WHERE IS THE INSPIRATION?
YEEERRRROOO!! What’s the word H.A.Ps? It seems hip-hop/rap has really lost its way and is becoming more and more pop oriented or just hard beats with garbage bars over them. It appears that the lyricist is now nothing more than a rare relic of what once was a beautiful culture. These young artists seem uninspired uncreative and most of their careers will become flash in the pan gimmicks (I hope) and hopefully will not be the new direction the game is heading. Now there are a few exceptions out there and they may have some longevity as artist and we will review who they are later. As for now if you’re like me then you probably have reached your limit with this garbage they are calling hip-hop /rap today, we are going to review the current hottest rappers and the bullshit bars they are getting away with, and contrast them to another rapper the same age during the platinum era and see how much hip-hop has dumb ed it self down to a bunch of sound effects, drums and gibberish So lets start with 
A popped bitch, that’s that shit I don’t like
I got a bad bitch, yeah that bitch right
We smoke dope, all day, all night
You smoke reggie, that’s that shit I don’t like
Nah, we got a fucking Audi, that bitch all white
Pull up on your bitch, bet she gonna like
Sosa bitch, yeah I done gone ape
Pistol totin’ and I’m shootin’ on sight
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like, nah
Nah, your bitch won’t do the team, bet she won’t fight
Bitch we GBE, fuck who don’t like
And we ain’t gon’ fight, our guns gon’ fight – 2012
This tomfoolery has the hood in a frenzy right now as well as suburban kids alike. This is what is crazy to me there is no need for metaphors, similes or any creativity whatsoever!
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit’ your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin’
and keep them shook crews runnin’
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you’re in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they’re whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it’ll be your very last time breathin’
I dont know if I am just being bias but the lyrics P was spitting were crazy the beat was hard aswell but he was spittin that rewind … and thats what I’m really missing right now, that good shit when u just stop the track like “sun u heard what he just said … Yo rewind that!” listening to this trash now a days it’s damn near orgasmic when the song is over !
But the little homey Keef is not the only one getting away with spittin that rubbish lets take the man who has the audacity to intro his verses using the adlib B.I.G … First things first Sean “ Mr. I wanna touch on 17yrold girls and take a plea deal when she press charges” Anderson there are only 3- Real rappers that will hold the name BIG and that’s Biggie , Big Pun and Big L the rest of ya’ll using BIG in yall name (in my ODB voice) “ Get the F#$@ outta here!” Sun u 5’8 a buck 25 soaking wet aint nothing BIG about you but I digress… lets get back to the topic at hand
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I’m coming out the driveway
It’s grande, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day
She tryna get me that poo tang
I might let my crew bang
My crew deeper than Wu Tang
I’m rolling with (Huh) f*ck I’m saying?
Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr!
I’m pullin’ up in that Bruce Wayne
But I’m the f*ckin’ villian, man, they kneelin when I walkin in the building
Freaky women I be feelin’ from the bank accounts I’m fillin’
What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that’s killin’ everything that he see
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt’n’Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin’ pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock ’til my tape popped
Smokin’ weed and bamboo, sippin’ on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin’ Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I’m in the limelight ’cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I’m blowin’ up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It’s all good
Once again I can’t help but see the polar opposite of creativity and heart put into Biggie’s music and verses. What makes this even crazier is that Big was said not to have written anything and just go in and record . That really makes you think how far ahead of his time he was, started at 19 died at 24 and was able to bring so much to the culture in such a short time . Now we are stuck with this fu@#ery these so called artist are putting out today.
This will be a 3 part blog check back on Monday 12/3/12 for pt.2 until then I leave you with this “ Blood is thicker than water only in some cases, you need water to live you learn that in the basics” – Jada & Styles
Peace-