lilhatedon
none of Y.G.D.B
ill o.g.
I'd say Hip Hop is dead but not for the West Coast or white boy winning
an Oscar reasons that Dawkins stated in his misinformed article
("IS Hip Hop Dead by Walter Dawkins
http://www.blackelectorate.com/articles.asp?ID=848
http://www.topica.com/lists/e-drum).
I think it was killed by it's very own people because they were so
willing to sell
it for profit and discourage it's audience and the future. It reduced
itself
to boasting bullying and the pig and whistle poppyshow assembled in a
theatre
of hate. Hip Hop and it's MC's and all the other clown show performers
became
so entirely unlikable and discouraging it was just a matter of time
before it
suffered a cruel and welcomed passing. The flunkies of Hip Hop refused
to move
forward because they simply wanted the profits and were willing to kill
each
other for it -- and I'm not talking about the scapegoats of the major
labels. The so called "underground" scene was not any better and
sometimes even
more nastier than the major label bosie slaves with their organ grinders
called
DJ's and beatmakers. Hip Hop was just the ultimate Afro-American
shuffle along
and the only reason why (what was once fam) are making such a big
holleration
about the whole thing passing is that, like a tired ol slave's death
(a yes the slave metaphor), it is massa losing his plowbwoy
in the mud of the field (this time the wasteland of faux ghetto streets
and suburbs of America) and Black folk just don't know what'll get them
scrill now.
Maybe the ending of 8 Mile should offer a suggestion to those who wonder
what happened and where to go -- just walk away from the mess and practice
your skills and recite them to and for people who just want to love
music
(all kinds of music), words and audio manipulation. Not for the pimpin
machine of our souls that North American Black people have become and
have
taken every aspect of our creativity to the depths of meanness and
manipulations for a buck. It was a music which could have offered
liberation
but only taught opressed people how to oppress further and to ensure
there was no
feedback make sure it was your own people you victimized. We allowed it
to lose
control over it's own destiny and made the most horrific period in Black
American
music. Where not one thing may be encouraged or loved because it must be
copywrited for the shuffle along show to get major bucks for the ho
market of America -- our kids, our sound, our language, our dance, our
literature our minds -- every aspect is watched over like a
concentration
camp guard by our own and are ready to be sniped if it challenges the
static
quo of the flow sheet and profit margin.
The best of the best in all our arts will rise once there is no money to
made from it anymore.Then the artists and skillz men will be doing it
for love it.
The works will be a way to express ourselves, again ? most likely in
poverty
(thanks to our own greed of the recent past). And so the art forms will
allow tru
new voices, ideas and styles and dump the bullies and jocks who Ho
Hopped all
over the thing claiming it like a gow bwai claims the sandbox. Hip Hop
will
become another style of music with influences and not some industry
ho'in way of life that it never was.
The music is still their (sometimes appearing under another name, most
of it recited and played away from "locked down" venues with bad vibes and
hungry talons)) because it's not about money, egos, labels, nastiness,
race,
chatter, threats, angry raging peoples using struggle to separate each
one from
each to advance a pyramid scam and a corner a market. It's just music
and poetry
and art and the way an individual naively chooses
to express themselves for and about people who care.
peace
Lawrence Ytzhak Braithwaite (aka Lord Patch)
Fernwood/The Hood/New Palestine
An author in North America
1424
an Oscar reasons that Dawkins stated in his misinformed article
("IS Hip Hop Dead by Walter Dawkins
http://www.blackelectorate.com/articles.asp?ID=848
http://www.topica.com/lists/e-drum).
I think it was killed by it's very own people because they were so
willing to sell
it for profit and discourage it's audience and the future. It reduced
itself
to boasting bullying and the pig and whistle poppyshow assembled in a
theatre
of hate. Hip Hop and it's MC's and all the other clown show performers
became
so entirely unlikable and discouraging it was just a matter of time
before it
suffered a cruel and welcomed passing. The flunkies of Hip Hop refused
to move
forward because they simply wanted the profits and were willing to kill
each
other for it -- and I'm not talking about the scapegoats of the major
labels. The so called "underground" scene was not any better and
sometimes even
more nastier than the major label bosie slaves with their organ grinders
called
DJ's and beatmakers. Hip Hop was just the ultimate Afro-American
shuffle along
and the only reason why (what was once fam) are making such a big
holleration
about the whole thing passing is that, like a tired ol slave's death
(a yes the slave metaphor), it is massa losing his plowbwoy
in the mud of the field (this time the wasteland of faux ghetto streets
and suburbs of America) and Black folk just don't know what'll get them
scrill now.
Maybe the ending of 8 Mile should offer a suggestion to those who wonder
what happened and where to go -- just walk away from the mess and practice
your skills and recite them to and for people who just want to love
music
(all kinds of music), words and audio manipulation. Not for the pimpin
machine of our souls that North American Black people have become and
have
taken every aspect of our creativity to the depths of meanness and
manipulations for a buck. It was a music which could have offered
liberation
but only taught opressed people how to oppress further and to ensure
there was no
feedback make sure it was your own people you victimized. We allowed it
to lose
control over it's own destiny and made the most horrific period in Black
American
music. Where not one thing may be encouraged or loved because it must be
copywrited for the shuffle along show to get major bucks for the ho
market of America -- our kids, our sound, our language, our dance, our
literature our minds -- every aspect is watched over like a
concentration
camp guard by our own and are ready to be sniped if it challenges the
static
quo of the flow sheet and profit margin.
The best of the best in all our arts will rise once there is no money to
made from it anymore.Then the artists and skillz men will be doing it
for love it.
The works will be a way to express ourselves, again ? most likely in
poverty
(thanks to our own greed of the recent past). And so the art forms will
allow tru
new voices, ideas and styles and dump the bullies and jocks who Ho
Hopped all
over the thing claiming it like a gow bwai claims the sandbox. Hip Hop
will
become another style of music with influences and not some industry
ho'in way of life that it never was.
The music is still their (sometimes appearing under another name, most
of it recited and played away from "locked down" venues with bad vibes and
hungry talons)) because it's not about money, egos, labels, nastiness,
race,
chatter, threats, angry raging peoples using struggle to separate each
one from
each to advance a pyramid scam and a corner a market. It's just music
and poetry
and art and the way an individual naively chooses
to express themselves for and about people who care.
peace
Lawrence Ytzhak Braithwaite (aka Lord Patch)
Fernwood/The Hood/New Palestine
An author in North America
1424
