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“Martin had a dream. Martin had a dream. Kendrick had a dream.”- Backseat Freestyles/ good kid, m.A.A.d city
- Kendrick Lamar floats above cityscape,
alight with flaming angel wings.
Flying or falling, he cannot tell. He
wakes in a stupor, his eyes bright as forgotten Heavens.
- Kendrick Lamar unzips his pants, and
the Eifel Tower springs from between the zippers.
He proceeds to fuck the world for 72 hours.
- Kendrick Lamar stands naked in front of his class.
He is in high school chemistry class, and his Eifel
Tower is now just a normal phallus. Someone
laughs. Someone shouts, “Bitch, don’t kill my vibe!”
- A giant eagle with the face of
School Boy Q chases Kendrick Lamar
through the desert, his legs thin as chopsticks.
As he pushes harder, the Eagle draws closer,
his claws familiar as Compton.
- Kendrick Lamar misses a flight to Berlin,
for he lies in a box,
a cedar box buried six feet under the ground, his body
contorting with rage and fear. His head banging
against the top of the box
as he wonders whether he might escape.
He will not escape, not until he wakes
in mid-afternoon, his bed wet
with hangover sweat,
his back still dripping as if he just climbed from a pool full of liquor,
as if only just yesterday
he woke for the first time.
Now, I’m by no mean a “hip hop artist,” though my art form shares roots with hip hop, IS the root of hip hop. The reason I don’t say I make hip hop is firstly because I don’t make music or beats to poems, and I also don’t participate in hip hop culture. Understand, I mean positive things when I say “hip hop culture,” as in using art to create solidarity within black communities and spread messages of defiance and love.
But I’ve been open-mic-hopping for years, and what irks me is rappers who take hip hop out of context. They realize they can rhyme “life” and “knife” and suddenly assume they’re “THE BEST RAPPER EVER.” Like, you made a mix-tape with your older brother in the garage, and now you’re “ON TOP?” What does that even mean? On top of what? You’re not even the best performer at the open mic, so I don’t know why you’re accusing me of being a “hater” because I point out you’re an amateur. It’s okay. I’m an amateur, too. We’re all amateurs, and we don’t have to pretend to be anything else.
Offensives include dissing on famous rappers you don’t even know, rapping about how much money you don’t actually have, and objectifying women. These are not actual staples of hip hop, only the version of hip hop that has been force-fed to this generation. Albeit, there are some really great artists out there talking about some real shit, but too often, we are exposed to those who glorify violence, hedonism, and apathy. Apathy isn’t as cool as you think. You’re not going to earn anyone’s respect rapping about how many one-night stands you’ve had, because I frankly don’t care.
For example, though, if you’re trying to argue that Lil Wayne’s a better artist than Notorious B.I.G., get out my face.
Alright, check out this video in which I go ham on some fake hip-hop artists, bam…