Day 3: A song describing your occupation or field of study

Currently I’m a content strategist. I doubt there’s a song for that, yet. Although perhaps my fellow Confab alums and content strategy tribe might like to create one…. So for this day’s challenge we’ll have to go with one of the degrees I earned — journalism. It’s funny how these two songs that murder the media are among my favorites by Public Enemy.

Warning, explicit language is used. These songs definitely don’t pass the “you can say it in front of your grandma” test. Well, unless your grandma is youngish and swears like a sailor.

Don’t Believe the Hype


Letter to the New York Post


Excerpts from Don’t Believe the Hype lyrics

False media, we don’t need it do we?
(It’s fake that’s what it be to ya, dig me?

The meaning of all of that, some media is the wack
As you believe it’s true It blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars, get me a shovel
Some writers I know are damn devils
For them I say, don’t believe the hype
(Yo, Chuck, they must be on the pipe, right?)
Their pens and pads I’ll snatch cause I’ve had it
I’m not a addict fiending for static
I’ll see their tape recorder and I grab it
(No, you can’t have it back, silly rabbit)
I’m going to my media assassin, Harry Allen — I gotta ask him
(Yo, Harry, you’re a writer, are we that type?)
(Don’t believe the hype)

 

Excerpts from A Letter to the New York Post lyrics

Artist: Public Enemy
Album: Apocalypse 91

Here’s a letter to the New York Post
The worst piece of paper on the east coast
Matter of fact the whole state’s forty cents
In New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no g**d**n sense at all
America’s oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit

Get your story straight motherfucker
It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad
Here’s a letter to the New York Post
Ain’t worth the paper it’s printed on
Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
That is 190 years continuous of fucked up news

Yo, Jet be a good host
Don’t print bull like the New York Post
Augh, looks like somebody slipped up here
Anyway here’s a letter to the New York Post
Black newspapers and magazines are supposed to get the real deal
From the source y’all
Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post
Burned us just like toast
When it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E.
Get your shit correct

Do you have a song that describes your job or field of study?

From A Better 30 Day Music Challenge

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