Tyga is a 22 year-old rapper from Compton with Jamaican and Vietnamese roots. He's part of Young Money and is due to release his second album Careless World: Rise of the Last King at the end of this month. The album features his latest hit, "Rack City".
The first music video for "Rack City" was just Tyga in a strip club, throwing money on half-naked girls while they gave him lapdances and slid down poles. He released a more MTV-friendly version, which is reminiscent of Grand Theft Auto. It's better than the first video, at least.
Lyrically, I hate this song. It has a cool beat and it's pretty infectious, but aside from that, this song is pretty disappointing. Songs like this prove to me that hip-hop is dead. Superficial, materialistic songs that offer nothing of value climb the charts while artists like Kendrick Lamar, Tyler the Creator, J Dilla, Talib Kweli, etc. who articulately rap about deep subjects get little to no radio play.
If you came here for the lyrics/video/ whatever..I urge you to take a step back from all the girls/money/jewelry/etc that mainstream hip-hop worships and actually look at the content of this song and others like it. This is not hip-hop. This is not real music. This is not art. This is ignorance. This is self-worship and idolatry. This is materialism. Artists like this take the name of hip-hop in vain and are killing the genre.
Screw Rack City, screw Tyga and screw Young Money!
Lyrics:
Rack City Bitch, Rack, Rack City Bitch
Ten, Ten, Ten, Twenties On Yo Titties Bitch
Hunded D V.I.P No Guest List
T Raw You Don't Know Who You You Fuckin Wit
Got Ma Other Bitch Fuckin Wit Ma Other Bitch
Fuckin All Night Nigga We Ain't Celibate
Nigga Said Im Too Dope, I Ain't Selling It
Bar Fresher Then A Ma'Fuckin Peppermint
Gold Letterman's Last King Killin' Shit
Young Money, Young Money Yeah We Gettin' Rich
Get Cha Grandma On My Dick (Haha)
Girl You Know What It Is
Rack City Bitch, Rack, Rack City Bitch (x3)
Ten, Ten, Ten Twenties And Them Fifties Bitch
Rack City Bitch, Rack, Rack City Bitch (x3)
Ten, Ten, Ten Twenties And Them Fifties Bitch
Imma Ma'Fuckin Star (Star)
Look At The Paint On The Car (Car)
Too Much Rim Make The Ride Too Hard
Tell That Bitch Hop Out, Walk The Boulevard
I Need My Money Pronto
Get It In The Morning Like Alonzo, Rondo
Green Got Cheese Like A Nacho
If You Aint Got No Ass Bitch Wear A Poncho
Head Honcho, Got My Seat Back
Niggas Starin' At Me, Dont Get Bapped
Got My Shirt Off, The Club Too Packed
Its Too Turnt, Going Up Like Gas
Goddamn, Pull Out My Rags
Mike, Mike Jackson Nigga Im Back
Ra-Ta-Ta-Tat Tatted Up On My Back
All The Hoes Love Me, You Know What It Is
Rack City Bitch, Rack, Rack City Bitch (x3)
Ten, Ten, Ten Twenties And Them Fifties Bitch
Rack City Bitch, Rack, Rack City Bitch (x3)
Ten, Ten, Ten Twenties And Them Fifties Bitch
Throwin' Hundreds, Hundreds, Hundreds, Hundreds (x2)
Rack City Bitch Rack, Rack City Bitch
Throwin' Hundreds, Hundreds, Hundreds, Hundreds (x2)
Rack City Bitch Rack, Rack City Bitch
1 comments:
Honestly not feeling that track one bit. I hope there can be some more real rappers coming out in the near future. Cause this song is just thrown into another huge pile of cliche's of the industry nowadays.
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