A few years ago, when the office star Elie Kamper was crowned by the prophet, Devtante Ball, wrapped in a veil, the critic was called a clan ball, and I am. I went back and slept. A week ago, when I was grateful that Tactoku attacked Donald Trump, did as many digital soft shoes as possible, and immediately saved its existence in the United States, I blown off the lamp light and below. A sheet that came back. However, it is a kissing the ring with Trump’s first ball because the hip -hop stars of the 90s are in line, and I still keep me.
For many of us, what grew up in the black millennials, especially the working class, was oxygen from our childhood. It documents in all inches of our lives, reflecting the sound and emotions of our existence in a way no one can do or not bothered. Our normal life was a mirror in music, even if it was lightly Mean or thought like a real society.
It was also a window to do what we could. It illuminated the minimum wage work in the “second childhood” laid out before us and the way to fate beyond the waste of our lives. It reminded us that we were the conquerors of the strait of lumps and worker -class life. Wear a lot of clothes, gather gangsta and attractive and respect.
More than that, it was my heart. It was not only reflecting the conditions of the neighborhood, but also a meeting of thoughts and collisions. When AALIYAH said, “I don’t need Coogi Search,” we heard encouragement and criticism of hostility in the class. We saw the vision of escaping with a wealthy boy’s slow. After the pack blenda saw the baby and Latifa united, he was forced to have a quiet introspective. Next, we kept ourselves to meet high schools and street corner bullys with Mob Deep shaking.
We used this art as a soundtrack, knowing that they knew they thought it was our disposable life. Proving to ourselves lying to us about the “inferiority of blacks” was the easiest evidence to access. We also have a georgewa sinchon carver and poster with a peanut butter bottle, and we say that we have contributed, so we are embarrassed to be black and intentional White. The lady’s teacher didn’t have to leave us. We mute her. The CD player tried to decipher Wu-Tang’s hieroglyph.
So it was something else to see the strength of our ghetto being forced to play with the rich boy, Discombobubled Dancing. To see our Griots crouching to pick up the dollar in all intelligent ceilings: racism. It was also our thinker. It pretended to be unable to know if the Nazi salute was a salute of the Nazi, played a white liberal game and narrowed his eyes. Turn the coat without being asked. Even in front of the anti -the opportunity to benefit the white supremacists, even before the anti -league league, it jumps.
Turncourpers have left the most alive among all of the daily bombing of racism, which has been defined the resurrection of supremacy of the supremacy of the settlers in the last 10 years. It is not easy to recover from witnessing that our biography writer has been returned to a stool pigeon on a burning cross and a stool pigeon.
The excuse was flowing first. “The check is a check.” “This is not politics.” I didn’t know what the magazine represented and pretended to be achieving. As if you didn’t know that hip -hop was a college than a university.
I remember scanning channels in the past and landed on the Fox News Mocking Rappers dance. Currently, Fox News reports that SNOOP DOGG “surprises the crowd” at an event before inauguration. I remember Snoop Dog talking about 187, but now I’m worried about seeing the flag of the blue line.
In the 1990s, White Power exercised to prohibit hip -hop. Now, how complete the victory is while rubbing your feet? Nelly said, “He is the president.” But this is the point. There is no shortage of trucks to talk about the president about not cool. You can start with any truck with Dead Prez.
In 1988, KU KLUX KLAN’s Grand Wizard participated in the US presidential election. If he won, would Eric B and Rakim would play Mike Veeds for the white hood because they support the army? How close is the COP FREESTYLE cipher in Lynch?
We may not have knowed it, but it wasn’t just the life of North American blacks and Latin’s workers who were brought together in music. Performed in South America, Africa, Europe, Asia and Australia. It was the music of the slums, a colonized anti -ideology weapon, a colonized anti -ideology weapon.
Therefore, it is to see our culture and life in the service of men who call on our demands so that our culture and life steal pets and are allowed to live a “terrorism”. It is a stab wound on the stomach. When our defender blows out the monument to the Southern General, when our defender blows out the “wake up”, it is now a person’s morale. I’m stepping on it.
Pool houses can only place more extensions. Drive a lot of cars in your life. But selling your soul at the price of Nougie is “what is worth it?” Do you know that your talented mansion will never be more than Massa residents to sign on what they are doing?
Of course, a few rappers who are taking photos with a boy who have no bet are not the representative of all the millennial hip -hop. But that’s not the only of them. Chuck D is fighting the people who come to the Ellon mask when a spark plug is placed on the apartment. Eve cannot get out of the still image monastery. It is not common from commercials. In addition, our beloved blacks sang by the cagebird sang from the golden cage have been reduced to Fascist Petting’s Jimmy Fallon’s “Entertainment”.
Still, things are different, and I should count my blessings. If I saw DEAD PREZ and Lauryn Hill grabbing the fiddle, I would probably never get out of the bed again. But it must have been one of them. It was art for us. Witnessing our secret life at the feet of the empire together with our body is to hurt your heart.
They woke up from Erica Badu and defeated us. And now they have our master teachers abandon their posts and bounce off the supremeist of the baby’s settlers on their knees. It is a pain to see many of our magnificent poets lined up to kiss Jim Crow Society’s Warrior King.
But maybe that’s good. It may have been a prophecy when eggplant said that hip -hop was dead. Or, at least, these “lap UNC” may have lived longer than their relevance in the globalized apartheid era. They are now rich and compromised. Millennials may have to abandon them and explore colonized sector new music and new generation artists. At least so far, we are not close to the radical Palestinian rapper, which is a lunar light as Jesters in Benjamin Netanyafu’s court.
General Z is staring at half a life in the eyes of open fascism, forcing him to witness a black innocent daily viral lynch. I see them every day. Nobody is tapping dancing.
Their “Mamble Wrap” -On “old head” laughed from one side of the mouth, saying “F *** Police” and said, “Let’s give a chance to the South Army. From the other. Is a horizontal violence in the lyrics of drills and the incorrect direction, is more useful for black liberation than conscious rapper trying to find colonial nuances.
Millennial’s hip -hop may abandon slums, but slums have that day. I made hip -hop once. It can make another hip -hop. And when it does it, it stands on a colonial body, puts a boom box of bugin -out on the shoulder, and sings the spirit of an old black colonized sector. “It’s bigger than hip -hop.”
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