Because some things just don't need to be said. There are no words so it's unspoken in a sense... Almost like reading between the lines ... It's not what is said... But what isn't said... It's a general interpretation and the people that it is meant for understand it right away without explanation. It's felt. It's experienced. Every action is instinct and not over- thought. This is something the Internet and Google could never teach you. You might have artist you relate to... But never underestimate any artists ability to reach people. There is always someone out there who can relate and communicate without using common means.
So please tell me how this relates to anything that was "rapped" on this thread. All I see is a bunch of random useless nonsense thrown together to make it sound like someone's hard when they're really not. Literally all that's been "rapped" seems to me is a dick sizing competition
It's about the bars and word play... Wow my man... Spend more time in the culture. The fact that you are acting like that and asking so many questions... Tells it all.
No one is trying to sound "hard" it is a CYPHER for crying out loud. Most, if not all, cyphers are composed of a bunch of random "nonsense". The purpose of a cypher is to show lyrical skill regardless of the topic or concept. I can almost garuantee you that there are NO "conscious" cyphers. If there are then there are very FEW. Your lack of knowledge on what a CYPHER is and what it consists of shows that you know nothing of what you are talking about and just trying to sound like some rap "guru". Just stop it bro lmao. No need to try to seem like a big shot on a game. No one cares about your little rant noob.
"Sizing competition". That is EXACTLY the point, COMPETITION. As in, rapping to see who has the better BARS not spoken word poems on how rough life is or "world problems. Congrats, NOW you get it. Lmao
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