Marcus M. – The Essence of Rap

Intro

My senior Project is rooted in a single question I formed as I was shuffling through my playlist: Why are artists like Lil Uzi Vert, Dababy, and J Cole all considered artists within the same genre, rap? I then began to wonder: What are the common instruments/aspects of music that place punk rap, emo rap, mumble rap, lyrical rap, melodic rap, etc all in the same musical category and how can I explore these elements to create a song that captures the essence of rap?  I spent 4 weeks studying different subgenres of rap from trap to experimental, noting the ways they used their voice as an instrument, what they spoke about, and what instruments were used in their instrumentals.

Lyrical Rap

Trap Music

Experimental

Mumble Rap

After Research

 By the end of the study portion, I realized how much there was to uncover in rap music, and I was able to uproot some of the stereotypes I had internalized about the music.  One example would be the usage of wordplay and pronunciation to deliver a different message than the proper words deliver. 

I was also made aware of the common theme of storytelling, more specifically the common rap timeline. All rap music seemed to be a story from different parts of the timeline, the before aka the struggle, the grind or transitionary period, and the flexing or established period. I kept this timeline in mind as I went into my song, hoping to focus on these common elements and make a song like no other.

The Before aka The Struggle

The Transitionary Period aka The Grind

The Established Period aka The Flexing

Beat Creation

The Hurdles of Production

The creation of my song was a true journey that challenged me to think outside of the box through each step. Starting with the production, I found myself stressing too much about incorporating different elements into a single instrumental that I ended up with a mess of a beat that felt impossible to rap on, mostly due to my lack of an idea of what I wanted the song to sound like.

Second Audio process piece

As stated before, all rap music seemed to be a story from different parts of the timeline, the before aka the struggle, the grind or transitionary period, and the flexing or established period. I kept this timeline in mind as I went into my song for the second time, hoping to tell a story that incorporates all three of the key points in a single song. 

Final Instrumental

Once I had my game plan, using Bandlab I used a mixture of Jazz, Trap, and Melodic instruments such as bass, trap high hats, synths, guitars, and electric guitars. By being simplistic, I allowed myself to include a range of keys, flows, and topics. The slow tempo also hints at the storytelling aspect of lyrical rap, while the beat switch references trap music; this was a task I completed by referencing The London by Young Thug, J. Cole, and Travis Scott. Choosing to mute the synth for the second verse was also a key choice, allowing me to completely transform the feel of the beat and the assumed subgenre while making no actual change. The instrumental interludes, a reference to Jazz and Blues music but also to show how Jazz keeps it’s ties to rap regardless of how much it changes.

Song Writing and Recording

Using my research on trap music, I referenced Future and Lil Uzi Vert’s ability to be emotional and discuss relationships while using a mix of vocals, adlibs, rapping, and straining of the voice. Using these tools, I focussed the first verse on the aftermath of heartbreak with a groupie and telling the story of how they met and how I felt afterward. For the second verse, I mostly referenced Kendrick Lamar, J Cole, and JID whose word choice, storytelling, selective cursing, rapping speed, and annunciation stood out to me. I used these tools to tell the story of the transition to what should have been the glow-up. However, after the pause in the middle of the course, we see I fall back into the trapped life, however talking about it differently than trap music. Instead, we get another point of view about the why behind trapped life actions, and how I suffered from it, being unable to cope. We see the struggle to deal with pain in lines like “Cry it out and shed a tear // But be a man a weak ass man is fucking worthless” and “Bottle it up ‘til you got time to deal // Overflowing I can’t cry at all still”. The third and final verse is inspired heavily by Young Thug. While the style is undoubtedly trap music, The adlibs, and change of voice mimic experimental rap. Using these elements, as well as selective annunciation, and flexing of assets to write this verse. This third verse is about the final part of the timeline, the flexing or established period, talking about going to college, learning the value of my body, flexing, living fast, and taking care of family.

As I used and or kept all of these tools in mind while writing my verses, there were some interesting moments. For starters, when I first recorded the verses, I noticed myself thinking as if I was really the person living through these verses. One could even consider it “method rapping”, where I placed myself into a bad mood before the first verse and allowed every ounce of emotion to flow into the paper. With the third verse, I found myself embracing my senioritis as well as manifesting a secure future, writing as if my life was full of luxury as the verses stated. Most of the verse also came from a freestyling to the beat and writing down what I liked, whereas the first verse I wrote more like a poem. The second verse was by far the most challenging part of this project. As you’ll see below, I wrote multiple versions of the second verse, challenging myself to be as close to lyrical rap as I possibly could, ultimately settling for storytelling rather than lyricism.

 

Version 1
Fredo coming straight up out the hood
Come to rep the hood
Just to show y’all n***** who ain’t left the hood
There’s a way out
yes, of the hood
Bitch I’m next to great
cut the line on good
Cut her off
cuz all she really wants is wood
She a barbie with a bbl look real good
Got a young n***** off the clock sell wood
Weekly power outage so we gotta get the flash out
I’m the last n**** you gon hear wanna chase clout
Bring your bars outside bitch take the trash out
I been sitting here being sober in a safe house
Press know buttons to press
Clear off my chest
Rep name family crest
Ted talking (excuse me) I ain’t finish no questions
When I drop my s*** y’all know who the best is n****
Version 2
Tears dry lightening my skin tone
Turn me redbone no gambino
Outlier when it come to hood stats
Imma die rich and old and that’s facts
Love a distraction
I just can’t make myself look away
So many knives in my back
It might make you kink shame me
Fame and the glory ain’t easy
Them n***** tried to frame
If they knew about the way I cope
My parents would never claim me
Version 3
Wait hollup
I’m losing myself like waldo
In a throne made of self pity I wallow
Rebuild my self like auto
Imperfect impure
Poison my veins and this music the cure
I wanna go down in histories lore
Get me a house full of money and whores
Man in the mirror been pushing my buttons
Final Version
Few years later in life
Feeding my fam
Keeping granny alive
Bags in my bag keep a blade and a nine
Dirty money is what keep on the lights
Ruining lives by selling the pills
Momma won’t eat any drug money meals
Death catching up and it’s right on my heels
I’m tryna hide in a house in the hills
I’m tryna hide all the pain that I feel
Bottle it up till you got time to deal
Overflowing I can’t cry at all still
Life a comedia that is no quill
No big deal, baby no biggie
Talking my s*** till a n**** turn 50
Focus on me making money by minute
Stars in the roof never thought I’d sit in it

Final Recording and Lyrics

The Life of a Boy Unloved (5 Min)

by Fredo Hills

Verse 1
Never fall in love with a groupie
Slid in my DMS nudely
Sent me pics all in her 2 piece
Could’ve sworn she wanted to do me
Half these h*** be snakes
Waiting for you to fall off
Then they onto the next one
Fuck a next I’m the best one
Last one I recon
It’ll be ok
I still reminisce about the days
When we did somethings
Nowadays I can only cope when I smoke or drink
Nowadays man my heart to cold
Put it in my drink
I treated you better than he does
Why did I say I love you hoe
It must’ve been yo features
Hourglass yo figure
Daydreaming positions
I saved all yo pictures
So I know what I’m missin
Yeah girl it’s you I’m missin
blowing out smoke to blow it off
I even posted and showed you off
I had your back through it all
ride or die that’s through it all
You chose a side and you proved me wrong
You chose a side and dropped the ball
When I ball out don’t you call me
One time was good enough
Yeah
(Interlude)
Verse 2
Far from perfect
open curtains
Cut the lights on
no rehearsing
Do it perfect
Gotta move on to the next one
no more coping
Darkness close in
thoughts unloading
Cry it out and shed a tear
But be a man
A weak-a** man is fucking worthless
Feel like drake in last ’15
Cuz shawty kissed  me
Now I’m soulless
Losing focus
Taking drugs and sleep-deprived
To stop my brain
Cuz it just wants for you to hold me
Got a girl
who brain is bigger
a** is phatter
f*** me better
keep it lowkey
(Mini Interlude)
Few years later in life
Feeding my fam
Keeping granny alive
Bags in my bag keep a blade and a nine
Dirty money is what keep on the lights
Ruining lives by selling the pills
Momma won’t eat any drug money meals
Death catching up and it’s right on my heels
I’m tryna hide in a house in the hills
I’m tryna hide all the pain that I feel
Bottle it up till you got time to deal
Overflowing I can’t cry at all still
Life a comedia that is no quill
No big deal, baby no biggie
Talking my shit till a n**** turn 50
Focus on me making money by minute
Stars in the roof never thought I’d sit in it
Yeah Yeah
(Interlude)
Verse 3
Momma slime told me
That I better go to college
Gal and homie hopping
Yeah you running up ya mileage
Hugh Hefner my ass
Don’t come with a playhouse
White diamonds my fist
Endgame like I’m Thanos
Triple-digit dash
Yeah I’m living too fast
Got 4 digits on the dash
when I travel foreign land
Hair tie my rubber bands
I can’t hold it in my hand hah
Pocket change
Had to get my momma some designer
Crisscross applesauce
Lay me down and lick it off
Duck duck goose
Which girl I want
Way too much money to spend at a mall
Ms mary mack put me onto her dealer
Now a lil n**** is dripped out in fur
Bloody my cup and I don’t gotta stir
G’s on the loafers it came with some fur
(Guitar Solos)