False Light: Jay Z, Black Ice, and materialism guarded by the Fashion Police

I like lyrics via sound play: The way you slow down and speed your flow, and the way you emphasize some words over others, is key to getting across a message.

Jay-Z does this the best; that said, his content isn't where it used to be. It seems "Hova" gave us prophecy on his first joint [Reasonable Doubt], and then HE -- not us (public/masses) -- "lamed out." Is the self-entitled god of rap a false one? I want an encore, Jay, but one that goes back further than club bangers and typical braggadocio content. But I am not a hater; no, they got it twisted -- Like slam poet/emcee Black Ice says "when you're negative you're positive/ and when you're positive you're called a hater." The music industry pumps out materialism and fame like it is everyday and normative, according to Black Ice's testament. Black Ice may very well be the best out there right now, as far as content and style goes -- check_him_out...

Therefore, if you don't push big cars and if you don't have front row seats against the Knicks and Nets - if you are not "Spike'd out" then you are not normal, it seems, and you must change that by any means necessary. That is false prophecy, Jay.

-- Anyway, his sense of sound that comes out in his lyrics nevertheless is next to none: the way he emphasizes some words; the way he speeds up and slows down his flow; the way he breaks down words in syllables; the way he enjambs words...

"res-pir-ators/ for killin my best boy/ haters." ~ Lucifer

And so, I am swagger jacking Jay's sense of sound, but I want to put or install different content underneath that style; content that I think resonates with the real and authentic everyday. -- Anyway, Sean Carter sat at the feet of Jaz O's delivery style....


Let there be
lights cam_er_a action.
(And there was.)
in this world_the new you is got by fash_ion.
So you better be rockin the right wear otherwise be_ware;
the fashion police is doin rounds
and you might just be found
guility, if the kicks are dusty.
You don’t wanna hear that “click” sound trust me.
Now your behind bars, too many faux paus;
you were tryin to be you when you shoulda been tryin to be a star
now ur shot down, but when you get out you can go shop now --
how, how the fuck do we come to this conclusion?
even when.. towers fall and thousands die, they tell us to go shopping?
The gods of today tell us to consume at all costs
so when your_ soul is sick.. change clothes_ and bear that fash_ion_able cross.