Have you ever had something or someone you loved so much that it irritated you when the full potential of the thing or person you loved never became a reality? Or even worse, do you remember what made you fall in love in the first place? What was that one thing that carved its own place in your heart when you least expected it?… that one thing that eternally remains in your near and distant thoughts. Have something in mind? Well, what happens when this thing or person disappears? Some people simply walk away. For others, the love that has grown never vanishes but longs for the return of what was once known.
That’s this crazy love hate thing I got going with Hip Hop now. There seems to be no love for the art form anymore. The music has become so simple and un-inviting that it hurts. Lyrics like this:
Music’s the clue, when I come your warned,
Apocolypse Now, when I’m done, ya gone!
Haven’t you ever heard of a MC-murderer?
This is the death penalty,and I’m servin’ a
death wish, so come on, step to this
hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist!
Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street,
you come in my realm ya get beat!
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry,
All ya see is the meters at a volume,
pumping Lyrics of Fury!
Have been replaced with lyrics like this:
Big wheels, big straps, you know I like it super sized
Passenger’s a redbone, her weave look like some curly fries
Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce
Pocket full of celery, imagine what she tellin me
Blowin on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked
Ridin to that Trap or Die, the realest shit I ever wrote
They know I got that broccoli, so I keep that glock with me
Come the hell on man, Pocket full of celery? Blowin on asparagus? Broccoli? These analogies are the worst!!! And they aren’t getting any better at all. What ever happened to being clever? What ever happened to trying to push the art form forward? Remember when every emcee thought they truly were the best and tried to defend themselves? Well that ain’t happening anymore. It’s all about who can make the most money the fastest.
I can’t front. I agree with Ice T. I think Soulja Boy was the straw that broke the camel’s back as far as the death of Hip Hop goes. I’m happy he called it out. What Soulja has to realize is that nobody’s hating on him making money, it’s just that they way he did it was very disrespectful to the culture of Hip Hop. It changed the whole game and not necessarily for the good. More young kids can make a lot of money now (more than they probably can handle at their ages) but the art form has to suffer. We have to respect it as co-existing in hip hop, but we don’t have to like it!
The game is so messed up now that legitimate music gets no love on radio now. You end up with artists like Musiq, who has a really unique style assimilating to this crazy ATL junk to make money. The old heads can’t bring the real hip hop back. Today’s generation will never understand it or be able to feel it and make sense out of it.
Check out the video below. Make your own conclusions about the guy who “single handedly destroyed hip hop” (many others should be charged with murder of Hip Hop). All I can say is that this video does nothing to help my opinion of his music.