I wish I were a rapper...

'Professor X' is copyrighted material of Marvel comics, and the X-Men series and all it's spinoffs in any media. Now...'Professa X' would work, unless someone has taken it already. You is da shiznitt professa....I now know why I actually laughed while watching Malibu's Most Wanted.

Mine might have an X in it to.

"Cracka X."

It would be mo' gansta if it were "Cracka Jax", like carjacking in reverse.

Re: I wish I were a rapper...

Joefromchicago is my rap name.

A ****-ass rap for joe:

joefromchicago, trippin' on da legal,
gettin' us paid, but don't own a beagle,
down with the precedent,
don't like the president,
Word.

Fo' shizzle ma nizzle.

TF, don't you think it would get lonely at the top? Nevermind the paranoia and fear whenever you piss off a member from another posse. In the words of the great bard, Coolio,



Will he live to see twenty-fo? I guess we just cain't understand what it's like livin in a Gangta's Paradise.

Nice, Dauer.

It appears that as much as some might hate to admit it, the gangsta life isn't always as simple as it appears to the casual observer, and some of them see deeper truths just as much most the most "complex intellectual" across town in the ivory tower.

I think Professa X it is.

But, now that I have a rap name - I must warn you all that I may have to bust caps in all yo' asses if I feel like I am threatened on this board. Nothing personal - just biness.

Extra Medium - are you saying that being a rapper is just simply not that easy. Let me quote another bard Ice - T about his comments on how the life is lived:

Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long,
Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone.
Got my block sewn, armored dope spots,
Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop.
Move like a king when I roll, hops,
You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.
You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out.
I got nothin to lose, much to gain,
In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine.
I gotta get paid tonight, you mutha&^&% right.
[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.
So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car.
Go to school, I ain't goin for it,
Kiss my %$#, bust the cap on the Moet.
Cause I don't wanna hear that crap,
Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustler


Here I come, so you better break North,
As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth.
I care nothing bout you, and that's evident.
All I love's my dope and dead presidents.
Sound crazy? Well it isn't.
The ends justifies the means, that's the system.
I learned that in school then I dropped out,
Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout.
I had nothing, and I wanted it.
You had everything, and you flaunted it.
Turned the needy into the greedy,
With cocaine, my success came speedy.
Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.
Every dollar I get, another brother drops.
Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand,
God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand.
But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned,
I gotta get paid, I got money to earn.
With my posse, out on the ave,
Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh.
Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam,
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?
So think twice if you're coming down my block,
You wanna journey through hell? Well &*%& gets hot.
Pregnant teens, children's screams,
Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam.
You don't come here much, and ya better not.
Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot.
I gotta get more money than you got,
So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?
That's how the game is played,
Another brother slayed, the wound is deep
BUT they're givin us a Band Aid.
My education's low but I got long dough,
Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro.
Sleep on silk, lie like a politician,
My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician.
Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe,
There'll be another one after me!
A hustler.




I think it is just that easy

TTF

T might try to be hard on the outside, but if we take a closer look at these lyrics, a pained and trapped individual living the only life of luxury available to him shows through.

First, throughout this entire piece he builds up an angry and unbreakable persona that he can hide inside when the tears come back.

Also,

"I got nothin to lose, much to gain, "

He knows that what he has isn't living. He might as well be dead.

"I care nothing bout you, and that's evident.
All I love's my dope and dead presidents.
Sound crazy? Well it isn't.
The ends justifies the means, that's the system. "

Again this steely persona comes out. "I don't care about any of you! I'm all I need." Well, he also needs his drugs and his money to placate his empty heart. That's the way his world works.

"I had nothing, and I wanted it.
You had everything, and you flaunted it.
Turned the needy into the greedy,
With cocaine, my success came speedy.
Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.
Every dollar I get, another brother drops.
Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand,
God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand.
But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned,
I gotta get paid, I got money to earn. "

He grew up poor but he saw other people with money. He was looking for a fast way to get it so he started dealing drugs. But now, he may be making money but the people around him are dying. He's trapped. He's slipping away. But it's all he knows so he has to carry on.

"Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh.
Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam,
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream? "

Oh Ice-T, he's so lost in his lifestyle he can't tell right from wrong. Better, he recognizes, but the only way to validate his existence is to deny his concience.

"Pregnant teens, children's screams,
Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam.
You don't come here much, and ya better not.
Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot. "

My heart is heavy for those who live like Ice-T. That line is so powerful: "life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam." Money is god. People are dying. Children are crying. 16 year old mothers clutch their children to their breasts.

"My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician.
Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe,
There'll be another one after me! "

He knows there's nobody he can turn to but his lifeless gun. He knows he can't kill the cycle. If anything, this rap is a plea for people to recognize that the life of a gangsta rappa is not beautiful. His walls are so thick and layered, spiked and bladed.

Poor poor man.

--Dauer

TTF (aka Professa X),

Life might be easier, for about an hour, then it all goes to Hell rapidly.

Of all rappas, you choose Ice-T, to speak for how simplistic the rappa lifestyle can be? Hmmm....lets look at another of his lyrics.

PAIN (Ice-T)
Deuce, deuce revolver was my problem solver
Had a def girl, really didn't wanna involve her
In the life of a gangster, use to rob bankster
But now I'm locked up, I'm just a punk low rankster
Jail cells know me too damn well

Seems like I've built on earth my own personal hell
No matter how high I climbed,somehow I always fell
I guess a lot of players got this story to tell
No matter how cold you roll you simply cannot win
It's always fun in the beginning
But pain in the end

Organized crimer, big trouble finder
In and out of institutions ever since I was a minor
But now I'm on the bricks, deep in the mix
Crime smarts searching hard for some new street tricks
I think I'll join a gang,sling a little cane
Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a name
Fresh sneakers,silk shirts, 24/7 work
Nine to five to survive, you gotta be a jerk
I clock two grand a day, yet I was born to play
Who me at micky dee's? It wouldn't work, no way
I'm a big money haver but not the last laugher
For me infamy makes me no autographer

Custody haunts my dreams, nightmares of capture
Paranoid of surveillance, phobia of cameras
My banks bigger, but so are my fears
Past records proved players live limited years
But I'm unlike the rest, know to be the best
Fast money, true wealth my eternal quest

I hustle all night long, there ain't no gain in rest
12 gauge close range, bloods on my chest
I looked into his face, I thought he was my friend
My boy had me set up, this wound would never mend
No matter who you trust, you simply cannot win
It's always fun in the beginning
But it's pain in the end

Gold rope wearer, neighborhood terror
Can't hang around my mother 'cause she says I scare her
Got a light sunburn from too much pool-side sittin'
Coroless phone keeps me on 'cause there ain't no quittin'
Mind's in a money mode, seems like it should explode
Girlies on my jammie, got a female overload

Young street messiah, professional liar
19 gotta Benz, 21 I'll retire
Crazy money it ain't funny, suckers lovin' my jock
But there's some people at my door that didn't even knock
Task force boomin', doggin' my crib out,can't shout
F.B.I. got a gun in my mouth!

Threw me on the floor,called my girl a whore
Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for more
Cracked my safe with an axe, then illed out to the max
When they seem my money kickin' it in twenty G stacks
Booked me on ten counts, with bails of different amounts
The charges stuck like glue, some that I couldn't pronounce
They threw my ass the book, my life wa surely took

And then they gave my girl
Ten years for hangin' out with a crook
She played the game herself, fast lane quick wealth
No respect for the law or the city's health
The sweat of hustlers greed is not reserved for men
It's always fun in the beginning
But it's pain in the end
***

Even the "kings of rappas" see through the supposedly "simple life" that the gansta dreams of.

Sooner or later, This Path leads to Pain in the End. Ice-T said so.


-E to the X/ Tre' - M.

I should remind everyone that both Ice-T and Ice-Cube have fine careers in Hollywood now. I particularily love Ice-T's character in Law and Order: SVU....from 'cop killer' to playing a cop on TV. What a world.

And the fact that Ice T's real name is Tracy and Chuck D's real name is Carlton.

Ice T is also from New Jersey - not Compton.

Professa X

Yes but what is Cav, Dauer, & TTF's real name???

Jason is my name - I suppose a lot softer that Professa X.

I need a DJ now. Any takers?

Professa

E.Madd Dogg 40, which I dub thee your rapper name, my real name ain't important, but I be representin' Toronto caterers, shout out to my bruthas still stuck in the economic rut, know what I'm sayin? What up wit you dog? Don't be playa hatin'...

My name is Ben. But my Hebrew name is Baruch and that sounds mad crazy, yo.

My Hebrew name is Peretz Shalom, so I say peace to all my feathered friends in da hood.