Thursday, December 21, 2006

My feelings on the crap we now call rap (here's a hint: there's a BIG difference between RAP and HIP HOP)

I can't stand this watered down capitalistic version of rap we are getting now a days! It's nothing more than a ministrel show parading around as real hip hop. Artists I have no respect for in the rap game: fiddy cents aka loose change, Camron aka pinky homo, and dip set aka d**** set. Bring me some real hip hop, some enter the 36 chambers, the real adventures of, reasonable doubt, life after makaveli 7 day ready to die follow the leader hip hop!
Bump a million dollar video with special effects and a cute hook (50), give me a freestyle with Rakim, Nas, 1996 Jay, Big L, and Big Daddy Kane.
On a side note, ATL snap rap is also hot garbage, along with whatever remnants their are of the lil' jon crunk movement. Only dudes out the South that get love are Scarface, MJG and 8, UGK, Outkast, Ludacris, T.I and the whole cash money click (UNLV included) before 2004 and before Baby lost his mind thinking he could suceed without Juvie, Turk, and B.G., when they were repping Nawlins. P and all the No Limit souljas get a pass to, he kicked open the doors to the south. 3-6 mafia (outside of the evangelists screaming they are of satan) get's love to. I could care less about the Florida hip hop movement, slip and slide is slippin, outside of Ross. The more people realize the difference between rap and hip hop, the better as a community we will be. Case in point: On Bow Wow's new song , these lyrics are found:

"I got the whips, wheels, diamonds on my grill
money, hoes and clothes man it's all a playa knows
Being broke
Naw nigga i don't know about that
Being broke
Naw nigga i don't know about that"

(and this goes on & On & i hate crap rap)

This is not what the creators of hip hop had in mind when they started throwing parties in Sedgewick park in the Bronx, NY in 1973. Hip hop was meant to unify, not separate our people and culture. At the same time with this crap, you have a rap legend like Nas who has his head on straight and understands what hip hop is about, who puts out lyrics which show what is going on in the inner city, much like a ghetto warped cnn:

"Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms crib
Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid
Cornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crew
They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview
Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's
in the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds
So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years
Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs
All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night
with young dudes it's them he wanna be like
It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up
31 and can't give his youth up, he's in his second childhood"

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