White Rap has officially left the “gimmick” category. Or has it?
No Country For Old (Rap) Men: White Rap Privilege
I’m rolling with Troi Torain‘s show on a daily basis. This was a one of the more entertaining episodes of late.
Here’s the latest episode of the Star and Buc Wild Show, which is live streamed on YouTube at 12pm every weekday and then rebroadcast on Shot 97. Basically it consists of Star shitting on people, dudes calling-up to make sure that Star got their donation to play their song and various other fuckery. Star might be showing his age by the fact that he still owns a Blackberry and has a Yahoo email address, but he’s lost none of that hate in his heart, which is something that Unkut Dot Com has to respect. You can also cop his book for free ninety nine if you still believe that reading is fundamental.
Shyne tried to get some shine but ends up looking super thirsty.
No Country For Old (Rap) Men: Washed-Up Rappers – Please Stop Trolling!
Since there’s nothing much going on in terms of new music that I give a shit about, I may as well respond to the mock outrage of a comment on the last post:
“I notice here at Unkut, you do not relate to hardcore Hip-Hop vs Rap people as much as you like to play both sides of the fence and confuse the two”
This whole stance has always amused me. If KRS-One had his way, everybody would have subscribed to the theory that ‘rap is something you do, hip-hop is something you live’ and world hunger, war and Auto-Tune would all now be wiped-out. Is refusing to use the word ‘rap’ unless you’re referring to bubble gum music really going to achieve anything? For starters, the word ‘rap’ just sounds better in any conversation you might possibly have at any point in time. Grown Man Rap, Yacht Rap, Blog Rap, Emo Rap…try saying ‘Grown Man Hip-Hop’ and not sounding like a douche-hammer.
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I seem to be having a bad run of pissing-off Double-O and Naledge from Kidz In The Hall in recent years. First I accused them of the crime of Hipster Rap, to which they responded on an UGHH.com video, and now it seems that I’ve thrown them under the bus again in my latest guest post for XXL:
I’m assuming ‘lol’ is some kind of code for ‘we’re going to get our bodyguard to put you in a yoke when we find you’, although that may be considered bad karma since the same thing happened to Double-O at that nightclub in Tempe, AZ back in 2008. Since I’ll be living in a cardboard box somewhere in Flushing Meadows Corona Park, I’m sure the money I might make from any resulting lawsuit will come in handy for when I need to buy myself a couple of Ghetto Big Macs.
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So there was a free show the other night featuring Jean Grae and Pharoahe Monch, which isn’t really a big deal since I never really pay to get in anyways and I don’t really know a song that either of ‘em have done for the last five years, but eff it. First thing I noticed that were a lot of broads around, which is pretty unusual for a scumbag spot like this one but always a positive. Did all this gals roll up to hear ‘Simon Says’? On closer inspection, I noticed that 85% of these chicks appeared to be on some of that old rug munch status, and then the penny dropped. ‘Oh shit, Jean got this girl-on-girl rap audience in a headlock!’. There also seemed to be your usual fudge pudge of type-Emo rap fans and J. Bieber wannabes, which seems to be par for the course in this fruit basket we call hip-hop now.
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It seems that every other week a new Rap Genre emerges from someone’s twisted imagination. Since it’s been almost a year since the first Unkut Guide on the subject, it ain’t no mystery that a lot of effed-up new styles have appeared. Without a doubt, the most prominent would have to be the Soap Opera Rap movement. This hideous new breed of cRap is the mutated step-child of Wrestlemania Rap, which was started by Melle Mel when he stole Mikey D’s NMS belt and finally perfected by Curtis aka 50 Cent and his endless beefs with other rappers who he eventually makes shitty songs with (see: 50 & Jadakiss’ appropriately named ‘Dump‘).
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Music video was an inevitable development in rap and did wonders to establish it as a world-wide movement, but in reality there a very few hip-hop clips that actually add to the song. Unless you were Run-DMC, there’s a good chance that any 80′s rap vid featured a fake band miming playing your beat, a cheap set and a bunch of girls with dumb hair styles. The 90′s gave us bigger video budgets but 90% of clips were just everybody doing the East-Coast Stomp (c) LONS rocking Timbs and hoodies before the shiny suits and Hype Williams tunnel vision tunnel vision took over. Now that there’s no money again we’re back to home-made videos of dudes walking around rapping…
There was something about the impact of hearing a song for the first time on the radio or copping the single and blasting that shit twenty times in a row. I still remember hearing ‘If The Papes Come’ on the radio late at night and that shit blew my mind, or hearing the first four bars of Latee‘s ‘This Cuts Got Flavor’ on a Red Alert tape and playing it until the tape nearly popped. But whenever I see the video for a song that I either grew-up listening it’s a let-down. The power of the visual imagery of ‘Follow The Leader’ was light-years ahead of seeing Rakim dressed-up like Al Capone. Sure, I could get on some luddite shit and just ignore videos, but there are always some exceptions to the rule. Jeru‘s ‘Can’t Stop The Prophet’ was amazing, as was Organized Konfusion‘s ‘Stress’, but I’d be hard-pressed to even think of 25 rap vid’s I’d actually want to watch again. Blame Beavis, right?