I don’t know how son convinced G Rap to do a verse let alone show up for the video that looks like it was shot with a webcam on some throwback Y2K steelo, but the song is actually pretty damn good. Joint goes hard like two day old shit. Word to Phife Dawg.
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Rap right now sucks, but you don’t need me to tell you that. Head over to nahright or any of the other thousand sites dutifully posting up whatever ol’ bullshit gets sent their way from any rapper with a pr firm that knows how to send out an email blast to see where rap is at right now. Or just consider the fact that the hottest rapper out right now is fully endorsed by Nickelodeon. Shit has gotten so mediocre, so watered down, so fucking family friendly that it’s no longer the same music that for over two decades had parents literally terrified of what effect it might have on their kids. Right now rap needs that ignorance that it used to have, the ignorance that kept it from being pop, or worse, irrelevant. My goal here is to highlight the joints, past present future whatever, that have just that. Maybe it will help remind some of y’all what rap used to be and where it needs to get back to.
I’m not talking about the kind of ignorant rap that Unkut was referring to when he put Gucci Mane in that category. No doubt Gucci’s music is ignorant and will kill off more brain cells than a good dose of that sticky icky but that’s not what I’m going for here. Duke might have earned a few ig’nant points after mashing out that tipsy broad who thought it was her turn on karoake night at the local Atlanta talent show, but the problem with Gucci is… and I’ll put this as delicately as possible since I know there’s an entire army of liberal arts degree-wielding Gucci fans scouring the internet for any opportunity to defend his honor… the problem with Gucci is that his songs fucking suck. Son got on a song called LOL Smiley Face, no bullshitting, and went in on that shit like his life depended on it. But that ain’t rap that’s what your little sister rocked out to before she turned twelve and moved on to hannah montana, and you need to reevaluate what you’re doing with your life if you’ve ever voluntarily listened to it or anything else that featured a verse from Souljaboytellemdotcom.
Nah, what I mean by “ig’nant” is that type of rap that had the soccer moms shook to death that their kids might end up on the street corner after hearing it. Not the rap that had those same moms singing along to Old Navy jingles. I’m talking about the rap that used to have politicians trying to ban it, not the rap that gets invited into state legislatures. To give a specific example, I’m talking about the Jay-Z that said “Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot” not the Jay-Z that Obama was boasting about having on his ipod playlist. I’m talking about the Flavor Flav that didn’t want to be called Yo Nigga, not the Flavor Flav that became Yo Nigga for Viacom.
If your favorite rapper dresses like this:
Or if the audience at your shows look like this:
Then you probably ain’t the target audience here. Though points to that one chick giving the gas face in the front row, at least she was self-aware enough to know how wack the situation [no jersey shore] was.
For an example of what to expect from this site if I ever manage to update it again, here’s one of the GOAT’s of ig’nant rap. A club banger about robbing people at the club. Trust when this joint first dropped a whole lot of jiggy motherfuckers started tucking their chains in.
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