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The Gangsta Rap Lyric Translation/Clarification Game

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To amuse myself, often times I will attempt to translate gangster and misogynist rap music lyrics into academically precise and excessively clinical language. The goal is to clarify the rapper’s intended meaning for the (imaginary) uninitiated, non-urban listener. I also engage in this word substitution game when I overhear people on the street employing urban slang or street talk¹.

Gangsta rap lyrics are immeasurably amusing to translate due to their depth of meaning and emotionally-charged content (often detailing acts of extreme physical violence and barbarous sexual assault crimes committed against women). The purpose of the game is to juxtapose the explicit savagery of the gangsta rap lyric against a sterilized and verbose restatement of the lyric’s content reworded to nullify the inflammatory tone.

As a way of contextualizing this mental activity, I pretend that I am a foreign visitor who is semi-fluent in English (but slang-ignorant). In order to comprehend what I am hearing, I must substitute a large number of the words in order to clarify the content of the gangsta rap lyric. Other times, I imagine myself as a pedantic English professor who is mentally critiquing the rapper. As the professor, I make it my duty to red-line the grammatically offending lyrics since they are an affront to all for which I stand. The professor then silently instructs the rapping dullard on the proper way that he or she should verbally express their tales of criminal exploits and women-hatred.

Below is an example of how I employ the rap music lyric word substitution/clarification technique.
The lyric below is from the Eazy-E song Still Talkin’ and is on the deceased Mr. E’s 1988 debut album, Eazy-Duz-It (the complete lyrics to Still Talkin’ and many other fine Eazy-E songs can be found here).

Psychopathic, but the hoes are attracted

Because, when I’m on hard, my dicks at least a yard

First line translation/clarification:

Despite the fact that I have a personality disorder characterized by an abnormal lack of empathy combined with strongly amoral conduct but masked by an ability to appear outwardly normal, prostitutes with little or no monetary focus find me sexually appealing.

Second line translation/clarification:

The aforementioned women find me sexually appealing for the reason that when the two tubular structures that run the length of my penis, the corpora cavernosa, become engorged with venous blood (due to a complex interaction of psychological, neural, vascular and endocrine factors occurring before and during exposure to sexually-arousing stimuli), the welling, hardening and enlargement of my penis results in an erection that measures a full three feet (thirty-six inches) in length.


¹ For instance, when I am in a bodega buying my daily lottery ticket and I overhear an urban outdoorsman request that the cashier “gimme a loosey”, I know that the gentleman is directing the store clerk to reach behind the counter and retrieve a single cigarette from a broken pack to sell him at an inflated price. Although this is an illegal act, the clerk recognizes that market forces of supply and demand in an underground economy will ultimately determine the store’s financial survival (and more importantly – his/her job security). The store clerk’s tacit agreement with the gentleman and his/her willingness to complete this illegal transaction occurs notwithstanding the minimal threat of a criminal conviction (with its attendant fines and/or period of incarceration).

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In Loving Memory of Eric “Eazy-E” Wright

eazyI don’t drink Brass monkey, like the beat funky, nickname Eazy-E, your Eight-Ball junky

Eric Wright (Eazy-E) was a high school dropout, drug-dealing Kelly Park Compton Crip gangster, and founding member of the hardcore rap group N.W.A. (No Whites Allowed). Wright was a gate-crashing pioneer in the gangster rap genre, and later achieved critical acclaim as a solo artist. Eric is no longer with us as he passed into Heaven on March 26, 1995 (Year of our Lord).

Mr. Wright was a staunch supporter of the Republican party. He donated thousands of dollars to assist their efforts to rescue the impoverished Black community. Recognizing Eric’s contributions, he was invited to a lunch benefiting the Republican Senatorial Inner Circle hosted by President George H. W. Bush.

eazy-duz-it1Eric Wright was also an ardent supporter of law enforcement (the Los Angeles Police Department in particular). A smear campaign against Wright and members of his former N.W.A. posse was launched in the 80’s claiming that their anthem “Fuck tha Police” promoted violence against police officers. In early 1993, Eazy spoke out in support of Theodore Briseno, a LAPD police officer involved in the Rodney King beating.

Possessing a powerful libido, and eschewing the normal conventions of sexual morality, Wright spread his seed far and wide. He fathered seven beautiful children from six different women. Wright was a lover of his female groupies, but warned those of the male sex “to get the hell off.”

wrightWright was diagnosed with AIDS and his health deteriorated rapidly. He spoke openly about the God-directed plague sent to strike down sodomites, sexual debaucherers, and homosexuals. He warned his legions of fans about the dangers of unprotected anal sex with hood rats and intravenous drug users. In making his affliction public, Wright claimed his purpose was “to save their asses before it’s too late.”

In memory of Eazy-E, here is a sample of his lyrics from the song “Boyz in da Hood.” This song crystallizes the artistic essence of the legendary rap pioneer.

Left to get ma girl to rock that body
before I left, I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe said something that made me mad
She said something that I couldn’t believe
so I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
she started talking shit, wouldn’t you know
Reached back like a pimp, slapped the hoe

8ball1Eazy, I know you up there in heaven cruising your ’64 Impala to the liquor store to get another 40oz. of Eight-Ball. If you wreck that six-fo, I know you will throw it in the gutter and God will provide another. Lil-Eazy (The Prince of Compton) is carrying on your message of gangster hope and redemption. We got a West-Coaster (Hawaiian) in the White House too. You are missed dear friend – peace and love.

Johnny Peepers

----> is a socio-pathetic degenerate with a penchant for cheap booze, ruphy-laden broads, and dim sum soup.


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