Snitching Will Get You Stitches…
Since I haven’t weighed in yet on the whole ‘To snitch or not to snitch’ issue, and since Noz calls me ‘Captain Save A Hip-Hop’ I suppose I should bring my thoughts to the table. The reality of the matter is that if you live in one of the nation’s disenfranchised neighborhoods then you are already two degrees removed from dying. The police and the criminals have formed an unholy alliance which has only one thing on it’s agenda. Enslavement – either mentally or physically. In New York’s Washington Heights a police precinct was throttled when Federal investigators arrested two dozen officers for narcotics trafficking. These police strategically ran their operation using dealers as their street liaisons and enforcers.
If you were unlucky enough to place a complaint to that precinct about drug dealing in your apartment building you would receive a visit from thugs when you least expected. This is terrorism and these are the conditions that people in poor communities live under. You are sandwiched between criminals of all types. All you can do is walk around with blinders on and hope that your doorbell is never rung. The discussion will never focus on the tremendous amount of money that is generated by crime like narcotics trafficking and the people (corporations) who will do anything to insure that the stream flows steady. In the real world that even some rappers occupy, snitching is most definitely a matter of life and death.
Now on to some other, other shit…
The dude called Noz that writes his shit down the block from here is fond of letting slick shit slip out his mouth sideways. That’s part of the whole internets phenomena called ‘keyboard thuggin’. It’s usually reserved for bitchmade niggas. I will use my little forum to clear some things up so that at least you good folks will see my point of view before it gets manipulated by the people that rewrite ourstories into history.
Noz – I do respect your grind. Your knowledge of rap records is pretty much undisputed except for a few dates and exaggerations here and there, but generally speaking, you know your shit when it comes to rap timelines and progeny.
Noz – I do not respect your desire to come into my lane (this blog) and submit your social critique of my writing as regionally xenophobic and homophobic. Not favoring homosexuals doesn’t make a person homophobic and not liking music from another part of the country because it sucks doesn’t mean that I hate all of that regions artists.
I watch shows on television like National Geographic or Nature and they always have this Euro voice describing the scene within an environment that the Euro voice is not directly from. I never hear an African sounding voice describing the religious culture of Israel or the lifestyles of Holland. This is because supremacy discounts these other voices and our mental programming has become so attuned to this I don’t imagine we would even feel comfortable listening to someone other than a British guy tell us a historical fact. This is what I gird against sometimes with your analysis. Your supremacist programming tells you that something is authentic inside rap music because it reflects a jungle scene and when that scene is not described you discount the content.
That is your right as an opinion but it’s flawed because it uses the framework of supremacy for it’s guidelines. Same as Breihan and exactly the same as Sanneh. All of you review rap records, but none of you are Hip-Hop. One day you wrote that Hip-Hop was created to party. You are dead ass wrong. Hip-Hop was created as a ceremony. It was a ceremony for surviving in the ghetto under impoverished supremacist conditions.
New York City in the 1970’s was going broke. Public services were being decimated on a wholesale level. Neighborhoods wouldn’t have hot water or trash pickup or weeks at a time. Even gasoline was at a premium. People bathed during the summer heat under fire hydrants and often the only electricity had to stolen from streetlamps because Consolidated Edison companies was quick to cut the switch on late payers. At the end of the week there was nothing greater than the ceremonies that brought people out of their un-airconditioned hi-rise apartment buildings to listen to music, to dance and to dream of a better life. The masters of the ceremony did their part to keep the energy high and the crowd lively. Even within this image of the ghetto urban utopia there was still friction and strife. But all of these ups and downs are the results of abject poverty.
You don’t have to have lived in this to show it the respect it deserves but you need to respect the essence of this Hip-Hop shit. When you call me Captain Save A Hip-Hop you are being funny and girlie-cute, but the truth is that inside of my humor I take this shit more seriously than any gangsta trap rap song you evar heard in your life, because I know at the end of the day it won’t be myself that will be sought out by supremacy to define the legacy of Hip-Hop. It will be someone with the Euro voice.
So as far as what you think in your mind that I represent for this Hip-Hop shit we will agree to disagree, but you had better well, fucking well accord me the respect for being Hip-Hop and watch your mouth. XXL Mag Dot Com is fun and games, but it ain’t the real world. In the real world, you could get a smack for that.
Smack me and I will smack you back.