Power pop is a popular musical genre that draws its inspiration from 1960s British and American rock music. It typically incorporates a combination of musical devices such as strong melodies, clear vocals and crisp vocal harmonies, economical arrangements and prominent guitar riffs. Instrumental solos are usually kept to a minimum, and blues elements are largely downplayed.
In the 1980s and 1990s, power pop continued as a commercially modest genre but by the mid-1990s through the 2000s, power pop was mainly in the underground.
While its cultural impact has waxed and waned over the decades, power pop is among rock's most enduring subgenres.
Power pop has been described as mixture of hard rock and melodic pop music, thus power pop tends to be more aggressive than pop rock. Author John M. Borack has stated in his book that the genre has often been applied to varied groups and artists with "blissful indifference" noting incorrect labeling of the genre to Britney Spears, Green Day, the Bay City Rollers and Def Leppard.
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It's the Barre baby (huh?)
The Barre baby (who?)
The Barre baby (what?)
The Barre baby
[Verse 1]
Now for all y'all who aint heard of me
It's da M.O.E. the Barre baby
Im a south side living legend
A third ward, bone hard street veteran
It all started in 93'
High school I was a fool i was only 18
With the dreams of becoming a ghetto superstar
Rollin a foregin car through the streets of third ward
It was hard momma saw me with a case of codine
And promethazyne now im a codine fiend
And my team was the coldest everyday we rolled thick
Niggas and hoes on dick because the screwed up click
And im the
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Barre Baby
The Barre baby
That M.O.E. from that S.U.C.
Barre baby
The Barre baby
Now I got the whole world sippin drank with me
[Verse 2]
Now the introduction has been made
Time to get paid, time to get laid
Time to ball and parlay
Time to smoke hay
Time for versace shades
Make my trunk wave
Time to get sprayed
This is for my niggas in the cage, living in a rage
See mo-yo done turned the page
Put down the gage, its me my mic and my stage
>From the cradle to the grave
See I keeps a bald fade
So clean and on codine and lemonade
I gotta stay paid cause im tha
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Barre Baby
The Barre baby
That M.O.E. screaming S.U.C.
Barre baby
The Barre baby