Scrolling through my feed most Instagram Hip Hop pages can be summed up by this:
I mean, don’t get me wrong, there are some really dope pages. There are a lot of you I really like interacting with. But some “Hip Hop” pages need to be removed. Like removed not only off Instagram, but like out of existence. Or we should be able to put you under Hip Hop probation until we release you.
I was inspired by two things to write a small piece on this. One is the by my fellow Hip Hop blogger extraordinaire @KimDuizm HipHopHabitual.Com tweet recently about Wu Wednesday (we will visit this in a minute) and another fellow Hip Hop page post calling out these Hip Hop pages we are discussing.
Let’s start off discussing Wu-Wednesday. I love the Wu. I have loved the Wu since that faithful day when I was 12 when my brother brought me the 36 Chambers on cassette, so they hold a very special place in my heart. But the over saturation of Wutang posts on my feed is overwhelming. It’s the same 20 pictures that everyone already saw. Yes, I already know, “the face someone makes when they say they don’t listen to Wu Tang”, no need to remind me. I have participated in this day but I have already tried to give you original meme’s, samples, etc. But I just gave up.
Speaking of originality, this is what these so called “Hip Hop” pages lack. Educate others. Put people onto new music. Share your music. Share your art. Share your record/cd/tape collection. Share your photography. Bring some substance to this culture I love so very fucking much. Don’t post that same Googled image we saw over 100 times already. Bring some original shit. You wouldn’t accept someone serving you someone’s left over steak at a restaurant, why the fuck should Hip Hop be any different?
I’ve discussed this topic with some fellow Hip Hop pages and heads out there and the same things always comes up, “But they have the most followers… why?”. The answer can be debated, but what I come up with is that it’s SIMPLE. Simple shit for simple niggas. Same concept can be put to life. Simple is safe. It’s familiar. So the masses are drawn to that.
I knew from go that Live Elements, will never have as many followers as some of these pages. I post a lot of underground that people don’t know of. It’s cool, I’d rather have substance heard and viewed by open minded people than 30K of followers that only know the same 90’s Hip Hop artists and never want to expand their mind to more. It’s not ever about followers with me. It’s about Hip Hop. Even this blog, if some people read it cool, I’m good with that.
I’ve been called “pretentious” and asked “but why does it bother you?” when it comes to Hip Hop on Instagram. My statement is as follows:
“I Live Elements, am not more Hip Hop than anyone else. I am not more Hip Hop than the 15 year old girl that picked up a Jedi Mind Trick’s album and deleted all the Drake off her phone. Nobody is more Hip Hop than Hip Hop. This beautiful culture that saved my life. But what I am is very passionate about her, mother Hip Hop. I will work everyday of my life to give back to Hip Hop as much as it’s been given to me. So when I see a disrepect to her, I will make sure my voice is heard. My not be by many, but it’s heard. Hip Hop > Instagram. Peace.”
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…