If I can take all people who front on social media about Hip Hop, I’d line them up, and shoot them with a gun that would propel extra long dildos at their face. Seriously.
Scrolling through my feed on Instagram I find myself wandering aimlessly and ending up on someone’s page where they claim to be a “Hip Hop head”. Okay, that is a term that can be used very loosely. What determines what a Hip Hop head is? I don’t fucking know. But one thing I know for sure it you have to understand Hip Hop culture as a whole. Not just assume because you downloaded “Only Built 4 Cuban Linx” that you are suddenly a Hip Hop head. Or reposting something you saw on a Hip Hop page and claiming you have been listening to it since they came out. Really? How so if their first LP came out in 93 and your ass is 18?
The internet is polluted with these people. These chicks with more foundation and contouring than a drag queen. Colored contacts, extensions, cleavage and ass shots exposed on one post then the next you have Necro post? We get it, you’re cool with your vape pens and your MF DOOM poster. Oh J Dilla saved your life? That Wu Tang tattoo tho! So dope. I wish when I was your age I had the internet too! Like my girl Kay says, “Sit the fuck down and take off that Forever 21 purchased Wu shirt off!” Hold yourselves like the Gods and Earths that you truly should be and shut the fuck up and pick up a book.
What’s worse is that I have actually stopped going to venues because of the hipster fuck fest it has become. Take for instance Rock the Bells. I come from an era where Rock the Bells was truly a Hip Hop festival. I remember 2009 RTB was one of the best experiences of my life. The whole vibe of it was fucking ill. Then for shits and giggles (and cause I got free tickets) I went to RTB’s 2012. It was like stepping into the Twilight Zone. It became me weaving in and out of young Hip Hop groupies with too much Bath & Body Works lotion on ready to blow Immortal Technique and hipster fucks with too much Curve on.
What in titty fucking Christ happened? Where were my backpack heads in the middle of cyphers b-boys battling, and heads discussing new underground Hip Hop over blunts filled with the dopest Cali weed? I looked back at a friend of mine and asked, “WTF happened to this place?” But let’s not take away too much from this new generation. For we as the old school heads are kind of obligated to guide these young head in the culture. But finding these ones is like finding a relevant purpose for Waka Flaka’s existence.
There are some out there that truly have taken the Hip Hop culture and have kept it organic. Let’s just say this piece came from multiple convos with frustrated heads on Instagram. Some of you are the dopest people I have had the pleasure of meeting. You have put me on music, art, written work, etc. For that it makes me know for sure our culture is still alive and thriving.
So kids, moral of the story, stop being a fronting cunt and learn. If this piece hit a nerve, or offended you… you’re probably one of the ones we make fun of on DM’s…