Not gonna lie, BS, but I'm getting kinda triggered when I see your avatar in a music thread now.
Like most hip hop, it's, to much of one thing. In this case, as well as most cases, it's all about what one takes and how one takes it. The raw energy of the monument delivered without a sliver of universal, experienced and timeless moderating philosophy. An anti-victimization disguised as art.
This is how I learned to value rap and not the commercial version sold more broadly. This time we as white people understood the poetry, rhyme and meter of rap as a genuine art.Like most hip hop, it's, to much of one thing. In this case, as well as most cases, it's all about what one takes and how one takes it. The raw energy of the monument delivered without a sliver of universal, experienced and timeless moderating philosophy. An anti-victimization disguised as art.
Hip Hop...
I want, what I want, and I what I want, right now, and how I get it doesn't matter. That's not new or original at all.
The puke dancing song. Nobody does it better than Bostonians on St Patties day.Looks very familiar, lol