“HIP HOP is (subjectively) DEAD”

HIP HOP IS (subjectively) DEAD” 
(Chapter 8)

                                                                                                    L. Migraine                                                                                                                                                                    
Y’all will have to forgive me: I haven’t quite given up Kindred Llama. In addition to Mr. Lamar…I’ve developed a love affair with “Dear White People” (the show, not the movie). I was actually supposed to write this entry a few days ago but I got to Netflixin’ and Chillin’…and my mind was elsewhere. But digress a brother does…



WAAAAAAYYYY back in 2006 Nas conceived a phrase that would be beat to death worse than “men lie, women lie- numbers don’t” (numbers actually lie but that’s another story): hip hop is dead. I rocks with Nas tough and at 24 years of age…the sentiment sounded legit. Snap rap was all over the radio, the South was running things (into the ground), and the situation was looking bleak. As has ALWAYS been the case with yours truly, I’ll get down with a beat quickly before I consider the lyrics, so I may come off hypocritical considering the content of my iPod Touch. Or, for every Nas, Jay-Z, Lupe Fiasco, and Eminem track…there was a Young Jeezy or Lil Jon’ cut somewhere in the mix.



I’m a sucker for a good beat: sue me.



11 years (and a good deal of pondering) later…and I’m not quite so sure that hip hop is dead. The radio gets played to pay garbage (written deliberately), the fans co-sign these depreciating loans, and elder statesmen commit crimes that are unheard of (Justin Bieber & Nas? Word? The beat was cool, though). Folks lighting up Internet chat threads with cries of “hater”, “dickriding”, and “real hip hop is still out here: you have to find it!”



Really? Google Maps ain’t led me to nann hip hop yet…but I’m just being corny.



In my first post I laid out what I like and what I Chief Keef (that’s clever). I’m not in Drake’s demographic, I’d probably shoot Future for even thinking I cared about Young Metro’s trust levels, only mumble I dig on involved a “Stankonia” track and/or a tap-dancing penguin, and some of these pioneers need to do it for their fans and not for these fidgets spinning wackness.



You see that? I just made my argument subjective. My tastes aren’t your tastes, my likes not on your Facebook, so on and so forth. And that’s the beauty of this argument, when you are able to look at things objectively and come away with your OWN thing while realizing it’s YOUR thing. Hip hop has been alive and kicking since the late 70s in the boroughs of New York City. Like you and I it’s gone through a helluva growing period, with an awkward adolescent phase that yielded some memorable (if not questionable) moments through early, middle, and late adulthood. I’ll agree that the music progresses but the essence, the soul…it’s not dead.



Rap might be on the gurney, though 😉



Peace, two fingers.



“How can hip hop be dead if Wu-Tang is forever…”

 

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