Is hip hop dead?

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Who has the control? I’ll start this article off by saying that my biased opinion comes from growing up in the 90’s rap era. I’m the kid who popped in his “Wu-Tang Forever”, and “Slim Shady LP” tapes into his Walkman and stood by himself at school. While friends discussed plans for the night on the walk home, I plugged in my headphones and envisioned the lyrical story telling from creative minds. This was music in my mind; to me this was what hip-hop was all about and if you trace the genre’s history, my impression was evident. hip hop is dead

Fast-forward to the 2010 era with “artists” such as Lil Wayne, Soulja Boy, Tyler, Drake, and any others reciting today’s genre of “lazy rap”. I’ll give respect where respect is due, I’m not the one out there selling my craft, but artists need to treat their work as such. It’s a sad day in hip hop when legends like Nas, Talib, Busta Rhymes (to name a few) are buried under the “chart toppers” in today’s music. These artists have become a mockery to themselves and make a substantial amount of money upholding their ugly stereotype to their uneducated and spoiled target market.

The inspiration for this article, if you haven’t figured it out yet, was the Kendrick Lamar verse from Big Sean’s “Control”. I’m not looking to make friends from this piece, in fact, I’m sure I have gained some enemies. However, at the end of the day, music is art. Music is an escape and evokes emotion that wouldn’t be felt by any other stimulant. The individuals that are gifted enough to receive our hard earned dollars for their craft need to understand that quality is superior to quantity. Nas was correct to say that hip-hop is dead and I’m glad that artists like Kendrick, Hopsin, J Cole, have the “audacity” to verbalize truth in today’s hip-hop culture.

Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be? If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable Fuck y'all clubs, fuck y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts Gobble dick up til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch (Russ x6) I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons Mollies'll prolly turn these niggas to fucking Lindsay Lohan A bunch of rich ass white girls looking for parties Playing with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give em the car key Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley- Kendrick Lamar

Written By: Kyle Potter