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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself

“It's your honesty that people have a problem with, Meka.” - DX commenter (and good friend) ReyTheHussein

A while back one of the faithful c-boys on this site (what up LOL) suggested that yours truly should write a post on the anatomy of a “hater,” which is a word I can definitely do without in my vocabulary. For a minute I seriously contemplated doing one, but then I realized there’s no way for me to stretch out a relatively moot subject into at least 400 words. Plus, I had to get up early for work the next day.

The reasoning behind the whole thing - from what I understand at least - is that if one’s opinions differ from those of the general consensus, said opinions are simply passed off as hate-filled negativity, while the individual is considered nothing more than a single, sex-deprived homosexual who should kill themselves for thinking such asinine nonsense. Pardon my Nigerian, but that has definitely got to be the most ass-backward piece of shit logic I’ve ever heard, and this is coming from a writer whose life has been cyber-threatened countless times [1] since I got here because I don’t think that Weasel F. Baby is one of hip-hop’s premier lyricists [2]. What many of those humps fail to realize is that a person’s beliefs are nothing more than that: their personal outlooks. If every member in this hip-hop society felt the exact same way about everything remotely related to the culture, the entire shit would truly be dead the way Nas yapped on about it last year. As I’ve said before, hip-hop is a fighter’s music, and while some of that fighting has been damaging to the culture, our difference in attitudes is one of the reasons why it is still going strong some 30-plus years after Kool Herc unwittingly introduced it to the world from his house parties on Sedgwick and Cedar. Opinions are like assholes; everybody’s got one.

Since I’m on the topic of assholes (pause), it shouldn’t be a surprise to any visitor that I’m the “local one” on this section of the Internets. While it’s simple to jump to that conclusion, as I’ll admit that I have a tendency to paint your favorite rapper in a rather unflattering light, I find it hilarious when I see how most of those hoppers here are quick to call me a “hater” at the drop of a dime. I’ve never been one to initiate or indulge in any sort “e-beef” [3], and it certainly isn’t my fault that most of the things I spit here tend to fly over heads here. I, like all my fellow bloggers, am here to offer my own criticisms based on my own personal values, and if I believe that your “producer du juor” is an overrated, half-‘tard twit who creates the audio equivalent of fecal matter, nobody can, will or is going to convince me otherwise nor can I do the same, and I refuse to switch my style just to appease a couple schmucks. On the other hand, I’m more than willing, ready and able to smack the kufi, ottoman, Pelle Pelle jacket and/or ever-loving shit out of anyone if I feel they’ve stepped out of pocket and insulted my intelligence [4]. Cheap jabs are meaningless if they don’t knock your opponent out [5].

As such, there’s been a few instances where my thoughts have been misconstrued as “shocking,” yet another word that is quickly becoming a loathsome bother to me [6]. The last time I checked my driver’s license I was well into my twenties and a couple years removed from receiving my college degree, so if any reader (or blogger for that matter) considers my opinions appalling, I figure they’re either still attached to their mother via the umbilical cord or they’ve not stepped into the real world and faced its harsh realities. With all the bullshit that’s played on the radio, paraded on television screens and downloaded from the Internets, the problems of society stemming from an overly corrupt government, wrongly imprisoned change makers and political activists, well-intentioned but clueless soldiers getting ethered in the Middle East for nothing and insane religious fanatics ready to blow themselves up for their God(dess), the last thing my own personal thoughts should ever be considered is “shocking.” There’s a reason why my shit is entitled Slap-Boxing With Jesus , not Spooning With Xenu.

Hip-hop is an incredibly beautiful culture that has spread from the basements of the Bronx to touch the lives and souls of billions of people across the globe. Yet many conformists still tend to nitpick the thoughts of a lone individual, which is not only a complete waste of energy and time, but is essentially fucking up the culture itself. If those same sheeple spent that same energy fixing the rapidly increasing problems in hip-hop, I’m pretty sure nobody would be bitching about the South’s musical sense anymore.

I’m just here to provide my views - and possibly clarity - on hip-hop. But if I have to crack a cranium or two to get my point across, so be it.

[1] Seriously folks, my sisters frighten me more than “random e-thug #10.”

[2] And he’s not. Quit fooling yourselves.

[3] And contrary to what my Midwestern blogging brother from another mother Willie Ketchum thinks, I don’t have the “penchant” or time, nor do I really care to start shit on the Internets. “E-beef” is childish, and I’m quite grown.

[4] Don’t be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen. Nystradomus just got off easy.

[5] And yes, broke bastard and all, I’d still catch the next red eye to your place and smack the flames out your ass in front of your moms for your chain. But only if the correct buttons were pushed, however.

[6] Right next to “subliminal,” “swagger” and, of course, “hater.” It’s like people just learned these shits and are saying it to impress their friends now.

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