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Foxy Brown Lost


September 10, 2007 | Tags: none

Before I start this, one quick, unrelated question: why are all the rappers suddenly going on the BALCO diet? It’s bad enough Curtsy, Timbaland and Busta Rhymes look like elongated action figures, but Dr. Dre too? My guess is he's finally tired of getting sucker-punched at various awards shows now.

In any case, for the past few days I’ve been listening to a playlist on my iPod that actually consists of two playlists meshed into one: Yonkers’ exceptionally-talented-but-continuously-losing D-Block, and a team who’s epic downward spiral into obscurity has provided hours of comedic fodder for my cousin and I during our Madden nights: The Diplomats. The frustrating thing about this whole thing is that these two separate camps had the talent and depth to actually become a huge force in East Coast hip-hop only to have their careers derailed by boneheaded decisions, what with The Lox essentially signing away their lives to Diddy then having to beg him on Hot 97 for their manhood back (no, seriously), and the Dips having the foolish notion that a rapper who rocks clothes the color of a hymen could take them to the promised land.

The interesting thing about their respective scenarios, however, is the fact that they’ve been able to retain some sort of relevance in the omnipresent mixtape game. That, and the empty threats to make it a “real hot summer.” Honestly, considering that his butt buddy Jim Jones won’t talk to him but he will talk to Fiddy, both Hell Rell’s and 40 Cal’s album will make about as much money as I do a year (which isn’t much) and nobody’s seen the guy in months, it’s safe to say that Cam’Run lost.

Speaking of losers, it’s nice to see that the progression of the women’s movement in rap has deteriorated to the point where Fergie and Nelly Furtado are the torchbearers of the shit now. I honestly don’t know how it happened, but the fact that female rappers are now more likely to shoot the shit out of their weed carrier, catch drunk-driving charges and do time in the bing than actually deliver an album has got to be one of the more sad things in hip-hop. Think about it: who really wants to be involved in an arena of nothing but guys running around with their chests all puffed out like Kirby’s Dream Land? Rappers down to c-boys talk like homophobes all the time, yet they run around with no shirt on. Um, what?

The latest blow (heh) to female rap is Foxy Brown’s impending prison sentence. Where she was once in line to be one of the best female rappers ever, she’s now been reduced to slugging it out with Chink nail painters over a $45 manicure bill, stealing clothes like Winona Ryder and other random-ass, hood-rat-gone-wild shit usually reserved for those broads I saw on the subways with their inmate boyfriend/baby daddy’s name tatted on their arms. Shit, if it’s that bad Inga, I could have sprung the bill for you; my monthly cell phone bill is more expensive than that shit. Not to sound like a chauvinistic asshole (yeah, right), but maybe if women rappers focused more on their waning relevance than on the slores that get MasterCards swiped down their asscrack in music videos, perhaps guys wouldn’t resort to having them strip in music videos to remain relevant. I’m just saying.




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