You know...I actually was going to writer about this dire affair of hip hop being washed and done. Remember when rappers used to be "in the house"? Remember when rappers wanted your undivided attention and moved the crowd with the power of a microphone?
Now rappers claiming to be outside and wondering why they are homeless
. Hip hop in itself is a grind and a half. You don't move the beats, you don't eat. You either slang tapes like P, or be a dusty SoundCloud artist like yours truly.
The hustle is gone because the game gave away the secret sauce for cacs to manifest destiny. While people shytted on P, they should have used his blueprint and expand beyond the label.
While the East was shytting on the south, they should have had their cities in order.
While the cloud rap wave was thriving, mofos should have continued to let it rain.
Hell, we trolled Charles Hamilton instead of seeing his vision. We big up the Big 3, but single out contenders. Hell, artists period can't even get acknowledged by peers until they suddenly get a "TikTok" song stimulus, and its all "AYO THAT DUDE WAS HAWT!"
Where were you when that dude had the fire links to give, only for you to say "aite I check it out later", only to move on to the new Clipse album (ngl, I would but still lol).
Hip hop put itself in that place. Instead of being proud of being in the house, we wanted to be outside. Instead of finding that project bytch or saying you all I need to get by to our queens, we're smutting them out and fukking up what Pimp C took to the grave. Principle and stature.
Integrity and respect. This man made one of the most powerful songs of all time discussing the rap game in itself:
But we laughed as his bipolar ass until he said fukk it, I'ma be a podcaster.
