Dirty South

Le Dirty South (terme, qui aurait été prononcé et inventé pour la première fois par Outkast dans leur premier album) un sous-genre du rap, venu du Sud des USA (Georgie, Texas, Floride, Tennessee, ...) .

C'est un style
qui, contrairement à ce que beaucoup croient, n'est pas né avec le son de Lil' Jon, mais est vieux de plus d'une décennie.

Il a
réussi à développer un identité propre, très différente des deux grands styles de rap que sont le rap West Coast et le rap East Coast.

Il reflèt
e la "culture" du Sud des États-Unis : des clubs de strip-tease d'Atlanta (le son dirty south est en grande partie destiné au dancefloor) jusqu'au blues (que David Banner, entre autres, mélange à son rap).

De très nomb
reux clips Dirty South mettent en avant une imagerie du Sud facilement reconnaissable (grillz, sizzurp, calice, voitures modifiés, villes noires et pauvres de campagne,...).

DJ Screw
(RIP) est l'inventeur d'une pratique aujourd'hui très répandue dans le son du Sud qui consiste à créer des remix de chansons dirty south en les ralentissant ("chopped and screwed"). D'après certains ce type de son a été crée sous l'effet du sizzurp (boisson qui est constituée d'un mélange de sirop pour la toux et d'alcool ou de jus de fruit).

Le son Dirty South
est très difficile à caractériser, car il comprend de nombreux sous-genres. Cependant, on peut définir quelques éléments qui reviennent souvent dans ce type de rap : la batterie très artificielle du crunk, l'accent sudiste, les flow nonchalants (Lil Flip, Paul Wall, ...) ou hurlés (Pastor Troy, David Banner, Lil Jon,...), les syllabes allongées, les cuivres, un certain style de chant (tel qu'on peut l'entendre sur certaines chansons de Outkast),...

L
e rap sudiste contient à présent des leaders comme Scarface et son groupe des Geto Boys pour la ville de Houston , Master P et ses frères (Silkk the Shocker & C-Murder) de TRU avec les artistes de Cash Money Records (Juvenile, B.G. , Turk, Lil Wayne , Big Tymers) pour La Nouvelle-Orléans, et nouvellement Ludacris, T.I , Young Jeezy pour Atlanta.

Certains puriste
s du rap critiquent très ardemment ce son du Sud pour ses sonorités très dépouillées et ses lyrics crus.

Le
"Crunk" (né à Memphis) est un sous-genre du sous-genre du Dirty South , de même que la Bounce Music en Nouvelle Orléans et la Trap Music à Atlanta.
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# Posté le vendredi 07 septembre 2007 04:41

DMX

Earl Simmons (née le 18 décembre, 1970) à Baltimore, Maryland sous le nom de DMX est un rappeur américain et acteur apparu durant les anes 1990.

Sa vie

Earl Simmons est à Baltimore, Maryland, il a deux enfants. Son père quitta sa famille quand il était très jeune. Il est scolariet reste à l'internat à Yonkers, New York. Il commenca à rapper à l'âge de 13 ans et fait du beatbox, Simmons se procura un nom DMX ensuite sous le nom de Human DMX. Plus tard il a adaple nom "Dark Man X"

DMX
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# Posté le vendredi 07 septembre 2007 04:58

Modifié le lundi 25 février 2008 11:59

Sleep

LYRICS

Tupac ft. chamillionaire & young buck


(Chorus: Tupac)

Don't
fall asleep
You can get
your cash on nigga if you peep
Other niggas c
lose there eyes seeing dreams in they sleep
Bu
t don't fall a sleep
Do
n't fall asleep
You ca
n get your cash on

(Ve
rse One: Tupac)

Pictur
es of plenty
Sippin' m
y glass full of Henny
H
ands on my Semi -
- Au
tomatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact
Cause I'm live I multiply
Soon as I open fire

Niggas die with open e
yes
Scared to take a na
p
It's a trap
A long m
aze
Dreamin' of gettin
g stacks
Makin' scratch
the wrong way
What son
g says
We murder mothe
rfuckas daily
Black out

Blow the the track ou
t
My lyrics never fail
me
I inhale strong weed

Then release the stre
ss
Deliver the bomb shi
t from the East to West
Like Yayo
Niggas pull
out
When I say so
Com
mence to poppin'
Mothe
rfuckers copy it's fatal
Efficiently I delete
and flee
The art of war
living sucka free
Get
with me
Mutherfuckers
just don't sleep

(Vers
e Two: Young Buck)

I'
m staring through my rear-view doing 'bout 90
T
he pedal to the metal
So I can't see what's behind me
Buckle up your
seat belt
Eyes on the
road
They know we ridin
g dirty got playa hiding Gold
They go down to
the projects, the clubs been closed
And then t
hey wonder why niggas braking down O's
I'm a r
unaway slave
You get it
nigga, off the chain
I
got that Thug Life shit running through my veins
And now they scared

They knowing that I've
been heaven sent
And y
eah we know the dop coming from the President
But look at us
We ain'
t got shit to lose
The
life we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes
In the Ghetto
Or
better yet home-sweet-home
This is the land o
f the free, but to me that's wrong
I'm on my w
ay to the White House
S
trapped with my heat
So
don't fall asleep
Com
e on nigga

(Chorus x2)


(Verse Three: Chamil
lionare)

They say that
the more they hate you
The more that it motiv
ates you
My minds set o
n crime, my mentals set on the paper
62 hours
and counting and I'm still awake
And they slip
ping me sleeping pill's with the will I break
B
roke niggas always telling you how to make your cash and just
So I ju
st stop listening and now my cash is up
Red dot
ted the media they always mad at us
I don't se
e them trying to mediate when they get they Gat's and bust
They just i
nstigating as soon as they get the tape, it's dropped
And my niggas l
ocked as soon as they get the case
Personally I
ain't tripping on all that rapping stuff
I'm
taking back my money counter's wasn't fast enough
Yup
I got a couple
problems
And none of t
hem is money
and preten
d they love me and say they buddies
Sometimes
I want to mauve with the Ruger
Kill ya like Fr
eddie Kruger
These nigh
tmare's just ain't as bloody
The media they al
ways asking me what my passion is (And)
Money
talks to I always have voice to answer this
I c
an't relax cause it's like I'm a fetty activist
See me on T.V never a
mattress

(Chorus repe
ated till end)

Don't g
o to sleep nigga
Don't
close your eyes
Don't
go to sleep
Sleep baby

# Posté le vendredi 07 septembre 2007 06:44

sittin sideway's

LYRICS

Paul Wall ft Big pokey



[Chorus 2X]
Sittin' side
ways, boys in a daze
Sit
tin' sideways, boys in a daze
Sittin' sideways,
boys in a daze
On a Su
nday night I might bang me some Maze

[Paul Wal
l talking]
Swisha House,
Big Pokey and Paul Wall baby

[Paul Wall]
It's
the people's champ, I'm something like a baller
The candy paint dripp
ing off of the old school Impala
I'm with that
Big Bank Hank, that Poppi Joe and Box
Trunk bump
like chicken pox, turn the bass up just a notch
You see them blades c
hoppin', you see that trunk poppin'
Ho's that d
iss me in the club, the same ho's in the parking lot boppin'
They see m
e in the Jag, acting bad with T Ferris
Open mou
th and showcase ice, and you gon' see about 20 karats
I'm what they do
, you on 5-9 double O
In
the Tahoe on 24's, I'm the truth, I got that glow
I'm out that Swisha
House with Archie Lee and Couda Bang
Sittin' si
deways on swang, the candy paint dripping off the frame
You see me act
ing bad, I'm showing out and pulling stunts
Say
cheese and show my fronts, it's more carrots/karats than Bugs Bunny's lunch
It's Paul Wall ba
by, I got it made
I got
a cup full of that oil, and I'm paid plus I'm sittin' sideways

[Chorus
]

[Paul Wall]
What it
do
I'm on the block post
ed up like a mailbox
Sl
anging licks on the grind, putting money in my socks
A legend in the ho
od for gold grills and poppin' seals
A icon on
the mic for showcasing my verbal skills
I'm in
the club posted up with some gang bangers
Still
flipping the old school candy Cadillac on swangers
I got a styrofoam w
hite cup full of that drank
Looking for that da
nk, my hustle game sharp as a shank
Big bank ta
ke little bank, 84's and candy paint
Trying to
find some "Honey Love" my macking game is top rank
These ho's peeping
me, ill hustling on the side
Eavesdropping my c
onversation, trying to figure which car I drive
I'm on the scene strapp
ed up like I was bungee jumping
Hit the corner
you hear me bumping
Look
at that cold grill and woman
The trunks popped
up, my music screwed and chopped
I'm the undis
puted king of the parking lot, I'm sittin' sideways

[Chorus]

Big Pokey


Maybe O.J's, ho's be going crazy when they see me
Sittin' sideways
on them 24's
Watch ya h
o, watch ya money, watch ya clothes
Single wome
n's out the mold, glidin' like a ice skater
Moto
r like a snot nose
Suic
ide drop doors, mono blocks, chop mold
Customiz
ed deck, cause the mono block stock lows
Sensei
, Don Key, Paul Wall in the place
Heads up when
you see us, we gon' put it in ya face
?? scout
in' together when I blaze
Boys smell lemon haze
, I ain't the nigga to settle
I'm that dude wit
h the metal, that get hot as a kettle
From mess
ing 'round with some cat that ain't got it together
Flossing, breaking
of the intersection, crossing
Three-wheelin' ac
ting a iz-ass on them Bosses
S.U.C. in the door
, M.O.B. on the place
Pu
ll up in the driveway leanin' and I'm sittin' (I'm sittin')

[Chorus]
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
Sittin' sidewa
ys, boys in a daze
Sitti
n' sideways, boys in a daze
On a Sunday night I
might bang me some Maze

# Posté le vendredi 07 septembre 2007 06:50

sittin sideway's *video*

Paul Wall Ft. Big Pokey

# Posté le vendredi 07 septembre 2007 09:35