WTF?! Kendrick Lamar Has Arrived!

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Good Afternoon.  Or whenever you read this.  Today…I am in a state of “awe.”  Yes.  By now.  You’ve already heard about and listened to this album.  Aptly entitled, DAMN.  It’s Kendrick’s Lamar’s latest release.  And I have to say, as a new fan, this young man has earned his spot as the G.O.A.T.  No argument.

As an artist, it is one thing to have a hit album.  But when you keep topping yourself, you’re not just another entertainer, you are a genius.  And Kendrick Lamar has a vision and purpose with his music.  His passion and his love for what he does spills into every track on this album.

I have to be honest, my first introduction to Kung Fu Kenny, came by accident in overhearing a discussion about the Grammy’s.  This person was awestruck by Kendrick’s performance.  Honestly, I really wasn’t expecting much.  Given that I had stopped listening to rap after Tupac and Biggie died.  Curious, I decided to Google it anyway,  although that I didn’t watch any awards shows any longer.  I checked it out, and I have to tell you, it blew my mind.  Needless to say, I watched it many times.  It moved me on that level.  The last time that happen was when I watched Michael Jackson’ Emmy nominated performance of Billy Jean and Prince’s performance of Purple Rain on The American Music Awards.  Kendrick was in a different league, forcing EVERYONE IN HIP HOP to raise their game.

That’s what true artistry does.

I’m listening to DAMN as I write this. And I’ll listen to it some more.  It’s that good.

If you haven’t listened to this album, MAKE SOME TIME to do so.

You’re listening to a legend in the making.  Saying that, I wonder what Tupac Shakur would say…

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What Am I Going to Say?

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Listening to Tical by Method man. It was released in 1996.  “I come to bring the pain.”

Sometimes, I listen to music when I write.The beats literally go through my body, acting as drums, when I’m typing, and thinking, feet tapping, head bobbin’, yeah, I’m deep in thought.  Spitting out sentences, my verbs and adjectives, act as bullets, being shot with high powered intellect, with intent to penetrate the brain.

Images in my mind match the rhythms, right now, I envision myself a drum major leading a regiment of cadets, “March!  March!  March!”  With absolute precision, legions of dedicated warriors obey my command, stone-faced, serious, and with purpose.  They have a job to do, and have no fear.

I ain’t no joke.  I’m real, and so motivated to provoke the rage of the THINKERS, cultural antagonists, and verbal instigators, who know how to use words like weapons that provoke creative rage.

The machine is real.  It’s programmed to destroy those that look a certain way.  The mind that programmed that machine is in the head of our enemy, who lives to kill anything good that can come from those whose ancestors once ruled this earth.

Am I talking in code?  Is my riddle too puzzling?  Do the metaphors I choose, and allegories I tell, misconstrue public opinion?  I really don’t care.  I enjoy being the iconoclast.

Yeah, that’s me. Ms. Goody-goody, who’s too cool to care why people don’t like people that look like me, but all too eager to tell them what they can do with it.  I laugh my laugh, each time one of my zingers hits like an unexpected gab in the guts of my enemy.  Love seein’ ’em sqirm, trying to run for cover, screaming, and fearing for their lives.

The bully never has a proper response when the one he violated turns the tables, and thus, unleashes karma, and holy terror on his ass.

Words hurt.  This I know.  And I use mine like a Japanese Katana sword.  I hope they cut deep and the wound becomes infected.  Because I’ll keep swinging that blade with absolute purpose until my enemy gets the message: I WILL NOT BECOME YOUR FRIEND.  YOU WILL NEVER BE MINE!

*Music fades out*

 

Hip Hip’s White Invasion…

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Rapper, Macklemore he was nominated for seven Grammy awards at the 56th Annual Grammy Awards, winning four awards including Best New Artist, Best Rap Album (The Heist), Best Rap Song, and Best Rap Performance (“Thrift Shop”).

 

Hip Hop began on the corner of Sedgwick and Caldwell in the Bronx in 1973..  And from there, those Black MC’s and dj’s that would become pioneers and legends, unlike any music genre before it; Hip Hop grew, and literally transformed culture and media.

But has anyone seen the fame of Hip Hop today?

Rapper Macklemore took home a Grammy last year as best rap album, along with two more.  Honestly, I don’t know anything about this cat, but his face is now synonymous with what some consider to be the future of Hip Hop–white.

This is a travesty.  They had nothing to do with creating the art form at all.  Most white kids couldn’t tell you anything about the genesis of Hip Hop.  To them, Eminem was the beginning.

A few years ago, rap legend, Scarface made the following prediction: “Hip-hop is hip-hop,” he said. “And it ain’t going anywhere, you know what I mean. The face might change in 25 years. You know, hip-hop’s gonna be white in 25 years. It’s gonna be all white kids. No moreit’s gonna be like rock n’ roll. To find a Geto Boys record in 25 years is gonna be rare. Some of you don’t even believe that shit. You better fuckin’ believe it.”   He was pissed off about the state of condition of Rap and Hip Hop for years, and was trying to sound the alarm.

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Are people in the Black culture hearing him?  particularly those Black rappers that are dreaming of big money, fame, and status, on the likes of rappers in the beginning of the genre?

I’m at an age where I can proudly state that I was privileged to be a witness to some of the greatest rappers and rap groups of all time, from the Sugarhill Gang to Snoop Dogg, Tupac, and Biggie Smalls, however, those were the good old days. Rap today is in a sad state.

I saw the decline almost 20 years ago.  And it hasn’t gotten any better.

There was a time when whites weren’t tolerated in Hip Hop–remember Vanilla Ice?  He had a hit record, but the rap community said, HELL NO!.  He was a joke.

THIS IS REAL HIP HOP RIGHT HERE!!!

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Whites who rap, are mocking Hip Hop.  They say stupid things, and what they rap about has no relevance to what Hip Hop is about.  White privilege has allowed them access in a genre that truly does not respect them, but yet, like Rock music before it; their skin tone is the only credibility they need to be sold to white kids.  And that’s what it’s really about.  It’s easier to sell white rappers to white kids than it is to sell a Black rapper to them.  And these white owned record companies know this.

However, the responsibility must fall on those Black artists that didn’t handle business and allowed this to happen.  Squabbling among each other, beefs, and disrespect toward other MC’s, allowed this breach.

Your enemy had been watching all along.

And now, you face extinction, because you weren’t on your post.

Yes.  It’s horrible that yet again, white folks are trying to steal something that we created, but you know what, you can’t exactly holler THIEF!  When you held the door wide open for the culprit to get in.

The quality of the music has been absolutely sub-standard–every artist that has come out in the last 10 years, mainly from the south, has sounded the same.  They hire singers to bring out their tracks–or sing wack over their music, same beats, same themes, nothing ever changes.

This is a wake up call, playa’s.

You better hear this message because if this becomes a reality, 25 years from now, white kids will be rapping to music that they had nothing to do with in creation, but everything to do with in conquering one of the greatest–most original musical genres, since our fore-bearers creation of jazz,  ever created by Black people.

DON’T LET IT HAPPEN!