This is a subject which does not get as much attention as it deserves. I'm sure many of you are aware that music is a powerful tool for manipulating the psyche. It can literally alter your mood in an instant. The jew knows this, and uses it effectively.

For the muds, the kikes promote what could be called "aggressive" and "dominant" music. Of course I'm referring to hip-hop and R&B, where the lyrics usually promote the idea of the "tough" nigger, or the "sexy" nigger (in order to pump up the muds, intimidate White men, and convince White girls to bed down with coloreds). Remember: your thinking can actually have a physical effect on your body, and this includes breakdown or buildup of muscle mass.

For Whites, the kikes push the opposite. The slimy yids promote music which is pure weakness. Alternative rock, Emo, and mainstream (fake) punk, etc. The themes portrayed in these styles invoke a sense of self-loathing, worthlessness, and depression. Or, the lyrics are just meaningless babble with no message at all. The Bands that are political spout the usual leftist commie bile.

For these reasons, many Whites become wiggers, opting for the more manly nigger music, even if it does mean assuming a false identity. They would rather pretend they are the tough nigger, than be the scrawny emo pussy. It's hard to blame them really.

Let us analyze some lyrics for specific examples.

HIP HOP:

"Artist": 50-cent. "Song": In Da Club. Message: I'm a tough sexy rich nigger.

Chorus (2x)]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
...
If you watch how I move you'll
mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
...
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

"Artist": Eminem (feat Dr Dre/Snoop Dog/Xzibit/Nate Dogg) "Song": Bitch Please II (yes, that's actually the title) Message: I'm crazy nigger who will shoot you

You and what army could harm me?
D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach
(East-syde!) Came a long way, to makin these songs play
It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long uz', and I carry it all day
...
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty guns, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang!
Damn baby girl what's your name?
...
[Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop)]

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
[Snoop] That's, the devil, they always wanna dance
...
I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin you move
You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage
...
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
...
Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon

"Artist": Jay Z "Song": Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) Message: tough nigger from the hood who will shoot you/made it big

From standin on the corners boppin
to drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock
fleein the murder scene, you know me well
from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw

"Artist": Jay Z "Song": Big Pimpin Message: rich nigger/ladies man

You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em
Take 'em out the hood
Keep 'em looking good
But I don't fuckin' feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin'
Talking 'bout what's the reasons
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
...
Me give my heart to a woman
Not for nothin' never happen'
I'll be forever mackin'
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience and I hate waitin'
Hoe get your ass in
...

Chromin', shinin', sippin' daily
No rest until whitey pays me **Notice reference to Whitey

An analysis of the lyrics of virtually any popular hip-hop song will produce results similar to those above.

Now lets have a look at lyrics aimed at Whitey:

ALTERNATIVE/PUNK/EMO:

Artist: Nirvana Song: Rape Me Message: Submissiveness

Rape me
Rape me again
...
Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me, my friend

Artist: James Blunt Song: You're Beautiful Message: I can't get the girl

You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Artist: Green Day Song: LongView Message: I'm a failure

Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit
Im sick of all the same old shit
In a house with unlocked doors
And Im fucking lazy

Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
Im so damn bored Im going blind !!!
And I smell like shit
...
Call me pathetic, call me what you will
My mother says to get a job
But she dont like the one shes got
When masturbations lost its fun
Youre fucking breaking

Artist: Coldplay Song: Viva La Vida Message: Meaningless babble with a tinge of weakness

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
...
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
...
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
...
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Artist: Chevelle Song: Send the Pain Below Message: I'm a pussy, and my woman treats me like dog shit accordingly

I liked, having hurt
So send the pain below where I need it,
You used to beg me to take care of things,
And smile at the thought of me failing.

But long before, having hurt,
I'd send the pain below,
...
Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating,
...
I can't feel my chest,
Need more, drop down,
Closing in.
...
I can't feel my chest,
Drop down.

Artist: System of a Down Song: Toxicity Message: meaningless babble sung in an angry manner (purpose is to allow Whitey let off some steam in a harmless way)

Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
...
More wood for the fires, loud neighbours
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck

Artist: Rage Against the Machine Song: Killing in the name of Message: Evil Whitey must be resisted/cops are all racist White supremacists

Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
...
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
...
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
...
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Come on!
Yeah! Come on!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Motherfucker!
Uggh!

Artist: Papa Roach Song: Last Resort Message: Suicide

Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort, suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arms bleeding
Would it be wrong, would it be right
If I took my life tonight, chance are that I might
Mutilation out of sight and I'm contemplating suicide
Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I never realized I was spread too thin
Till it was too late and I was empty within
Hungry, feeding on chaos and living in sin
Downward spiral, where do I begin
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself and no love for another
Searching to find a love upon a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils
Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I can't go on living this way

Fortunately, there is an alternative. Pro-White music. Most of it is rock/oi/hardcore/folk. Some of it can be downloaded here for free:

http://www.solargeneral.com/audio

Some places which sell pro-White music:

http://www.finalstandrecords.com
http://www.aryanwear.com
http://http://www.diehardrecords.net/

Feel free to add you own thoughts on this matter, post links to pro-White (or at least positive) bands/artists, etc.

There is a lot of music out there which is not political or racial in nature, but that is healthy for Whites anyway. For example, The Corries were a good band, who played Scottish folk. You can look up their songs on YouTube. Great musicians these guys.