“Rap now is a circus of clowns” – Royce da 5’9″ (“Boom”)
Ever wonder where hip-hop is headed? Do you have the courage to really want to find out? Then take a deep breath and stare in the cold eyes of the double barrel for a second.
You’ve noticed, of course, that everything sounds the same today. Every rap fan realizes it at some point. How could you not, with the sea of mediocrity surging past the islands of excellence on your airwaves.
Maybe you even get paid to document these things. Maybe you have noticed but are afraid to say anything for fear of persecution. Why fall out of favor with your celebrity pal? Why punk yourself out of ad dollars when it’s profitable to turn a blind eye to ignorance? Why turn down crumbs from the royal table? Money over everything. Get your hustle on. Fuck tomorrow. Fuck the culture.
The posturing, the contrivance, the pathological lies you peddle in your music disgust me. You look tough but your songs are soft enough to tickle a baby. You’re graying, yet you pine for attention like a toddler. You throw stones at your idols to get ahead. You mirror whoever has the baton. Monkey see monkey do.
Well, we’ve let that ship sail for far too long.
Too bad the pioneers didn’t have the luxury of greed & idiocy, asskissing, and veneration of stupidity. Poor fools. Had they been so culturally inane, they would’ve popped a cap in rap faster than you could say swag. Good thing we have you to do the job.
Load up that shotgun and fire away. Hit everything in the way. Every man for himself.
I got mines. Get yours.