Underlying this tradition is the practice of signifying, or the obscuring of apparent meaning; in the process of signifying, ambiguity is prized, meaning is destabilized, and gaps between the literal and the figurative are intentionally exploited. This practice, along with rap’s dense slang and penchant for imbuing words with new meaning(s), makes it especially susceptible to misreading and misinterpretation.

…these stereotypes ignore the importance of rap music, which not only is a global, multibillion-dollar industry, but also an influential and recognized form of artistic expression. With audiences dwarfing their traditional literary counterparts, rappers have introduced the world to a powerful new poetry – one memorized and recited by millions of people – that has given voice to communities of marginalized people and, at its best, has served as an anthem of resistance in the face of injustice.

Explaining rap music to the Supreme court
What the shit is this

What the shit is this

theonlyjarose:

If u got thick thighs I got heart eyes

(via cutely-perverted)

lumpyspacelion:

what the actual fuck

lumpyspacelion:

what the actual fuck

(via beauti-fuldisaster)

totally rad (at Bondi Beach, Sydney - Australia)

helloyoucreatives:

Technology changes how we film more than you think. 

twerkspotting:

donteversayrocknroll:

mvgl:

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air 2x09 - “Cased Up” (November 11, 1991)

fuck

TOO REAL

(via first-things-first-imsurrealist)

at Sydney Opera House

Sydney Diary #1

The wintry chill of what I expected to be summer imparts a reality check on my expectations - it isn’t my painting of paradise for a few months yet.

But the smiling courtesy of the people around me and their physical assertiveness serves to remind me that each one of us is important - they are polite, respectful and genuinely interested in me, and I must reciprocate.

Espresso and sugar here tastes like poison to me - possibly my body is rejecting the habits I’d relied on in England, urging me to seek more natural; more fresh sources of subsistence as routine support for my existence.

So far the sun seems to be avoiding me, rising and setting awkwardly behind other people’s houses and only during slow strolls to the beach do I notice that residents here in Bondi run towards the water, run towards the sunlight and warmth, and are active in their pursuit of quality of life.

My passive acceptance of misery and rain in Manchester will not convert as favourably dollars to pounds here - it’s with an active spirit I’ll find what I’m looking for.

I have bets on the opening weekend of the Premier League to anchor me, but this weekend I’m audience to a sport I don’t understand - this confusion draws me.

Male / 29 / Manchester

An astute analyst and pundit, a lyricist compassionate and callus, a reckless hedonist and disaffected malcontent.

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