"F--- You" from the Music Industry

Townhall.com ^ | December 7, 2010 | Dennis Prager

[Kaslin]

The nominees to receive the most prestigious awards in the music industry, the Grammy Awards, were just announced. Among the five nominees for Record of the Year is a song titled "F--- You," with the F-word, of course, spelled out and pronounced.

Here are the song's opening lyrics:

"I see you driving 'round town

With the girl I love and I'm like,

F--- you!

Oo, oo, ooo

I guess the change in my pocket

Wasn't enough, I'm like,

F--- you!

And f--- her, too!"

The next lyrics add the S-word:

"I said, if I was richer, I'd still be with ya

Ha, now ain't that some s--t? (ain't that some s--t?)

And although there's pain in my chest

I still wish you the best with a

F--- you!

Oo, oo, ooo."

And shortly thereafter, the N-word:

"I pity the fool that falls in love with you

(oh, s--t, she's a gold digger)

Well

(just thought you should know, n----)

Ooooooh."

It is also worth noting that the video of this song includes children who appear to be under 12 years of age and all the performers are black -- a point I will address later.

I have long believed that MTV has done more damage to America's young people than any other single institution. I am referring to the music videos, in which most images or scenes are shown for less than two seconds and thereby numb kids' minds, and to the sexual imagery and sex talk that permeate the music videos and much of the rest of MTV programming.

But while MTV should be singled out for the damage it has done to America, the music industry in general has been equally guilty.

How does a song replete with expletives, whose very title is "F--- You," get nominated for a Grammy Award as Record of the Year?

The answer is that the music industry, from producers to artists, is largely populated by people who regard social and cultural norms as stifling. Their professional lives are dedicated to lowering that which is elevated, destroying that which uplifts, and to profaning that which is held sacred.

There is no better explanation for "F--- You" being nominated as Record of the Year. It has little, if any, redeeming moral, social or artistic (to the extent that this word retains its original meaning) value. The lyrics are as vapid as they are obscene; the video further degrades that part of black life that is already too lacking in elevation; and there is the participation of children in a profanity-filled video.

For most of American history, a child who used such words was punished by his parents, and society instinctively knew how important it was not to expose children to obscenities. Today, adults in the music industry reward children for participating in videos laced with obscenities.

Nor is the nomination of "F--- You" as Song of the Year an aberration. Two of the other four nominees are rap "songs" whose lyrics are also vile.

Here are typical lyrics from the Eminem's nominated "Love the Way You Lie:"

"And I love it the more that I suffer

I suffocate

And right before I'm about to drown

She resuscitates me

She f---ing hates me

And I love it."

And later on:

"If she ever tries to f---ing leave again

I'ma tie her to the bed

And set the house on fire."

The third nominee is an ode to New York City, "Empire State of Mind," performed by black rapper Jay-Z and Alicia Keys, and which also contains the N-word. It is worth recalling that when white radio-show host Laura Schlessinger used this word solely in order to condemn its use in inner-city black life, society's elite poured such wrath on her that it forced many of her sponsors to abandon her, and she decided to leave radio. But when Jay-Z uses it, he is rewarded with the nomination for the highest award in the music industry.

Two examples of the N-word use:

"Say what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tais

sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five

N----, I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from. ...

You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip, though

but I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though. . . ."

For the record, the fourth nominee, B.o.B's "Nothin' on You," is another rap song with something of a melody behind it. This song has a decent message of a young black man who, though tempted by other women, only wants his woman. And the fifth nominee was a lovely song, "Need You Now," by the country music group Lady Antebellum.

How deep is the decay in the music industry?

According to the Los Angeles Times, these Grammy nominees were "decided on by about 12,000 voting members of the Recording Academy."

[Drawsing]

Their professional lives are dedicated to lowering that which is elevated, destroying that which uplifts, and to profaning that which is held sacred.

This is called deconstruction and is a characteristic of postmodernism. It lowers adults to the level of small children who cannot walk by a sandcastle or a stack of blocks without knocking it down.

[silverleaf]

to any radio stations that play this

F... You

[Wolfie]

I’m still trying to get over the shock of “Afternoon Delight” by the Starland Vocal Band.

[RexBeach]

Nice. Nice. The Grammy awards have become a combination of no talent and extraordinary self-indulgence. How nice for us. It used to be fun to watch that show. Now it’s like sticking pins in your eyes.

Pity.

-Rex

[LibsRJerks]

I’m in college myself at 47 years and have to be around college kids a lot. I truly feel sorry for them - they stare down all day at their handhelds, so detached from the world around them. Everything seems so superficial — their lives are just seem so vapid.

My daughter enjoyed college, but for the most part, I’m glad I went when I did in the 80s, which were a blast. Life was rich.

[Wolfie]

Nah. Just making money. Lots of it. And that’s what it’s all about.

[BykrBayb]

Nobody can sing it like Millie Jackson’s symphony.

[dead]

The word has been used in songs by many people for years, from Johnny Cash, to James Taylor, to Jimmy Buffett.

But those songs never got radio play because of it. The difference with this song is that its a number one hit and nominated for record of the year, with the word in the title.

I guess its a coarsening, but the only thing you can do is not buy the record and find a better radio station.

Nobody watches the grammys anyway.

[cycle of discernment]

All the rage with the affluent white suburban kids nowadays, check out Lil Wayne and “Steady Mobbin”...just one in his legion of pyscho-violent insane “songcrafts”.

I just told my 18- year old in no uncertain terms if he does not have the clarity of mind to stand against this crap and say so, he is turning into one of the amoral sheep This is the influence we’re up against people.....what should be outright rejected by society is held up ad revered as cool. World is upside down.

(lyrics, redacted, below)

Man, f*** these n******
I’ma spare everything but these n*****
I flip the gun and gun-f*** these n*****
Take the knife off the AK and gut these n******

Yeah, and f**** these bitches
I swear I care ‘bout everything but these bitches
I don’t care, I “so what” these bitches
And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these bitches

If it ain’t broke don’t break it
And if he ain’t shook I’m gon’ shake him
Hope I don’t look weak ‘cause when a wolf cry wolf
You still see that wolf’s teeth, motherf******

Futuristic handgun
If you act foul you get two shots and one
I’m at your face like man-cum
You n****** softer then Roseanne’s son

You cannot reach me on my Samsung
I’m busy f****** the world and givin’ the universe my damn tongue
Crazy muthaf*****, I am one, but the crazy thing is
I began one

All white bricks, I’m straight
Like it’s jumpin’ back to 36 n*****
Big house, long hall ways
Got 10 bathrooms, I can s*** all day, n*****

And we don’t want no problems
Ok, your a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I f*** around and leave a n***** brains on the street

Now pop that p****
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that p****
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

What the fuck is up? It’s Gucci Mane the G
It’s Titty Boy, no pity boy, big Scarcity the city boy
So Icy, so no Nike, boy, just Gucci, Louis, Prada, ‘scuse me
Gucci Mane keep s******* on me, why that boy keep buyin’ jewelry?

East Atlanta cockin’ hammers, bandannas on car antennas
No, we do not talk to strangers, just cut off these n****** fingers
Gucci’s armed and dangerous, cocaine, codeine, and Angel Dust
This AK 47’ll hit you everywhere from ankle up

The same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringle’s can
.45 desert eagle on me, you’ll think I’m a Eagles fan
Tony Braxton sniper rifle, make you never breathe again
F*** that n****, killl that n****, bring him back, kill him again

Yeah, the money is the motive
F*** with the money, it get ugly as Coyote
Ok, I’m reloadin’ better pull it if you tote it
I buy a pound, break it down, and put it in a Stogie

Swagger so bright I don’t even need light
I’m with a model broad, she don’t even eat rice
But would you believe that she eat dykes?
And she asked for a pitcher so I gave her three strikes

I’m the man around this motherf*****
I’m so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherf*****
This rap game, I got my hand around this motherf*****
Yeah, I said game, but I ain’t playin’ around this motherf*****

Yeah, I’m the best to ever do it, bitch
And you the best at never doin’ s***
If you the s*** then I’m sewer rich
Try me and I’ll have your people readin’ eulogies

I swear you can’t f*** with me
But I can f*** yo’ girl and make her nut for me, then slut for me
Then kill for me, then steal for me, and of course it’ll be yo’ cash
Then I’ll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo’ ass

And we don’t want no problems
Ok, your a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I f*** around and leave a n**** brains on the street

Now pop that p****
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that p****
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

Uhh, man, suck my clip
Swallow my bullets and don’t you spit
I am the hip-hop socialist
Life is a gamble when I’m all about my poker chips

Do you want a dose of this? I will make the most of this
F is for ferocious, murder your associates
The top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong
Keep a hard d*** for yo girlfriend to wobble on, Weezy

And we don’t want no problems
Ok, your a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, Kane on the beat
I f*** around and leave a n**** brains on the street

Now pop that p****
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that p****
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

[<1/1,000,000th%]

I thought they quit giving out Grammy awards.

[Seruzawa]

The Grammies are a joke. Back in the 70s one year they gave the award to Roberts Flack for “Killing Me Softly”.... the same year that Led Zeppelin 4 and many other actually good albums came out. The Grammies are politically motivated self-aggrandizements handed out by druggies and perverts. In combat parlance the Grammy Award Event is an opportunity. Maybe a few daisy-cutters are available......

[Bullish]

Yeah yeah... that’s F**kin genius... NOT!

[badpacifist]

I love it and it makes me happy and if you don’t well then ....forget you..../neener

[Puppage]

for “Winchester Cathedral” for Song of the Year. C’mon!!!

Thanks a lot! This song is now in my head for the rest of the day.

[onedoug]

It registers with the overall state of our society.

[I cannot think of a name]

“I loved that song. Wasn’t he talking to John Lennon?”

He was talking to his first wife that ran away with his son. His entire life is really, really sad.

[I cannot think of a name]

“Well if they consider “rap” to be music, then is is long since dead.”

Being of the older generation, please explain to me why the “C” is silent in rap?

[oust the louse]

Gee...and I think Kanye West should receive some sort of award for putting himself out there...what a dirtbag...

“Kanye West nude photos hit the Web: Rapper exposes himself in leaked self-taken pictures.”

[HereInTheHeartland]

Garbage. And no musical talent.
This kind of thing is no better than a cage full of animals screaming and throwing their feces at people.

[668 - Neighbor of the Beast]

You can’t just drop a nickel and hear Wayne Newton wailing Danke Schoen, anymore.
I am thankful my elders passed along and shared their (1860’s-1960’s) popular music with me. Else I’d have none.