
Since A&R and Artist Development budgets have been cut like healthcare and every one and their uncle’s baby momma wants to be a rapper, we here at Southern Comfort have decided to put together a nifty Idiots Guide to a Successful Rap Career, detailing a few of the less obvious rules (misspell as often as possible using a “z” any chance you get, pick the most retarded ass stage name you can think of, make it an acronym for something outrageous if you can, etc.)
Follow at your own risk. And if you blow up, I expect mad residuals. Crazy mad.
Celebrate Your Inner Thug, and if it its gestating, water it and make that bitch grow. Like you, on the daily, we sell so many drugs and kill so many old ladies and innocent bystanders, our thugometer reads “Got damn! You a thug! For Real” We only listen to your records because we want to feel connected, to know that we aren’t alone in our thug-thizzle. Amp it up- never, ever get soft and talk about love, your feelings, or your momma for more than one song every other album. If this is deemed absolutely necessary (and it shouldn’t ever be) , that one song should be about the love you feel for your momma, pouring a little liquor out for your homies and how you’re sorry your called your ho a bitch. This one song should always be sandwiched between tracks like “Die Die Kill Die (Motherfucker Why You Aint Dead Yet!?)” and “Fuck You Ho”.
Rapper Role Model: Uncle Murder
Tell Me You’re the Shit. We can’t think very well for ourselves anymore. I blame Jay Z for wearing du-rags on MTV and making us love him. We can’t tell from your music how good you are, usually because your label never releases it, so we really need you to constantly tell us. In every interview possible, mention how your soon-to-never-be-released album is the best album ever. One of the top 5 of all time. The best in the past 10 years. This helps lower expectations. Then compare yourself to ‘Pac and Big. Because a dead man’s cosign really is that important.
Rapper Role Model: Saigon
Ignore your Hip Hop History. Knowledge from whence you came? Pshaw! Hip Hop history is just for 35 year olds who used to break dance in their momma’s kitchen with their cousins when they were 12. Contemporary rap fans only need to know that you know all the words to Books 1 of All Eyez On Me. You don’t listen to A Tribe Called Quest? Who cares? Can you superman that ho? YOOOOOOUUUUU!!!
Rapper Role Model: Lupe Fiasco
This leads me to Dance. Invent A Dance. This aint 1989 and were not talking about you dancing like Big Daddy Kane. Not gangsta. You need to create something that makes us shake our ass, or snap our fingers, or lean back, or rock-away, or make it rain and wash away. You get the point. Intricate choreography isn’t necessary, in fact the simpler the better. You also get extra points if you are able to incorporate some kind of call and response into it.
Rapper Role Model: Jose Gordo
Bank Publicly. How much money you have in the bank, under the mattress, in your car, in your ho’s bra is mad important to us. Often times, it’s more important that your actual skill level as a rapper. At ever y opportunity, tell us how many point you make per unit sold. We actually have no clue what this means, but if you use a high number, we will assume you make a lot of money, and therefore rule. Drape yourself in diamonds and other assorted obscene displays of wealth; do everything to show that you are not only new money, but have waaaaay more than me. It gives us something to reach for. Like yo chain bitch.
Rapper Role Model: Curtsy Boo Boo
Shock Us. This is one of the hardest things to do these days, as we have literally heard it all. Twice. Just five minutes ago, on your last CD. Two options—go all the way left and stop cussing (boring!) or go all the way right and make a song called “Fuck Cracka Nigga Fuck!” Make those the only word in the song, repeat them for three minutes. Toss in a bitch or motherfucker as your change your inflection, just to keep things interesting.
Rapper Role Model: Plies
There you have- the key to a successful career in rap. Next, we’ll get into maximizing your profits and diversifying your business interests. Don’t worry, I’ll use smaller words when we get into details.
Tags: 50 cent, a tribe called quest, fat joe, lupe fiasco, plies, rapper, rules for rapping, saigon, successful career in rao, uncle murder
October 9, 2007 at 10:04 pm |
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October 9, 2007 at 10:08 pm |
fuck my job…..nigga. bitches don’t recpeck a big salary and benefits nigga!!! I’m quittin and making a song called …….. Big Dick Mac dirty Sanchez Brown dat Ho!!!
October 9, 2007 at 10:21 pm |
*applauds*
October 9, 2007 at 10:22 pm |
*bows*
mac– remember – i get residuals.
October 9, 2007 at 10:29 pm |
lmao @ Greenie
Funny girl.
October 9, 2007 at 10:30 pm |
thank you love
October 9, 2007 at 10:32 pm |
lol
October 10, 2007 at 12:07 am |
LOL aww man greeny.. i likes i likes
October 10, 2007 at 1:15 am |
Yo good advice, this stuff is essential
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p.s Reading is gay, don’t do it ya dig
October 10, 2007 at 1:17 am |
the sad part is I bet A&R’s suggest this stuff in a more subtle manner
October 10, 2007 at 9:30 am |
thank you guys very much.
October 10, 2007 at 9:53 am |
lmao. on point girl.
October 10, 2007 at 9:54 am |
Damn, I might as well throw those 20 rhyme books away, get some botox and and off a few folks.
Good Stuff, Greeness.
October 10, 2007 at 9:56 am |
Lesson 3: Becoming Mantan – how to bamboozle yourself and others.
rapper role model – Souja Boy
October 10, 2007 at 9:57 am |
Yo Greenie this is the best posts I’ve read in a long long time and very accurate!! Great job on this! I wish I just had 25% of your writing prowless!
October 10, 2007 at 10:00 am |
Hi greeny…
(borat voice)
Ahhh, Sexy Time!
October 10, 2007 at 10:05 am |
thank you folks, im truly glad you like it.
(indeed crazy, indeed)
October 10, 2007 at 11:43 am |
That was niiiice. Sh*t’s is true though….
October 10, 2007 at 1:42 pm |
Classic post. Greenie madd props on this
October 10, 2007 at 2:14 pm |
thank you my “it” friend.
October 10, 2007 at 4:37 pm |
LOL no your the “it” friend
October 10, 2007 at 4:45 pm |
good chit… and if anyone’s lookin’ for me, I’ll be lane switchin’ with the paint drippin’…
October 10, 2007 at 10:19 pm |
I’ll be lane switchin’ with the paint drippin’…
With my bitch sippin on lemonade pimpin
^^I’m gonna be a rapper. Now where can i get some grills?
October 11, 2007 at 4:08 am |
“Die Die Kill Die (Motherfucker Why You Aint Dead Yet!?)” = HILARITY!
Daaaannnnggg, Greenie! You went in like nobody’s business on this one. This is f’n CLASSIC.
You’re gettin’ extra-special lovin’ tonite for this one!
Propssss!
October 11, 2007 at 9:28 am |
We could see franchises like this popping up (-) in malls across the country,
“Build-A-Bear” style, instead we’d name it “Instant MC” or “Minute Nice” for how long there careers would last.
They would also come (-) complete with a birth certificate (post 1985) and hood/block/crew affiliation tattoo (gotta represent-no England).
A&r’s would flock there in droves……kids would love them too….that way they can stan there own creation….
read the fine print: skills not included (package disclaimer)
(-)
October 11, 2007 at 12:29 pm |
Thank you Ms. Green. Greatly appreciated. You and my man are stand-up people…..
*none necessary*
October 11, 2007 at 1:49 pm |
applaud this young lady.. a much needed manual.
October 11, 2007 at 3:08 pm |
lol..glad yo see u on ur A game lil mama
October 14, 2007 at 10:38 am |
Greenie. LOL. Incredible.
Don’t be giving away shit like this for de free (c) LB Business
April 22, 2009 at 4:43 pm |
no bad…