2manyFCKNrappers
mentally i measure kilos
has the internet and social media made us spoiled and overtly critical as hip hop connoisseurs? i'm sure many of us here are self proclaimed hip hop elitists and snobs...and that's fine. we want to reassure those of us that share this little thing of ours, that we're intellectually adept and prepared for the analytical process that comes with breaking down a project new or old. we scold those that hold immature or undeveloped thought processes, sending them back to the depths of their limited cognition. do you remember the mornings circa 95-2000 when your favorite MC's album was set to release? you knew you had to go to school or work...but your primary mission that day was to get that square object covered in plastic into your hands. it really was like opening up a gift. i mean...we were ready to be critical...but not so much before we were ready to listen...
listen and not post opinions about it an hour later...
we listened and listened over and over...soaked it in..let it become our soundtrack for awhile. but let's forget the nostalgic shyt for a minute and come here to present day where we're all expected to be sharp, adept and highly opinionated critics. what has this done to our rituals? you may say nothing has changed, but i believe they have...and it's more than just the music. it's us....
as a consumer our expectations and what we do with rhem have made us spoiled brats. we can have anything, do anything and say anything we fukking want to....and we don't have to hear "nikka ARE YOU fukkING CRAZY?" i mean....we see it...on a computer screen...but we don't have to feel that heat up close from another highly passionate individual who may very well be willing to smack fire out of you for calling a certain album,lyric, or verse....trash.
we've gained the a million listeners at our fingertips thanks to the internet....but the honest, untainted inner dialogue has been sleeping quietly for over a decade. the urge to state our cheap, never ending opinions have taken over the quiet joy of experience...good or bad.
this was supposed to be a triumphant summer for hip hop....regardless of stars, mics, likes or any other metric that measures our acceptance or disdain for the respective offerings....but i'm afraid this summer will just be one of the most talked about in the culture's history...and not in a good way...
listen and not post opinions about it an hour later...
we listened and listened over and over...soaked it in..let it become our soundtrack for awhile. but let's forget the nostalgic shyt for a minute and come here to present day where we're all expected to be sharp, adept and highly opinionated critics. what has this done to our rituals? you may say nothing has changed, but i believe they have...and it's more than just the music. it's us....
as a consumer our expectations and what we do with rhem have made us spoiled brats. we can have anything, do anything and say anything we fukking want to....and we don't have to hear "nikka ARE YOU fukkING CRAZY?" i mean....we see it...on a computer screen...but we don't have to feel that heat up close from another highly passionate individual who may very well be willing to smack fire out of you for calling a certain album,lyric, or verse....trash.
we've gained the a million listeners at our fingertips thanks to the internet....but the honest, untainted inner dialogue has been sleeping quietly for over a decade. the urge to state our cheap, never ending opinions have taken over the quiet joy of experience...good or bad.
this was supposed to be a triumphant summer for hip hop....regardless of stars, mics, likes or any other metric that measures our acceptance or disdain for the respective offerings....but i'm afraid this summer will just be one of the most talked about in the culture's history...and not in a good way...
fukk is you talking about you smart dumb nikka.
I don't know, guess I just don't get the same sense that this was destined to be some grand pivotal moment in the history of the world...what was supposed to be so special...so triumphant and singularly important...about this summer? Is Winter approaching or something? 
It's just another random summer...there ain't no pressure on Wale to save the world of hip hop from doom and despair....some dope shyt will drop from somebody sooner than later and the show will go on
