Category Archives: Music

Analysis of Gucci Mane’s “Iced Out Bart”

gucci mane bart necklace

Gucci Mane Bart necklace

Today hip hop artists not only boast about their riches, but also insert instances of self-critique and awareness of the absurdity of this lavish lifestyle and explicit self-aggrandizing.   By calling himself Gucci Mane LaFlare (see image below), he takes possession of the word “man” and alters it to still denote himself as a man, but also to create his own language and dialect and set himself apart from other “men.”  His choice of using the elite brand name “Gucci” conveys a high class status.  He adds LaFlare to add “umph,” spectacle, and reference French, a language considered to be romantic and civilized.  This in conjunction with the “incorrect” spelling of “man” (Mane) could be said to set a contradiction between the aristocratic, exotic, and the street lifestyle.  Gucci, his short name, conveys a high financial and social status.

Gucci Mane’s company is called So Icey Entertainment.  He has incorporated the onomatopoeia word “Burr” (an alteration of BRRR) to describe the sound one utters when one gets the chills when confronted with Gucci Mane’s jewelry which looks and often feels cold, like ice.  “Burrr” is also meant to freeze the viewer in his tracks from amazement at the sight of such riches and images.  Furthermore, Gucci has recently branded himself with a tattoo of an ice cream cone on his cheek to reference the chill.  While it’s possible to associate the shine that bling produces with a heat generating entity like the sun or star, he usually opts to interpret the shine as icy cold.  Gucci does not conceal his fixation on money and wealth and talks about it in his songs as well as interviews saying that he has a money chasing habit.  He personifies the idea of money.  By embodying a belief in the power of money, in the idea that “money is everything” and “it’s all about the money” he attempts to show us that in our capitalistic society, money matters more than anything, and possibly hints at the fact that we see and value each other in terms of financial status and the potential in financial gain.  His goal seems to be so that when people look at him, they see “money” before they see Radric Devonte Davis.

This idea is supported in his songs such as “Iced Out Bart.”  This song also exemplifies the idea of compensatory consumption since Gucci buys a necklace of a cartoon character to fulfill the desire for love or affection in this song.  In “Iced Out Bart” Gucci says, “I got an iced out Bart where my heart used to be,” and follows by reciting several times, “A iced out Bart where my heart used to be.”  This is followed by “I scratch off on a bitch, it’s nothing to me.”  In a later verse Gucci begins by saying, “I got an iced out Bart where my heart at,” and goes on to have a self-aggrandizing conversation with himself about his jewelry, only once asking his producer what his ring is called, and then alludes to a problem with his ex-girlfriend, and telling us she is mad because he “hit” (can mean to have sex or literally hit) her friend, warns us to watch out because “your girlfriend Nicole next” and explains it by reminding us that he has “an iced out Bart where his heart at,” so his actions may be brutal and unsympathetic.

Interestingly, according to Wikipedia “Bart Simpson’s character traits of rebelliousness and disrespect for authority have been compared to that of America’s founding fathers, and he has been described as an updated version of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, rolled into one.  In his book Planet Simpson, Chris Turner describes Bart as a nihilist, a philosophical position that argues that existence is without objective meaning, purpose, or intrinsic value” (Bart Simpson).

What Gucci is talking about in this and other songs is his total understanding of what purpose bling serves in our society, his awareness of extreme materialism, and strive to gain materialistic things which serve no intrinsic purpose outside of the role they play in society, his narcissism, how lonely he is inside, and that this has partly been brought about through his hard work ethic and thus little free time to develop his other sides.  He mostly has a conversation with himself in this song only twice uttering something to his producer.  This monologue takes place within his own head as nobody responds to his questions or thoughts giving us a sense of a detached insular world; the recording studio closed off from the world.  His recitation of “I got an Iced out Bart,” serves to comfort and to reassure as well as frighten him about his loneliness and coldness.  As if, well, I still got this expensive little character I wear around my neck, and that’s for sure.  But, but I have no heart because bling took its place.  He is telling us as well as himself how this bling is useless, but what is one to do in a world where it is valued?  He makes us aware that the world’s relationship to materialistic symbols of status is necessary but has no explainable meaning.  We cannot undo our human nature and agree to throw out our bling, because we need it.  But already knowing our intentions, purpose, and process of achievement, we are merely repeating something; we are doing it because it is the thing to do, and because we have no other choice but to do this thing.  But this awareness is fruitless and like Bart, nihilistic.


Hip-hop is dangerous. Hip-hop is political. Hip-hop is rebellion. Long Live Hip-Hop!

The primal quality of rap is extremely relevant in todays society as it allows people to imagine, or actually express and get in touch with their subconscious desires which our “civilized” culture has successfully taught us to repress.

Our subconscious desires (mainly survival, and fear) as Freud studied drive our actions.  However these desires can be very irrational or can operate irrationally, and lead us to irrational actions and feelings which can be very dangerous to the self and especially others and if unleashed can cause destructive chaos.  This is the fear that many hip-hop haters (I’m picturing parents and older generation) have.  They fear, perhaps rightfully so, that allowing these locked up inner desired to surface would destroy the status quo, cause chaos, and turn human beings back to their ancestral roots; animals.  All civilized masks would disappear and we would cease to be actors or exercising accepted and appropriate social norms and etiquettes and simply express our raw primal feelings including violence, physical aggression towards enemies, overt verbal and physical sexual advances, and hatred. 

What I like about this is that essentially, if humans were to act on their true inner desires, they would become completely honest with each other, and not repress anything.  The more aristocratic classes in our society are the least overtly barbaric/animalistic, and tend to conform to professional social rules and etiquette which are in place to maintain order and productive business.  The poor, however live in conditions that are closer to the survival of the fittest, and fight or flight environment.  They always feel threatened.

Repression is a necessity for the safety and contentness of the majority.  The government must implement a political philosophy that accounts for the repression of people just enough to keep them comfortable.  People’s individual unique feelings and desires must be repressed in order to maintain control, safety, and a steady or growing economy and repression is necessary for business and the capitalistic/consumer system.  It is the role of businesses to manipulate people’s minds so that people transfer these inner desires to products or other harmless things rather than allow people to express them otherwise.  But “order in the streets, leads to chaos in our minds.”  I believe the more ordered our world becomes, the more we crave the unexpected, the chaotic, and the more we crave and are potentially susceptible to the ideas and values of hip-hop.

NWA, Wu-Tang, Lil-Wayne, Waka Flocka, and numerous other rap artists get us in touch with our subconscious drives and remind us that we have them and what they are.  They rap about killing the enemy, power, fighting the system and pro-creation in a very crude, irrational, raw, barbaric way.  Hip-hop is dangerous.  Hip-hop is political.  Hip-hop is rebellion.  And because the system of consumerism and capitalism and the order they rely on will only get more systematic and fine tuned, I believe, and hope that Hip-hop is here to stay!  We just need to continue finding and popularizing good hip-hop artists.  I think hip-hop will only die when we have given up the hope and accepted that changing our systematic repressive culture is impossible.   Or if it does bring about change, and the idea of systematic repressive environment becomes a thing of the past.

PS. i touched on this topic in this post

Lil Wayne Concert August 13th 2011

Lil wayne concert, and most other concerts

The lil wayne concert in Chicago was truly an epic moment.  To me, it was a pilgrimage.  It was the first concert that I sought out and bought tickets to.  I’ve been to concerts before, and to summerfest, but I usually went to spend time with friends, and or get drunk and be amongst the young, intoxicated, impenetrable nightlife crowd more-so than actually listen to the music.   Although I’ve been to summerfest a few more times than is useful (none this year though), I don’t remember many concerts, and anyways I’m not usually a fan of concerts in general.  (most live concerts I attend I don’t even face the stage, I just talk with friends and watch the illuminated bodies, limbs and heads behind me yell and wave at the band while my back is to the stage.)  And afterwards my friends ask me what I thought of the concert and I just tell them that “I don’t know, I wasn’t listening,” or I say, “it was ok, but it’s no lil wayne.”

So August 13th, 2011 was a different experience.  I felt I not only witnessed, but participated in history in the making.  Yes, I believe a lil wayne concert is a historic event.  When I’m an old creepy man this is the story I’ll tell to little odd children that sit next to me on my bench.   I’ll become known as the “old guy who tells the same story about a lil wayne concert.”

So here was a guy (Wayne) who actually commanded my attention (and not only my attention) more than any girl in the audience that night.  I mean most concerts, girls attract my attention more than the music, but it really is something when you can attract a straight guy’s attention more than a pretty girl.  (Does this mean I’m not that straight?)

Description of the concert.

First up was keri hilson.  She’s good, she’s cool.  Next was Dick Ross featuring 100 extra pounds of fat that creates an illusion of a Mafioso tough guy character, which his skills do not warrant in the rap game.  When he came on I took a seat in my chair, and watched dark masses go wild above me, and laughed internally when I heard the girl next to me recite all the lyrics of his song.  Did she know the lyrics of one of Rick Ross’s obscure songs because she was black? And he was black?  Because I couldn’t think of what would compel someone to learn the lyrics of one of Rick Ross’s obscure songs other than because they sense some kind of illusory relation to this artist (skin color) because the musical quality certainly doesn’t warrant such dedicated fans.  He’s lucky.

Then I emptied my bladder in preparation for lil wayne.  There was a line to the mens.  I asked the guy ahead if he’s been to a lil wayne concert, and he said he has been 4 times.  There was a girl in the bathroom waiting for someone to roll a joint or something, and I’m guessing every 10th guy commented on her being in the men’s.  Then I bought another beer and went to my seat.  Timely, lil wayne came on and there was a humongous roar from the crowd, and I almost yelled so hard my eyes closed and I barely saw him.  Lil wayne performed a lot of his best songs, including a few from his No Ceilling mixtape.  I was amazed to say the least.  He said some things in between a song or two about jail time.  Then some bridge was lowered and he sang on it.  I think he also did “lollipop.”  Towards the end some others came on stage, including Birdman.  Wayne asked the crowd to cheer for one more song, and they did, and he gave us one more song.

It’s really hard to see something for what it is the first time you look, especially if you are overly excited for it.  Because I almost remember myself singing and cheering more than the actual songs.  If I see him again, I think I’ll be able to overcome my excitement and pay more attention to the music.

Fans and Tragedy/Questions

I couldn’t settle with the amount of people that were there.  I mean it was a testament to what he has created.  He created armies in numerous cities around the world that will bow down to him and follow him, and listen to him.  It started with a small cult, and grew to such unstoppable proportions.  To think: how many people’s ears has he convinced and conquered?   This was a profound, yet tragic moment for me.   I realized again, what a feat he has completed, and how immensely hard it will be for me to do the same with my craft.  The most tragic recurring thought that goes through my head, is that visual art cannot accomplish this feat.  Very few artists, if any have been able to create work that has figured out the issue of art in a system of consumerism, democracy, and mindless masses.  Very few works of art appeal to both acclaimed critics and casual enthusiasts, and very few works function anywhere outside of a white cube space.  And also tragic because how do you move on after witnessing the epitome of what you aspire to be?  What do you do when you come back to the studio the next day? 

These are horrific thoughts and feeling that I have to overcome.  Really, it won’t be easy.  But I must somehow get over this concert, and maybe over lil wayne in general.  I don’t know.  I don’t know.

Best rapper alive

Still, I really feel lucky that I got to be at this concert.  At the point of his career where he could start making nothing but mediocre work from now on.  I wish I got to see him two years ago, when he was in his prime.  Everything from him now might be “post-fact.”

Towards the end of the concert he took the mic and said straightforwardly: my name is Weezy and I am the best rapper alive.  And I loved this.  I love that some people hate this, because it comes across as egotistic.  But is it egotistic if one really is the best rapper alive?  Or is it just truth.  The same way some people proclaim themselves as black belt karate or “professional” photographers.  That’s just his title: Best rapper alive; it’s not much of a boast.

lyrics to above song

Waka Flock Flame, the Artist’s Role, & In Defense of Violence in Rap pt. 2

In recent time I’ve come to accept a wider array of very explicit vulgar gansta-rap. I’ve been a fan of Crucial Conflict for some time, but recently I really started to appreciate Waka Flocka and the likes who are kind of the underdogs in the genre that focus on exaggerating and glorifying the disgusting cruelties of violently raunchy, masculine dirty street/gang life. It’s easy to dismiss this type of music as silly and useless, but I feel that on the contrary it serves a crucial role of bringing awareness to issues regarding problems of the bad parts of town. By showing and often exaggerating killers and gangster’s mentalities in Waka Flocka Flame’s Bustin’ At ‘Em: “Shoot first, ask questions last. That’s how these so called gangsta’s last.” He precedes the song with this dangerously scary motto as a warning to anyone who thinks of messing with him, or the subculture he represents. “Ain’t no talkin’ homie, I’m jus’ bustin’ at ’em.” By showing a corrupted way of thinking it brings awareness to the values and conditions of this subculture, which creates discourse and thus opens the doors for possible political and social change. His songs are about as scary to me as terrorists, and I would never feel compelled to actually hang out with such groups of people. But, the more vulgar and urgent it is the more the song will call people to thought and action; the more seriously they will be taken…

In Waka’s other song “O Lets Do it,” he asserts that he influences “drug dealin’ music.” And I think this is great, because it creates so much social and political fear of “this music/these people.” Partially it propagates criminal and racial problems even further because Waka isn’t really proposing any solution, but somewhere between matter of factly and proudly acknowledging his effect on our society which is hauntingly unsettling. (But still beautiful). Nevertheless, his music preaches a certain camaraderie among his dogs (friends and close ones) He claims that he will rob kill etc. for his homies in “This is For My Dogs.” This is a very romantic idea, that shares similarity with numerous other classical plays, movies, songs books where the protagonist promises to do anything for his significant other.

Now, for the uber-cool art nerds, I want to throw in a contemporary art comparison: Santiago Serra. His work questions the morality of capitalism, arguing that degrading actions are not unethical in a capitalistic society because the people that are being degraded are being fairly compensated for their degradation, and they all participated voluntarily. I don’t know when he started doing these pieces, if it was before hip-hop started or after, but nevertheless the two share similar philosophies.

Lastly, I want to throw in one of my favorite quotes about art:

“Artists don’t solve problems; they create them.”

And I think that it is important for us, artists, to continue to cause as many problems and as big of problems as possible, whether they relate to violence, gender issues, or economic beliefs, and let the “other” people deal with or solve them. We cannot get caught up in ethical debates surrounding our own work. Ethical or not, we must put it out there, and let others decide. These other people need this, and it’s a strong, if not the only way to initiate change.

I think artists should continue to exploit their reality even if its absolutely repulsively cruel. Because without doing so, I don’t think people can become aware of their realities, in order to form opinions about it or initiate change.

I also think the popularity of this music indicates people’s repression, particularly that of violence, and power that I feel is prevalent in American culture. It seems manifesting these repressed themes can only be expressed through art because their expression even in minor forms is increasingly controlled and socially unacceptable. I don’t think its merely violence that is increasingly controlled, but other social standards and behaviors as well.

The Song Remains the Same

Recently, I’ve been thinking about (again) how inevitable some things are in our world. Like how inevitable that parents play a parental role, children are forced to respond by playing the children role, politicians play the role of a puppet, outsiders see the world as if they are outsiders, and consequently insiders treat outsiders like they cant be insiders. These relationships don’t go away and one feeds off the other in a never-ending pattern. Waka Flocka’s subject matter in rap has existed for probably over 30yrs now. There were rappers 10 yrs ago, 20 and 30 yrs ago that rapped threatening lyrics about ghetto and gangsta life. People responded in different ways, but some people respond with fear and feel like waging a war on gansta rap to not let their children hear it etc. So I don’t know if this music has brought about practical change.

Nevertheless, rappers attempt to keep making this music that should in theory initiate change. Perhaps it is our political system that doesn’t allow for change once the doors for change have opened. So here in 2010-11 Waka Flocka is bringing awareness to an issue. But I don’t think that change will ever come unless the political system or some systematic way of life and law and beliefs is altered. So I feel his voice will continue to be looked down upon by people who dismiss his music as violent garbage that ruins our country, and he will inevitable stick to creating more violent songs, because that’s the only way he knows how. And I think that even if he is aware that he isn’t bringing about change, I believe that he must continue to do what he does. This is what the system asks of him, and he seems to be a good candidate for that role that keeps the system going. Unfortunately, I don’t know if him taking up that role or rejecting it has any effect on the functioning of the system.

In Defense of Vulgar Gangsta Rap

Some people view gangsta rap negatively because it is catchy and it promotes sex, drugs and violence amongst youth in America.  And I would say the same, except I would say this in praise rather than in assault on rap.  I know it makes me have sexual, violent, and drug taking urges, and from working in an inner city school, I can see that that’s one of it’s effects on young kids today.  But unlike concerned teachers and parents I defend and even applaud rap music for this (as long as I never encounter it personally).  I think this is evidence of one of the philosophies of rap and hip-hop taking form, particularly gangsta rap.  In other words these rap artists have decided to stop fighting unfairness, corruption, and “the man,” with their own hands and feet, and decided to create something that would instigate a much larger group of other people to do it for them, while becoming famous and making tons of money doing it, all of which gives them a more powerful voice.  If rap can create an army of young rebels to cause friction to the system—any system, be it the school system, political system, our social expectations for sexual expression, or social acceptance of drugs, etc. then those artists’ hands need to be shaken (as artists) because they really did their job.  They created an army to challenge and fight the status quo.  Sure many of these kids aren’t creating any new solutions for the roots of these problems, but it’s still honorable, and needed for someone out there to simply, to cause friction for the system, so that the system becomes self-conscious or aware of itself.  Because once the system starts to reflect on itself this will lead to change, and new solutions.  Of course I don’t want my kids to be like that, but I do want someone’s kids to be like that, and frankly that’s what’s going to help cause change as dangerous as it sounds.

It’s a pretty clever way to fight the man, or the system if you think about it.  It works well with how commercialized rap has become in our capitalist society.  The rapper sells his music to “the Man,” and “the Man” sells his music to the public.  He is essentially selling weapons against himself, and negative propaganda, but he will do this no matter what values the music preaches as long as he can get rich doing it. And if he doesn’t do it, the next man will.  So really it’s him that’s making the choice, but someone making the choice to release this danger into our society at such a scale is inevitable.  It’s great though that he sells something that he is probably in complete opposition to.  Whether rappers think about it like this or not doesn’t matter, what matters is how their music functions and what philosophy it creates or fits under.  Perhaps it went beyond punk rock in terms of figuring out how to become part of the system and exploit it, rather than completely reject it.

Drug References and Glorification of Drugs in Hip-Hop

Talking about drugs in hip-hop songs has been around since the start of the genre, since drugs were very much a part of more inner city hip-hop artist’s lives.  Although some artists condemn the use and sale of drugs, many and if not most today glorify the drug culture—that of the dealer, and the consumer.  I wondered why this glorification of the drug culture is so prevalent in todays hip-hop.  There are several reasons.


First, hip-hop is listened to in clubs and nightlife venues, where people go to celebrate something.  It is a party atmosphere so naturally people want to hear about drugs and intoxication.  I also think that we live in quite celebratory times, unlike in the past.  We celebrate everything, and celebration is basically necessary.  For example, concerts are usually just celebrations of the band; we have easy access to their often much better versions of the songs than those performed by most bands live, and anyways people don’t usually go to actually listen to the music.  Art openings are just parties too in honor of Art foremost, and somewhere succeeding it, the artist him/herself.  All kinds of organizations hold galas to raise money, which is essentially an exclusive party.  Parties and nightlife is an escape from your daily activities such as work.  The darkness of the club and the night lets you transform into your other self that you don’t show in the daytime, and makes it easier to feel not self-conscious in the dark.  It being after normal work hours which means there is a different set of rules and expectations.  Mostly the rules and professional interaction between people is ideally tossed out the door.   Essentially, nightlife is a creative way to express your real and fantastical/imaginary inner personas.  You leave behind your reality at the door of the club/bar.  This escape from reality parallels the escape that drugs can provide.

Power and Rebellion

It is a metaphor for power and say.  Boasting that you sell a lot of drugs is basically raising your status; you become a person who everyone is in need of because you provide the good product for the party.  Hip hop started and has arguably always been by those and for those who feel unrepresented in their society at large, who’s status is diminished, and whose voice isn’t heard.  When you have drugs, people want to listen to you and it attracts attention.  Boasting about drugs is a call for attention.  The interesting thing about drugs in hip-hop is that philosophically it is about fucking the system.  It is about the poor who have a diminished voice in politics and really everything else, and who want to speak, the political/social system discourages this and the ability to successfully sell drugs is like saying ok if your not going to listen to me ten I’m going to do something you don’t want me to, because I don’t agree with you, and because I can!  Its about revealing the corruption of society, esp considering that people of all financial levels consume drugs, so selling it to white wall st bankers is a way to infiltrate and challenge the system.  And cocaine started as an expensive drug for the elite.  It also reveals the corruption in our society, and draws attention to the impoverished conditions in the inner city.


When a hip-hop artists song that is mostly about drugs and getting high hits number 1 on billboards charts, it in a way creates embarrassment for the leaders of our country, and is sort of a defeat of their beliefs, and in other words a victory of the people who don’t have much of a voice.

Interestingly, graffiti and tagging are too a significant part of the hip-hop way of life, because graffiti is again for the voiceless to express themselves in public, even if it be illegal, and their graffiti attests their existence.  It’s a way to evade and challenge the rules imposed by the more privileged people in power.

The more our society encourages a following of a set system that increasingly get more systematic, predictable, and boring the more we will seek an escape into a reality where these rigid rules and ways of life don’t apply.  This means the more we’ll want to hear about drugs in songs to provide us with a creative escape from mundane life.  We’ll turn into Japanese, except instead of cameras we’ll relish in drugs and drug-references.

What Hip-Hop is About

Hip-hop is as much about what is said as it is and perhaps even more so about the assertion of power and influence, which is why most hip-hop artists boast themselves and their power.  Before these artists can start talking about other things they must first prove to the world that they do in fact matter, and are in fact important. This is the triumph of hip-hop.  And oftentimes I hear people ask what a particular rap or hip-hop song is about and really its not so much about anything other than an expression of existence and importance of the voiceless and unprivileged.   Unfortunately, the success of Hip-Hop could be seen as a double-edged sword especially because it has been around for so long.  Because the influence and ubiquity of hip-hop is no longer questioned after being around for over 30 years.  Now, hip-hop artists have the power; they sort of don’t need to prove it, although many still feel they do and end up molding themselves to a preexisting way of making music, which often results in it being unauthentic.  This is why people are asking if hip hop is dead, and it very well might be on its way down not in terms of ubiquity, but in terms of quality and novelty, except for a few artists. Its like you’ve won the power to say things, but now what?

Why I Like Hip-Hop/Rap

Hip-hop is the most urgent form of expression.  The primal, sometimes brash quality of minimal vocabulary grabs and shakes you calling you to action.  Other styles of music can be urgent too, but they are too sophisticated because of the clutter of complete formal words and grammar, to be as urgent and have that all-inclusive potential for comprehension.  Also, in styles like punk and hard rock the guitar and other instruments plays an equal if not larger role than the lyrics, whereas in rap and hip-hop it mainly serves as the background.  This allows direct verbal communication with the listener so as to eliminate everything beside the message, and language, not music, is the most urgent and comprehensible way to express a thought or idea to a person.  The Hip-hop form also provokes and deals with the two basic motives of/in life: sex/power and death, often being a call or response to those basic elements.  Perhaps in this way it relates to everyone all the time, which could explain its popularity.  In this way it grabs you [by the balls?] and makes you feel alive, now!  It doesn’t exactly tell one what to do, what action to take, at least not in some everyday sense, but it doesn’t need to, and it wouldn’t be beautiful or fitting if it did.

Lil’ Wayne Analysis: Lyrics and Language

“Bitch, real Gs move in silence like lasagna” Get it?!  Brilliant. The ceaselessness of the allure of Wayne lies in his and his lyric’s paradoxical nature.  Just who is this guy?  What does he really stand for?  He intrigues so much with the catchy and shrewdly clever lyrics that the listeners delve to figure out the meaning of each line of his songs.  Then they begin to wonder just what it is they figured out about the song as a whole and how does each line relate to the song in its totality?  Just what is it that he is trying to say?

IN the end I think part of the allure and brilliance of his music is that on one hand he isn’t actually saying anything when you look at each song in its totality, there isn’t a clear message he is giving, he pushes spoken language and grammar  syntax and symantics to such a limit where it almost implodes on itself.  He pushes and exploits the nature of comprehension and language to explore spoken, and spoken vs written language and its structure itself.  His lyrics liberate language.  He incorporates random words and lines of thought that seem to be there simply to accomplish a rhyme or other poetic or rhythmic structure, but the amazing thing is they actually add to the content of the song.

He utilizes all kinds of figurative descriptors including onomatopoeia.  Notice the “pu” rhymes with too which illustrates how he intuitively and creatively constructs the lyrics.

got a sign on my dick that say “bad bitches only”
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
man I’m on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”

Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

here the silencer could refer to the woman who is sucking his “gun” (dick) and spits the cum out making the “pu” sound.

“Suck my clip, swallow my bullets and don’t you spit uuuuuuuuuuP.”

–“Steady Mobbin’”

Here “clip” sounds similar to clit.  And a gun is an overt reference to a penis especially considering he follows by saying there are bullets (semen) coming out.  He makes the gun into a sexual object representing of ultimate masculinity and power, orders one to suck it (almost as if begging for mercy), and horrifically finishes the line, as if it’s not gruesome enough, by demanding that they don’t “spit [the bullets/come] up,” which is an overwhelmingly dominating and degrading image.

Nevertheless each of these at once random and poignant lines drifts his consciousness into other fields of thought from which he pulls subsequent lines that have a connection to the previous ones.  We get to examine the way a brain handles and operates via language (sign system) in all of its idiosyncrasies and unexpected and other times expected connections between words.  Listening to Wayne is like examining someone’s raw drifts of consciousness in real time.  This is as unexplainable as the mysteries of the way the human brain works and why it makes the connections that it does.

In some songs he delivers loving thoughts about a special girl he is in love with.  In other songs if not the consequent verses, he completely reject his capacity to love “love is in the air I put on a gas mask.”   Or even one line to the next, “This rap game, I got my hands around this motherfucker/Yeah I said game but I ain’t playin’ around this motherfucker” His contradictions reveal the complexity of his philosophy, and make him interesting—you can’t quite figure him out from what he says.  Yet it all flows naturally, there is logic and each line or verse makes sense.  As one listens to his music, one gets lost in it–in the sense that our comprehension of his words and syntax is moments behind his delivery of them, and in the sense that we are lost wondrously in the stream of conscious rhythmic delivery.  In the end, the larger meaning of parts, and the whole amount to everything and nothing in the same song.  It is at once larger than life, and trivial.  I think this is a defining characteristic of great art.  It takes you on a journey that continues to make you wonder without arriving at a definite conclusion, yet you enjoy the ride, and you feel like you’ve learned something.  But in the end whatever you were looking at can from another perspective be completely trivial.  Sort of like the way Pollock’s work can be interpreted as simply a masturbatory documentation of a moment; as nothing of substance, yet on the other hand has inspired countless interpretations and puzzled people for decades.

The biggest reason that his music is a masterpiece is its resemblance of the essence of the greatest things in this world.  It is the essence of what it means to be, and to exist.  Everything in this world is simultaneously infinitely interesting and significant, yet at the same time meaningless; (completely the opposite).  The success of this element of his music is largely attributed to his incredible natural sense of flow—which is essential for a convincing rap song.  His thoughts are merely pouring from his mind and out his mouth, and yes he permits even ones that make you wonder where they came from.  It feels as if he doesn’t even censor or edit them.  This is something that 3rd rate rappers like Drake just can’t master.

His constant contradictions and paradoxes keep us on the edge of our feet and listening and wanting to hear more.  But he does not have a clear agenda.  He doesn’t lecture and preach.  Only in his worst songs does it feel that he simply wants to literally tell us his agenda.

I don’t think it’s legitimate to dismiss his lyrics as immature, or the majority of what rappers talk about as immature or unworthy of critical contemplation and philosophical discourse.  For example, this is a big philosophical question:

I’m crazy for being Wayne, or is Wayne just crazy?
–I  Can’t Feel My Face

It’s about identity, and the ethics of perusing an identity if it is not considered normal.  He’s takes a third person point of view disassociating himself from himself in the second part of the line referring to himself by his name.

Another contemplative question:

That’s too explicit, but why you listenin’? (Set this stage on fire)

Invitation to challenge him/double meaning:

Got beef homie I was just getting hungry
When you come bitch you better bring a army (Army Gunz)

Humorous personification:

Bullet find a home in ya arteries, pardon me (Army Gunz)

In “We takin’ over” remix he talks about family (daddy, Birdman) and how loyal he is to him.   He is owes his achievement to his father/mentor/supporter: Birdman.

“Who said I’ll be the one? Just my daddy.

Hello Hip-hop, I’m home, it’s your daddy.”

In previous lines as in the majority of the song he gives praise and thanks to his daddy (Birdman), and then throws in the line above, “hello Hip-Hop, I’m home, It’s your daddy.  The genre of Hip hop has been personified as a “bitch,” by hip-hop artists, (the most famous of which was Common in “I Used to Love H.E.R.”).  So here Wayne addresses the mother, hip-hop, telling her that he has arrived and also alludes to the fact that possibly he gave birth or re-birth to hip-hop.  That it’s now his daughter, or his bitch, depending how you interpret the meaning and syntax.

Also ends the song creatively saying “my flow just grew legs and walked out,” and the music cuts out sharply surprising the listener.

These are just a few of my favorite example of his lyrics, but really there are countless others.  What sets Wayne’s lyrics apart from other rappers is that they don’t allow you to easily come to terms with what he means; they are not literal, and oftentimes they can be interpreted in various ways.

Murakami, Lil’ Wayne, Warhol, Picasso: Motivation and creation.

This is Lil Wayne and the come is his music.   That’s Picasso, and that is my drawing from my “Drawing and Masturbating” series.


Or the top image is a portrait of Murakami/Warhol/Picasso, if we stick within the visual art references.

To me the connection is apparent, and shouldn’t be something revelatory.  Every piece of art that Takashi Murakami, Lil Wayne, me, Picasso, and any other artist creates is really, underneath the physical art object, the motive of power and sex all of which are inextricable from each other.  Each one of Murakami’s pieces is his offspring, which he took so much time and energy to create.  And he makes a lot of work just like lil wayne which infiltrates and impregnates our culture.  The two masters stand back and admire their offspring as they are being looked at, used, drooled over, celebrated, glorified and receive much attention.  Just like people enjoy impressing others with the accomplishments of their children.  The semen could symbolize this feverous creative energy just waiting to be released and splatted? Splattered? SplAtTTTerd?! onto the people of this world.

It is a worthwhile argument to say that music illustrates this theory perfectly because of its ability to be ubiquitous at the same moment, and thus impregnate more ears than a sculpture can.  (maybe a sculpture is like sex involving 2 people, and music can be like a mass orgy—like a concert). I think this is why music is so linked to sex even more directly than art.  Furthermore, music has a dominating power over the body.  It surrounds the body and the body cannot escape it and thus the body can respond through moving or dancing if it enjoys the music.  In addition, two people listening to music will hear it the same way whereas observing a painting is a more solitary activity because the whole of the painting is presented to you at once, and you cant synchronize the way your eye moves through it with the person next to you, whereas music unfolds sequentially which two people can (more or less) experience at the same time and place equally.  The plethora of tracks Lil Wayne makes, his drive to create says something about his sexuality/sex drive and his drive to exist.  More on his studio practice soon.

Lil’ Wayne is one of the greatest, if not the greatest artist/musician alive

Everyone in the field of creating things (like art, music, dance etc) should consider lil wayne—lil wayne as music | lil wayne as persona, | lil wayne as worker/creator, | lil wayne as innovator.  Even if you completely dislike his music, there is something to be learned from his studio practice as an artist/creator.  He is a force that has to be studied and learned from, and his proliferation should not be overlooked or dismissed.  He has achieved such widespread success that he now supersedes being relevant only within the music genre.

First of all, I want to apologize in advance of for spreading this propaganda glorifying Lil Wayne.  Wait, I take my apology back because I made a resolution to not apologize.  Ok, to the point:  there is nobody in the world who does “it” better than Lil Wayne.  Nobody is as masterful and prolific but more interestingly simply amazing at their music game (“it”) as Lil Wayne.  Not Lady Gaga, not Grizzley Bear, not the Red Hot Chili Peppers, not Foreigner, definitely not Drake, Rick Ross, Minaj, and not any other somewhat known non-mainstream musician/band.  Yes there are a number of musicians who are the best at making brilliant music within their genre, but they are not the best they could be; they haven’t reached or will not reach their potential.  There is no other musician that I can imagine who exists today, is exceptionally talented and dedicates so much time to their craft as Lil Wayne.  Yes there’s been others that compare to him (Led Zeppelin, Bob Dylan, Notorious BIG, Joy Division, Ippy Pop, Velvet Underground to name some.)  But aside from these, and a few others, nobody today breathes music like Wayne does.  By breathing music I mean having it be their life.  Like Mark Zuckerburger breathes facebook, his dear child, like Hugh Heffner breathes, whatever it is he breathes these days, and like Warhol breathed pop art.

Partly what inspired me to write this, and subsequent posts is I realized that not a day goes by when I don’t hear at least one Lil Wayne song.  I listen to him religiously, and increasingly so to the point where other artists are starting to simply not do it for me.  Most musicians become palette cleansers in relation to him.  Of course I like hearing variety, and I do like to discover new non-rap/non-hip hop artists, and I do also listen to nearly as much Velvet Underground, but I realized I can’t get past the allure of Lil Wayne’s music.  I guess I haven’t figured out how these perfect bizarre verses flow effortlessly out of his mouth.  It has to do with practice that he has acquired throughout the literally thousands of songs he’s put out in his career.

Of course the greatest songs of numerous other musicians can compete with his work, but the thing is he’s got more hit songs and appearances on other artists tracks than any other known musician I can think of, especially today.  What’s happened is the quality of his work just drowns out anything I hear by less capable musicians.  I used to try to listen to an indie radio station, and I enjoyed it quite a lot sometimes.  They played the greatest indie stuff.  But I couldn’t help to often prefer a pop station to the indie station, because even though most of the artists on the pop station are mediocre or horrible, the production value is so high that at least the song is technically very well made, and the background music is done very very well.  It’s like a naïve artist who paints in a traditional or kitsch manner, but does it so well that you almost prefer to look at that than a poorly executed, rough craftsmanship albeit potentially much more interesting art experiment by an informed art student. I’m trying to say that most other musicians are exploring equally interesting territory, but they just haven’t presented as successful of findings as wayne has. Of course Wayne has also put out a fair share of atrocious material, but consider those practice.

There are plenty of talented indie bands out there making great stuff, but with the exception of their handful of hits if that, the rest is just mediocre.  Sometimes, it partly has to do with the amount of time these talented people can afford to spend on their craft.  (some have other jobs to tend to)  but regardless, Lil Wayne brings his recording equipment everywhere he goes, even if he is on tour.  I approximate quotes from his interview.  Q: what do you think of the situation in New Orleans? (around time of Katrina I believe)  Wayne:  Shit idk.  Man I don’t understand these journalists who interview me.  Don’t they do their research?  Where do they come up with these questions?  Don’t they know that I aint got time to watch the news or care about what goes on in New Orleans?  Q:  What do you think of rapper x?  Wayne: I don’t have time to listen to him.

And I keep discovering new music of his that I haven’t heard before that is really good.  I feel he is getting a lot of attention, but I think he should get even more attention than he is because this is one of those times in history that we can witness something beautiful and brilliant unfolding.  Anyways, I had to let this out, and that’s all I want to say until I complete my essay about why he is so alluring, and why his music is so brilliant.

Why do poor black/inner city people get so hostile/defensive if their identity, beliefs or self is put into question?

They live in the worst parts of the city and are looked down upon.  Their neighborhoods are referred to as “bad” parts of town and where nobody wants to live.  They are aware of their perception by others in and outside their community.  They are considered less important than the more affluent middle and upper class citizens who supposedly posses “high culture.”  One reason they are looked down upon or considered less important is because they are not consumers.  They simply do not spend as much money as those who live in better parts of town, which consequently are the richer parts of town.  The middle and upper class are important for this country because they spend money and thus are important economic players.  On the other hand the poor only suck money from the rich.  The most important role of the citizen today is that of consumer than anything else, as outlines in “History of the Self” BBC TV show.  So nobody cares about what the poor people think or how they feel because their thoughts and feelings (and they themselves) are not important.  This and other reasons cause these people to fall back on the one truth and thing they posses; their self.  These things cause them to defend what they feel and believe with no remorse and snap at any instance of attack on their individuality or beliefs, because this is the last valuable thing they can be sure to posses.  Any attack on this last thing becomes a direct attack on themselves, because they don’t have anything else to fall back on—no money, no material possessions, etc.  They not merely expect, but demand respect and make that apparent.  This is also a fundamental condition that gave birth to hip-hop

fuck these bitches

and fuck these bitches, i swear i care about everything but theses bitches, i-i dont’ care i so what these bitches, and i put young mulah baybe way above theses bitches. and fuck these bithes i swear i care about everything but these bithes.  i-i fdon’t care i so what these bitchess, and i put young mullah baybe way abovere these bitches.  and fuck tehses bitches, i swear i care about everyting but these btiches.  i-i dont care i so what these bitches, and i put your mullah baybey way abover these bitchers.  and fuck there bitches i care i swear i care about evertything but thess bitches,  i-i fon;t care i so thwha t there bitches and i put young mullah baybe way aboe there bitches.  iad fuck these bitches i sewera i care about everythin but these bitches. i-i don’t care i so what ??? these bitches and i put young mullah baybe way abovet herese bitches. and fuck these bitces, i swear i pcare about everytin but these bitches, i-i fon;t carei so wha these bitches, an i put youn g mullah baybe way above these bitches.  and fuck these bithces, i swear i care about everyting but these bitches.  I -i fdon’t care i so what these bitches:'” and i put young mullah baybe way above there bitches….  and FUCK these Bitches. i swear i care about everyting but these bITTCHES ,, i 0i i sont care i S”SO what? these GITCHES . and ” i put young mullah baybe waty above these bitches.  and fuck these buitches i swear i care abouvt aneverything abut thesr bitches i ii dont; acare i so what theese bithces and i ut young pmmullah baybe way above tgeres bitchers.  iand fuck thesebithces i wswera i care about everytinng but these bithcehs.  iii i so what theses bitgeschs na di pu tyoun gmulah baybey way abouve these bitches.  and fuck these bithches ano i so  sdo tn nthe i dii dpnt cai dont care i so what these bitches anf i sweari i care about everythin but these bitches.  and idoont care i so waht these bitches and i put young mullah bayb way abother these bitches.  And fuck these bitches i wswear i don’t care about everythin g but these bitches,.   and iii don’t care i so thawat these bitches and i put young ,mullah baybe way abotherver thereshtsethese bitches. and fuck thes bitches i sewwwear i sondt tcar about anything an    i wswera i cancare abouev aeverything but these bitches.,  aiii  don’t don th care i son sp what these bithceres and i put uyounf g   mullah baybe yu way abouve these bitches.  and fuck these bitches i swear i don’t cate about many thing but thetses bithece i swear i care about everything but these bithcer.  andnd ii  i dso what whetthese bitces and ti put young mullah baybe way abover theresse bitches.  and fucfk these bitches i swear i care about everything but theiese bigthce …ii-i don’t care i so what theses bitche?:” es and i  puput young mullah baybe way above these bitches.  and fuck these gbitches a=i  swear i sodn’i care ce about everythign but theses bitcheser and.  ii’ i so what these bithes nad i out yong mulah baybe way bapueve these bitches…

fuck these nigga and fucke these bitches

man fuck theses bitches, i swera i’ma spare everything but these bitches, and i put young mula baby way above these bithes.  yeah fuck these bitches , i swear i care about everything  but these bitches, and i swear i put everything above these bitches.  and i don’t care i so what these bitches and i put young mullah way above these bitches.  i [ut everything ways aove therese bitches.  if it aint broke dont break it.  and if he aint shook dont shaknk em. cause if a wolf cy wolf you still see that wolf teath futurictic handgun if you act foul you get two shot ad one.  you nigas softer that roassans sone you cannot reach me on my samsung and busy giving the universe my dam tonguge crazy muthufucka i am one, but the crazy thing is i began one.  all white brick i’m stratight like its jumpin back to 36 nigga.  bog hous ling hall ways got ten bathroon i can shit all day nigga. and we don’t want no problems ok youre a goon but whas a goon to a golblin.  yeahhhh it cam on the beat i fuck and leave a nigga brains on the streeet eehhh. now pop that pussy i bring er to tthe bedroom and pop that pussy ahaha and we be steady mobbing ok kimosabi big ballin is my hobby.

what the fuck is iup is guucci mane the gi it tuiity boy no city boy so why she no nike boy this gucci boy keep shitting on me.  this gucci prade boy this gucci boy jkeep buyign shit this ak 47 will hit you from the ankle up.  fuck that nigga kill that nigga bring them back and him again.  ok i’m reloaded sagger bo bright i don’t wven mneeed lights i’m with a omeddel broad and se don teven eat rice would ou believe.  she ask me for a pitch and i gave her three strikes.  yeah i’m the sman around this muhtufucker .  i’m so hot you prob catch a tan aroung this mothurfucker, this rap game i got my hand aroud this mutufucker., yeah i said game but i aitn playing abroung this muthufuckesr.  yeahhhh. i’m the best to evea do it bitch , and you the best at never doing shit.  if you the shit then i am serwer rich,/  i swers that i could fuck your girls and make her steal for me and kill for me .  d then i murder that bitch and turn her body back to our cassh..  and we dont want no problems ok your a goon but whats a goon to a bgonlin. i came on the beat i fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street.  no pop thatt puusssay i bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussay.  ok steady mofbbing ewe kimossabe and balling is my hoobby.  ok ksvk my clip swallow my bullet sand dont you spit uppppp. i ‘ am the ship hop socialing  i and the hip hop socialist lif is a gamble when yout r all about ou poker chips do tou want  dose ioo f this i will make the most f this f i s for ferocious musrder your associates mured you acssotitaes keep a hard dick for youir girl to wobble on.  eeeeeewwww.   and we be stead mobbindg esww kimosabe and big ballin is my hobby.  now pop that pussy  bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy.  i fuk aaround and leave that nigga brain on the street.  and we don’t want no problem , ok your a goon but whats a gon to a goblin.  yeahhhh i came on the beat i fuck and bleave a nigga brain on the street i brin g her to my bed and pop that pussyand we be stead y mogbbin and ok kimosabe and big ballin ais my hobby

I’m Sick so I Analyzed “Lemonade” by Gucci Mane, insteaD oF DraNKin’It.t

My first impression of Gucci Mane was that he is slow/retarded.  He raps like he is reading the lyrics and having a hard time with that task-enunciating almost each syllable.  But his song “Lemonade” stands out.  First it’s not straightforward about hoes and kilin people; it takes an ordinary colorful food, uses figurative language to glorify it, but more importantly he interprets it,  paints an inciting story that is at once vivid, and convoluted.  First, Lemonade is a short for Liquid Hydrocodone.  Gucci is referring to a drink with promethazine and codeine and sprite (or substitute)-Lemonade, which he is selling, and in the first verse explains he is movin’ slow because his lemonade has codeine.  This realization becomes poignant when coupled with the way he raps, almost struggling to say the words, slowly, at times passively and other points adamantly.  Either way the general tone is blurry, and drags on, as if he is not sure what will come out of his mind next conveying the influence of this drug/lemonade.  for example in the start of the song he seems to randomly list yellow things that cross his mind:

“yellow errthing this time, you know what im talkin bout [not exactly?] yellow rims, yellow, big booty, yellowbones [wtf?]
yellow lambs,”

Second, and interestingly enough, selling lemonade is considered “an excuse for little kids to make money” by urban  Possibly to buy drugs or any other things that he lists in the song, he doesn’t even know, “woke up in the mornin, fuck it, bought a yellow aston martin.  In the video he is selling lemonade to little kids and the chorus is hauntingly cute.  The childish repetition of the chorus could indicate the customers, (mainly women) don’t know exactly what is in the lemonade, or why they hang out with Gucci, but they do because they see “it” like kids see candy, tasty, with no worries.  Additionally he is selling this song which on some levels is stupid and defective, but arguably has a tasty sound.  He takes selling lemonade, an innocent activity with good intentions, and transforms it into a sinful one.  Intentions, content, meaning aside, the repetitive beat of the song indicates this doesn’t stop; it continues.

Third, lemon is “a person [or item] that proves to be defective, imperfect or unsatisfactory.”  Him, his product, his song, his lifestyle?

Gucci makes sexual reference, including Lemons, which mean perky breasts.  mentions they are watching him mix the lemonade throughout the song.  also remember a lemon is “a fan-fiction that is based on an anime/manga or video game that is sexualy oriented.” An interesting and humorous part of the song  is:

“she say i be killin her, i say i be feelin it
four days then im sick of her, cause her brain is lemonhead”  killin here might not refer to dieing, but in the slang use of the word meaning to awe. either with his persona or his drink, and “i say i be feelin it” (yes i know that), like he is sick of her hanging around him, and four days later she gets annoying cause she a “lemonhead”-her brain is too defective, or intoxicated, or she keeps wanting to give him bj’s.  This part is vague, which makes it funny.

At times the listener feels Gucci is just “trippin”, and Gucci even states this: “Gucci mane… …he dont got all he say he got.”  in otherwords you are just listening to mumbo jumbo flowing from an intoxicated mind.

He ends the song cautioning that gucci rocks yellow.

Bookmark and Share