster Flash (Joseph Saddler) hit the radios with his single “the message” where he rapped about the pain poeple in the streets felt and how nothing was done to compensate for their well-being. The hip-hop industry has become mainstream since then, and Carters cup has run over! This song was made to send a message to all other rap artists in america! It is a letter aimed for the nostalgic part of hip-hop fans and artists´s hearts. I know he hit mine spot-on. Even the name of the song in a strong message: death of auto-tune. Let me explain: Auto-tune is a piece of equipment that allows record companies to literally make any star-struck fool to become a star in the popular music industry. This is a serious matter for fans of the art. this piece of equipment allows any user to alter the voices to make them pitch perfect! There is, apparently, no need for true talent these days! And Carter felt that he was the right one to send out a message telling all artists to “pull it together” and make a hit using no aiding tools. And boy, does he have a point! Now if you would, please, read the lyrics a couple of times and see if you, too, see all the hidden gems. And the obvious ones. Bring hip-hop and rap back to when it was a battle of talent and not a contest to see who was able to find the most useless way to spend their way too easily made money! I salute you, Shawn Corey Carter, I salute you.

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin

This is anti-autotune, death of the ringtone
This ain’t for Itunes, this ain’t for sing-along
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain’t politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My rap’s don’t have melodies
This **** make jackers wanna go n commit felonies
Ah, get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I’m so Brooklyn
I know we facin a recession
But the music yall makin gonna make it the great depression
Ah, or your lack of aggression
Pull your skirt back down, grow a set men
Ah, ah.. nigga this just violent
This is death of autotune, ah moment of silence

la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…

Holdup, this ain’t a number 1 record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made this just for Flex n Mrs. C,
I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your blood clot crying
The kid the dog everybody dying

No lyin, your niggas’ jeans too tight
Your colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black four years straight,
I might bring back Versace shades,
This ain’t for Z100
Ye told me to kill yall to keep it 100
This is for Hot 9-7
The **** for clue for Khaled, for we the best n’
Nigga this **** violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence…

la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin

Holdup, this **** need a verse from Jeezy… ay!
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it
Get me foul to style on this
I just don’t need nobody to smile on this
You niggas singin too much,
Get back to rap you T-Pain’n too much
Ah, I’m a multi-millionaire
So how is it I’m still the hardest n-a here?
I don’t be in the project hallway
Talkin’ bout how I be in the project all day
That sounds stupid to me,
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me
Yeah, just get violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence

la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin


Magni Joensen

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