I remember someone talking about their idea for a "dj" music production pin where you play as a dj/producer (?) and you build/remix a track, which would work for a rap pin, sort of like a game/jukebox combo.

Here's the problem - this is what you'd get:

I can't stand it, I kno ... JACKPOT
I'mma .. SHOOT THE LEFT RAMP ... Watergate
I can't stand .. JACKPOT .. in here
'Cause your crystal ball .. GET THE EXTRA BALL
So while .. SUPER JACKPOT .. wonder why

And so on. The worst part about Rock pins is the damn singing bungled up with the callouts. A rap pin would just exacerbate that problem.

If there was one, how many would sell?

None of the pinheads that I know even listen to rap music.

I’d only buy a rap pin if it was called rappin’

What about an Organized Rhyme? DJ Pin, what could be a better fit?

Canadian hip hop is a strange scene. It is generally has much more polite lyrics. I think artists like Shad are really pushing what rap can be.

Thats because this current generation is by far the worst in human history and most popular music and film represents that. What the hell is that, I know its not rap its Crap. Gucci? what a joke. Simply a 2 word review "Shit Sandwich" Now theres a cool idea for a music pin.

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Ok old timer whatever u say. for me anyway the best pins ever made have all been post 2000 and I'm an 80's kid. boy am I thankful for that.

1. I'm 1 year younger than you
2. I'll let you know when I need a fucking Canuck to tell me what's cool

You guys do realize that the Gucci Gang garbage is not what most of us are talking about.

Rather than having an uneducated opinion, why not just watch this:

https://www.netflix.com/ca/title/80082677

It's a pretty awesome documentary about hip hop, and unless you're a complete muppet, you should walk away from this with some sort of appreciation for the art.

Cheers

Boooom!

Well one thing Americans do need is Canadians to let them know whats cool that I can't disagree with at all. It seems a year is all one needs to be delusional. 60's and 70's ems? come on man.

The 80s were so cool, there is retro fashion available for you to wear while you are playing your retro 80s themed games whether at home or on location so you can really fit the part!

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"Rap is crap, I'm a poet and didn't know-it."

Damn right. best decade for music and film and fashion. You know its true.

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Ahhh the Jane Fonda workout and locking the door. Childhood memories that will never die. Who am I kidding I just did that last week. Ahhhh sweet sweet Jane.

That's seriously debatable. If you were a kid at the time of course you will have fond memories, but as a young adult at the time I can say the 80s was certainly not my favorite with the way people acted, dressed, worked themselves to death, and other goings on in the world. It was really a stressed out time.

In fact it would be at the bottom of my list and good riddance when it was over. But we made the best of it and there was plenty of good media and other things to do. I certainly have no desire to revisit it. Never did and never will.

Tough age o-din. Too old not to care aboot being nuked into oblivion and too young for enough coke not to give a shit.

So what you're saying is JJP is doing a weird al pin next. GOT IT.

They had us do nuke drills when we were kids where we would get under our desks at school like that would some how save us. As far as coke is concerned it was rampant from the late 70s and 80s and I watched quite a few friends of mine that went from smoking weed in the 70s take a real bad road that it some cases went onto meth later on. It was their choice, not mine.

I'm really stoked for when I was born because I not only got to see part of the 60s but also got to live the dream as a teenage skater and surfer in So Cal during the 70s before this place was way overcrowded and the ocean was still clean. At 56 now, I'm not feeling much older either because I just go with the flow and roll with the times. And good times they are.

I love the 70's as well and quite fond of the 90's but Jane, Oh sweet Jane. Time to lock the door.

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What would be hella Sweet is that you either select your decade/era of rap for the whole game, or partial game (mode style). You could have one era of rap for the whole game, select eras via modes, or work your way through different eras through game play (randomized so the game isn’t linear).

I like plenty of rap through the years. Lots actually, but I’d never describe myself as a fan of rap music. Indeed, I probably dislike most of it, but that’s beside the point. I think a rap pin could be really “dope” and would be a great thing for testing the waters of a new demographic. Marketing wise, it’s probably a no brainer, in spite of the “old white guy” syndrome.

Stern should take a chance on a limited release. But they probably won’t, because that would be risky and expensive (cough WWE cough).

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"Triumph" lyrics
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics
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"Triumph"

[Ol Dirty Bastard:]
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever motherfuckers
this like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'mma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

[Inspectah Deck:]
I bomb atomically Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be dropping these
mockeries lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun explosion when my pen hits
tremendous ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor die-hard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swinging swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked performing live on your hottest block

[Method Man:]
As the world turns I spread like germ
Bless the globe with the pestilence the hard-headed never learn
this my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life standing firm
on foreign land jump the gun out the frying pan into the fire
Transform into the Ghost Rider a six-pack
and A Streetcar Named Desire who got my back?
In the line of fire holding back what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggas is strapped and they're tryna twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm what the blood
clot we smoke pot and blow spots
You wanna think twice I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

[Cappadonna:]
I twist darts from the heart tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP Martini on the slang rocks
Certified chatterbox vocabulary 'Donna talking
Tell your story walking
Take cover kid what? Run for your brother kid
Run for your team and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted
My deadly notes reign supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart I got the fashion
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the God

[Ol Dirty Bastard:]
The saga continues
Wu-Tang Wu-Tang

[U-God:]
Olympic torch flaming we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory the agony defeat
We crush slow flaming deluxe slow
For Judgment Day cometh conquer it's war
Allow us to escape Hell globe spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky Golden Arms
Tunes spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fake false step make the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie vigilante tantrum
A death kiss catwalk squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra graceful music ballerinas
My music Sicily rich California smell
An axe kill adventure paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing sipping on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperon rotating ring kings

[RZA:]
Maech or the wooden soldiers C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square we stay in gold like Flair
Escape from your dragon's lair in particular
My beats travel like a vortex through your spine
to the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
heart terminal like Grand Central Station
Program fat basslines on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck I'm ducking five-year probation

[GZA:]
War of the masses the outcome disastrous
Many of the victim families save their ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back received penalties for their acts
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray niggas get slayed on the song

[Masta Killa:]
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that's heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the Nation this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel Irief takes the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none

[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo! Yo! Yo fuck that look at all these crab niggas laid back
Lamping like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a navy green salamander fiend
bitches overheard you scream
You two-faces scum of the slum I got your whole body numb
Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincing thousand dollar cork-pop convention
Hands like Sonny Liston get fly permission
Hold the fuck up I'll unfasten your wig bad luck
I humiliate separate the English from the Dutch
it's me black Noble Drew Ali
Came in threes we like the Genovese
sazon season these degrees
it's Earth ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence the wave burst split the megahertz

[Raekwon:]
Aiyo that's amazing gun in your mouth talk verbal foul hawk
Connect dots to make my man child walk
Swift notarizer Blue-Tang all up in the high-riser
New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer
Just a dosage delegate my Clan with explosives
While my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean see y'all the number one draft pick
Tear down the beat God then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor flex the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel play the weed God substantiala
Max mostly undivided then slide in sickening
Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod Strickland

Wu-Tang Clan lyrics are property and copyright of their owners.

That's all I need to say! The greatest rap song by the greatest rap group!

The best and the worst IMO. I was 16 in ‘80 and 25 in ‘89, and it was a hell of a ride. The early 80’s were awesome, and original and exciting. The mid to late 80’s was shallow, formulaic, vacuous, tacky, materialistic and drowning in conspicuous consumption.

It’s because EVERYTHING in our society is now is 100% about the $. And marketing, and demographics, and data. Every nuance of our lives is tracked, captured and for sale.

Entertainment, for which we all love and strongly associate with the culture of our era, is no longer art, it’s product. I’m speaking mostly about the mainstream, but these days, in all walks of life, it’s all about the Benjamins. Many things are downright shittier than they were in decades past, because everything gets down to the bottom line.

In the old days, at least people played lip service to art, and culture, and counterculture and being unconventional. Doing things for Love and passion. Not much any more.

Nyah.

I'm joking about the fashion, lets be clear on that but films and music oh yeah.

A Rap themed game would be great as long as Pinball Browser works and I could change all the crappy songs out. Maybe even some cool playfield overlays and a different translite.

Could be amazing...

You can't spell CRAP without RAP.

There are people on this site who complain about how unwholesome it is to have an Octoberfest game because it promotes beer drinking.....so how well do you think rap will fly?

doo doo rap multiball, the aim of the game is to get Big Daddy, Kane, Kutmaster Kool V, TJ Swan out of the Albee Square mall before everyone catches the vapors!

I'm thinking the average Pinsider is about a 45-50 + white male who grew up in the burbs and who always got everything they wanted for Christmas, probably just off the cusp of enjoying YO MTV RAPS but never missed Headbanger's Ball and owns every KISS and Aerosmith LP. I'd bet that they also think Tapatio is too spicy and that they think 45 is making it great again.

Wu Tang Pinball is for the children!

Of course they don't, lol. Raise your hand if you've ever seen Style Wars! Actually, that film would make for a really incredible pin.

Buck 65, Sixtoo and all the folks on Peanuts and Corn are pretty awesome, just to name a few. https://peanutsandcorn.bandcamp.com

The greatest living rapper is Machine Gun Kelly:

[Verse 1]
Kells
This is a real rapper's theme music
Bitch, sing to it
This how you cook up some dope with no powder
Don't turn on that stove, just turn this shit up louder
Black Eddie Bauer, mask on my face
Like I'm ready to take what is yours cause it's ours
Y'all stole my style, I shlt on you like bowels
And take all your princesses, bitch, I am Bowser
Fnck superpowers, I got this weed
Gun on my hip, dawg, that's all that I need
I don't play games, man I'm not in no league
And I don't drop no names but bitch I am from Cleve-land
D-D-D-Damn, someone tell Britney we did it again
I hear Pooh Gutta acquitted again
And my bank account holding 6 digits again
Pour out some Henn'
This for the ones who ain't make it
This for the ones who ain't make it
Focus your lens, point it at me and see greatness
Point it at me and see greatness
Ray need a Benz, Dub needa all black Mercedes
Tezo need all white, he racist but homie I'm sayin'
I need a penthouse that's vacant
Arab money "Salaam-Alaikum"
The beast is awaken, pick up your shotty
My bitch is a murderer, she got a body
She got that brain, summa cum laude
My city the jungle, don't take that Safari
It's lions, it's tigers, gangsters, disciples
Lords, Judases, shanks and them rifles
Whores who swear that they live by The Bible
And friends who think they deserve more than entitled
And that's why I…

[Hook]
(Sail)
Up out of the ghetto
Away from the mornings where snow in that shovel
(Sail)
Up out of this level
I'm tryna be number one, why would I settle?
(Sail)
Gone to the new world
No Pinta, no Nina, no Santa Maria
Still keep it hood with my peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria

[Verse 2]
Uh, Drank in my cup
Workin' my wrist, I be spankin' my slut
Juggle my nuts
Use your two hands while I juggle these fucks
But thats zero, it's none
My hands busy holding middle fingers up
I don't do two things: that's love and that's trust
And I don't hate y'all, I'm just fnckin' with us
And that's word to Nipsey
My hustle's mean, I can sell bats to Ken Griffey
I'm like Lionel Richie, my fans have me touring till 2050
This cycle is evil
This verse is for Tino
One time for my people
And fuck all these fakers
Can't wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you

Here’s some rap I like.

Someone start a “Let’s talk about Rap, HipHop and R&B” thread. Lol.

I imagine in some genres the music could be considered good, but I've got a healthy mix of go-to albums from the 60s, 70s, 90s, and 2000s. From the 1980s, I have a Pink Floyd album, Echo and the Bunnymen, and the Smiths. I'm willing to concede that my anti-80s music bias is aimed at hair-metal bands, Phil Collins, and Fine Young Cannibals. I'm sure if I dug deep enough I'd find some treasure.

The greatest Rap group ever was The Geto Boys.

Rick Rubin produced their hardest core disc, that made all the other "gangster rappers" look like little girls.

These guys would make the best Rap Pin, bar none:

[Verse 1: Bushwick Bill]
Paranoid, sitting in a deep sweat
Thinking, I gotta fnck somebody before the week ends
The sight of blood excites me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place with me at the wrong time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fncking mind
Calm down, back to reality
Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me
Flashes, I get flashes of Jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin'
The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fnck
Pussy play Superman, your ass'll get boxed up
Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick
This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic

[Verse 2: Bushwick Bill]
Looking through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a peeping tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinking rape
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leaving out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my knife, said, "If you scream, I'm cuttin'"
Opened her legs and commenced the fnckin'
She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose
Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
Had sex with the corpse before I left her
And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
Run for shelter never crossed my mind
I had a gauge, a grenade, and even a nine
Dial 911 for the bitch
But the cops ain't shlt when they're fncking with a lunatic

[Verse 3: Scarface]
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Dreaming of the people I've dismantled
I close my eyes and in the circle
Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies being fncked up
Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's going for guts
Boys used to die when I'm full of that fry
I be amping when I'm high
So I say 'fnck' and just let bullets fly
Like I said before, Scarface is my identity
A homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip
And bitch, come equipped, ain't taking no shlt
Cause here comes a lunatic

[Verse 4: Scarface]
My girl's getting skinny, she's strung out on coke
So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat
Her grandma was standing there, she was screaming out, "Brad!"
As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on Brad's ass
Went to the back and grabbed a shovel
Now granny's on her way to meet the devil
Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch
A cop says (Freeze, motherfncker!) Bitch, suck my dick
I said, "Die, motherfnckers!" as I blasted
Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
The scent of buckshots in human flesh
Pigs dying, from bullet wounds to the chest
No sheriff's gonna take me on a road
Dark as fnck, and let his pistols explode
Fnck that, cause I ain'ts to die
So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry
It got me crazy as fnck
A raging psychotic full of that Angel's Dust
The cops had the place surrounded
Hunted for a way to get out - I found it
Innocent bystanders was watching; set an example
I popped one, "Let me go, goddammit scot free or all of these mother fuckers coming with me"
All of a sudden the shlt got silent
I remember waking up in an asylum
Bein treated like a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit
Think this is harsh? This ain't as harsh as it gets
No telling what's being thought up in the mind of a lunatic

[Verse 5: Willie D]
November 1st 1966
A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
I should of been killed
But sister fncked around and let me live
Now I developed a criminal behavior
Fnck with me, and I'll slay ya
Ass, beyond recognition, shlt
Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch
I beg your pardon, on talking to Borden
You'll never find a mother fncker, so save your milk cartons
Cross the line, your ass is mine
I don't give a fnck if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me
Your funky ass will be pushing up daisies
You wanna know what makes me click?
My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic

[Verse6: Willie D]
I ain't got it all, so don't fnck with me
Unless your ass wanna be made history
I'll blow your motherfncking house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fncked
I don't give a damn who I slay
Don't let me get a hold to some E&J
Cause when the shlt hit the fan
I'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican
The nightmares I leave you with on the scene
Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch
I got the mind of a lunatic

Fuuuuuuuck

We need a Riff Raff game

DD or YZ on the art!

Also Snoop & Beasties.

Dude. Horny on main.

anyways, lots of quality to work with people.

That middle group with him and his sister is so strange, someone posted them on a thread before, crazy videos

You should have seen the way they treated poor Chappie

Gotta have Rappers Delight in there somehow.