A FURTHER WORD ON THOSE JAY-Z LYRICS

Over recent years, one of the most disheartening behaviors of the left has been to treat Black people as inferior beings, and then sell them the ridiculous premise that they are helping them out by doing so.

For years, we have seen it in the Voter ID issue – where Black people are told, in so many words, that they are less capable of getting a Voter ID than non-Black people.  And we are seeing it in the acceptance, even praise, for the kind of lyrics spewed by jay-z and others, who have made major fortunes by celebrating the lowest of low-down street-thug life.

In a previous blog this morning, I put up the lyrics of a jay-z “song”.  I have done this for other songs by jay-z in the past.  And he is far from the only “artist” whose lyrics portray the same thing.

What is the wholesale use of words like “nigga”, “mothafucka” “fuck” and “shit” in these “songs” supposed to communicate to their listeners?  What are they supposed to communicate about what is acceptable, even second-nature, to the primarily Black audience they are aimed at?

Could this possibly be more insulting to Black people?  Could it possibly portray Black people in a more negative light?

Do you doubt that racists – I mean hardline White supremacists, klan members, etc.  – are thrilled by the “music” we’re talking about?

Think about it.  What would a ku klux klan member say about lyrics like these?

Would he/she say something like “See, we told you this is what they are.  You can call us anything you want, but you can’t deny that they say the the same thing about themselves.  Listen to the words of what they dance to.  Even Obama and his wife.  They can’t speak english, all they do is curse and all they live for is basketball and sex”.  We’ve been telling you this for years and years and you wouldn’t listen.  But now you know”.

And the saddest part?  Consider who is providing the opening for racists to say these things.

It is not just the purveyors of this filth and not just the Black fans who have no problem with its message, (not all Blacks by any stretch, I’m relieved to note).  It is also our media.

That’s right.  Our media – who, for all the years this garbage has festered out there, have said virtually nothing negative about it.

Let me make my earlier point a second time:  if you were a racist who saw Black people as inferior beings, what would you do differently than this?  What would you say about the sick, low-down demeaning, humiliating messages this “music” celebrates?  What message would it convey to you?

I don’t have the words to tell you how much I wish what I just wrote were not so.  But things are as they are.  And I can only hope against hope that, one day in the near future, enough people of good will become sick enough of this affront to Black people that they rise up against it.

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  • Start Me Up
    The Rolling Stones
    If you start me up
    If you start me up I’ll never stop
    You can start me up
    You can start me up I’ll never stop
    I’ve been running hot
    You got me ticking going to blow my top
    If you start me up
    If you start me up I’ll never stop
    Never stop, never stop, never stop
    You make a grown man cry
    You make a grown man cry
    You make a grown man cry
    Spread out the oil, the gasoline
    I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
    Start it up
    If you start it up
    Kick on the starter
    Give it all you got, you got, you got
    I can’t compete with the riders in the other heats
    If you rough it up
    If you like it, I can slide it up
    Slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
    Don’t make a grown man cry
    Don’t make a grown man cry
    Don’t make a grown man cry
    My eyes dilate, my lips go green
    My hands are greasy
    She’s a mean, mean machine
    Start it up
    Start me up
    Ah, give it all you got
    You got to never, never, never stop
    Slide it up, baby, just slide it up
    Slide it up, slide it up, never, never, never
    You make a grown man cry
    You make a grown man cry
    You make a grown man cry
    Ride like the wind at double speed
    I’ll take you places that you’ve never, never seen
    If you start it up
    Love the day when we will never stop, never stop
    Never, never, never stop
    Tough me up
    Never stop, never stop
    You, you, you make a grown man cry
    You, you made a dead man come
    You, you made a dead man come
    Songwriters: Mick Jagger / Keith Richards

  • Funny but I was just thinking about this topic last weekend, when I happened to hear the great Nat King Cole sing “That Sunday, That Summer.” In that song he seems to be trying to work up the nerve to kiss the girl he’s singing about. So decent and wholesome. I also looked up the lyrics to current rap “music,” and I had to ask myself…what happened to us?

    • I waver between Cole and Frank Sinatra on who is the greatest male pop singer this country ever produced. If Cole comes in a close second, it’s probably because he died at the age of 45, leaving Sinatra with 37 more years of music to rate him on.

      I think my favorite Nat King Cole recording is the introduction to Stardust – Hoagie Carmichael’s masterpiece, so magnificent that the introduction alone, without the main part of the song, could be recorded by itself.

      Additional note: a quick revision to that comment about Stardust. The version that I am thinking of has the entire song. But it has also been truncated to where the introduction alone is played and the rest is not.

      Want to hear it? No problem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjU6ZjrQulc

      • That was very nice, thanks for the link.

        Another favorite of mine was Sammy Davis Jr., who could sing with the best of them. If I had to pick one all time favorite I would choose Sinatra, not because of his voice so much but I always liked his persona. Living my whole life in a very rural part of Minnesota I always got a kick out of that New York swagger.

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