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Violent Rap Is The Past, Present And Future

Being that I barely have a social life outside of drunken escapades at a party every now and then and random-ass sexual romps once in a while – although most would consider that a pretty decent social life, but I digress – I spent the majority of this past weekend watching a plethora of violent shows on television: Saturday morning cartoons, the Kimbo Slice fight and the first two Ninja Turtle movies. Reliving a past childhood and realizing how silly being fascinated at watching a group of people run around performing ninja moves in green turtle costumes as a child was, I actually had to sit back in amazement at not only how it enthralled me when I was younger, but also how aggressive said programming was, even when aimed at a juvenile demographic.

It’s not surprising, however, given the ruthless nature of man and woman. I can’t recall where or when, but I think I was either told (or maybe I read it somewhere?) that it was in man’s psyche to be violent; it’s why we have children like Gangsta Ass Laterian Milton [1] running wild in this world. To be quite blunt, we’re savage by the time we pop out of our mothers, but for the most part we’re taught to not indulge in such tendencies.

By that (admittedly bizarre) logic, I can see why rap music is so bloodthirsty more often than not, as well as why that form of sound sells more than random-ass shit about seashells and tulips. Well, it used to sell before Internets Ninjas like DJ Chuck T [2] began dropping off bootlegs on the fly. It panders to our natural human instincts, and gratifies our own delusional grandeurs of mayhem. It’s why we’re more drawn to songs about ether than songs about salad tossing. Hell, it’s why I’d likely listen to Clipse before Talib Kweli on any given day.

Contrary to what the likes of Oprah, Bill Cosby and Al Sharpton may claim you can’t blame hip-hop music for society’s ills, not to mention: fuck Oprah and Al Sharpton. Bill Cosby gets props cuz I used to dig Ghost Dad, but that’s where it stops. If anything’s to be the scapegoat it should be our own innate tendencies – as well as man’s greedy, capitalistic nature as well – for bugging the fuck out.

[1] As a side note – as well as a cheap plug – my pat’nah Shake and I’s side hustle is going through some changes, so you may want to hit its cyber-skins with this prophylactic for the time being: http://2dopeboyz.wordpress.com/.

[2] What I found particularly hilarious was that in the c-section of that piece the good DJ dropped off a link of Wayne’s new album, yet nobody even noticed that shit yet continued to ask where he or she could find one. I could correlate that to the fact my theory that the majority of humps who comment are nothing more than a bunch of ADHD-inflicted future Section 8 residents, but that would just be mean.

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