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Why Hip-Hop Still Can’t Make It


In one of my earlier posts on this section of the Internets, I explained how hip-hop is the only musical culture that doesn’t give a fuck about its fans or even its fellow man, save for when it’s time to “get that money.” But as usual, my ideals were misconstrued as “old man in the club” jibba jabba, which is odd considering that my age puts me in that same demographic the Hugo Chavezes of rap target that bullshit towards. So excuse me if I may come off as bitter because I encompass a higher level of thinking than most (word to Ms. Howse), and thus won’t fall for those insipid fallacies that are disguised as “good music” despite the fact it’s been forced upon us for some time now.

At the same time, those that do fall for the shit have the gall to call the rest of us out on it, dismissing it as “hate,” when they are sorely mistaken. Hitler’s “Final Solution,” Hiroshima’s ethering, Iraqi insurgents in Guantanamo Bay treated like pitbulls in Ron Mexico’s backyard and the overall fucking over of minorities? Hate. The fact someone feels that a popular rapper is wack, and nothing is going to change that opinion lest they turn water into the cure for The Germ? Not so much.

Many people (including myself) complain that hip-hop music has disintegrated into nothing more than minstrel-era dances (“Watch My Feet,” A.H.L.O.T? Holy shit; take me now, Black Jesus) and overused drug references, and that the people do not have a say in what can and should not get play, to which I call bullshit on. I once stated that the people who run this hip-hop shit are not the TIs that believe it’s a good idea to create a show that shows Reh Dogg in the shower (ayoooo...), it is the ones that purchase, copy, bootleg and steal this shit. We are the ones they are catering to, so contrary to popular belief, we do have the power to tell these motherfuckers, “Enough is enough.”

But who am I to say shit like I’m Raúl Castro or something? Most of today’s generation – my generation – prefer to post fruity-looking videos of themselves humping ottomans, shuffling their feet to a sample of The Lion King or having their sons puddy-pop on YouTube. Ain’t nothing “quasi” about that shit; that shit’s a full-blown, flagrant foul on homosexuality, with a dash of coonery thrown in for good measure. Does anybody else agree with me that YouTube is the new blackface?

But fuck if nobody wants to open his or her eyes, ears and minds to it. We’d much rather jump on the Internets to insult the next man, throw on some too-tight meatwatcher jeans and other such dumbass shit while whining how some tree-bark eating Jansport rocker doesn’t get enough shine. Yet we wonder why hip-hop stays losing.





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