So I’ve been on a hip-hop binge lately. I binged on a particular set of tracks that struck a nerve with me and my own craft.
Salsa is now an industry that has proven it’s staying power and has given me a way to get better at my craft while earning an honest living. But that commercialism is a double-edged knife. I do my best to respect my craft and be a proper representative of the art, the culture and the history but sometimes when I look around me, the first thing that comes up in my head is: What the hell is going on?
The same thing is happening to hip-hop. It is now a mainstream form of music when it was still underground not too long ago. But now that it is commercialized it is an industry, meaning there is money that needs to be made and sometimes (or a lot of the times) it’s only about the money and not about the art. Just look at the song Gucci Gang that has 835 million views with lyrics about nothing on youtube and at the remix of that same song that has some crazy rap (rhymes and poetry) going on in it about the life of an artist trying to make it, but only has 53 million views. A good beat is half the work, but it takes more than that if you ask me!
The binge was sparked by Eminem’s new album and fired up by the beef between him & Machine Gun Kelly where he lyrically tore his diss down completely. That’s emotion, that’s art.
There is a definite link between Salsa & Hip-Hop, but to me personally, these are the lines that struck a chord with me and the state of the Salsa-scene at the moment.
People are like: Get Money. Get Fame. No respect for the Game.
To take a quote from one of the pioneers of Salsa-dance:
People walking around like they are God’s gift to dance.
Just know if they are, they probably aren’t….
So here are some of my favorite lines in Hip-Hop at the moment:
Eminem – The Ringer
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Probably no
These are things that I’d rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your rime is about ice
And Jesus Christ man
How many times is someone gonna f*ck on my b*tch
Cause you missed the line and never caught it
Cause it went over your head, because you’re too stupid to get it
Cause you’re mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you’ll never be an artist
And I’m harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I’ll never be is flawless, all I’ll ever be is honest
KRS-One – MC’s act like they don’t know
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer
Too many MC’s take that word ’emcee’ lightly
They can’t Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest
Some MC’s don’t like the KRS but they must respect him
‘Cause they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
KRS-One – Step into a world
We only get better and only better we have gotten
Yo I’m strictly about skills and dope lyrical coastin’
Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion
If a dope lyrical flow is a must
You gots to go with a name you can quickly trust
Stop wastin’ your money on marketing schemes
And pretty packages pushin dreams to the beams
A dope mc is a dope mc
With or without a record deal, all can see
And that’s who krs be son
I’m not the run of mill, cause for the mill I don’t run
No past rappin’, youth trackin’, talent lackin’
Mc’s more worried about their financial backin’
Don’t you think by now the number one spot I’m not concerned with it
The course of rap I’m turnin’ it
Back to that good old fashioned way of getting cash money by earning it
No bogus hocus pocus, I bring back to focus
Skills if you notice my position is lotus
Now quote this, mc’s are just hopeless
Thinkin’ record sales make them the dopest
Eminem – Lucky you
Can’t f*ck with you rappers, you practically suckin’
You mighta went platinum, but that don’t mean nothin’
Keep all of the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son’ll be alright now
I said ain’t no love for the other side
Or anyone who ever want smoke
When I die I’m goin’ out as the underdog who never lost hope
You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
N***a wrong way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a f*ckin’ lawn mower
I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get ’em
Wasn’t in it for the trophies, just the f*ckin’ recognition
F*ck’s the difference?
I’m that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
I been eatin’ long enough, man my stomach should be full
I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me
But nothin’ is feeling like anyone has any f*ckin’ ability
To even stick to a subject, it’s killin’ me, the inability to pin humility
Hatata batata, why don’t we make a bunch of f*ckin’
Songs about nothin’ and mumble!
And fuck it, I’m goin’ for the jugular
Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin’ up
Don’t give an ounce of a motherf*ck
About the ones that were here before you to make raps, let’s recap
Way back, MC’s that recap and tape decks
ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at?
We need 3 Stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back
Eminem – Fall
These rappers are like Hunger Games
One minute, they’re mocking Jay
Next minute, they get they style from Migos, then they copy Drake
Maybe I just don’t know when to turn around and walk away
Joyner Lucas – Gucci Gang Remix
All you new rappers don’t be talkin’ ’bout shit except doin’ drugs
Wonder how you got a name
Sippin’ lean, takin’ E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain
Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, Dolce
Back when I was broke and no one know me
I couldn’t afford it and now that I got the money I don’t even want this shit ’cause it ain’t for me
I always been myself, you dont know me
Yeah I was so depressed, I was lonely
The man on the horse, all I had was Ralph Lauren
You wonder what’s happening
I am flipping new syllables, acronyms
I guess I ama practice it
You f*ckers are f*cking embarrassing
You ain’t gonna be happy when I am on top and I am gonna be popping
Atlantic told me that my flow a hundred
But my album ain’t come unless I got a f*ckin’ single
Well I don’t give a f*ck about no air record
I just remix your shit and get big off it
I just murder every mother f*cking beat while I am dreaming of gettin’ paid in my mother f*ckin’ sleep, goddamn
Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown – I don’t die
Mind your motherf*ckin’ business, ain’t nothin’ you gotta see
How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me?
Yeah, I’m cool but you don’t wanna see that other side of me
And my ni**as mobbin’ deep, hoe, I’m a fuckin’ prodigy
I know, I know that you been envy, b*tch, it ain’t that hard to see
Don’t you dare go fix your mouth to tell me that you proud of me
Ain’t no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me
Some ni**as’ll gon’ chop my arm right off and still reach out to me
I know you probably want that
Don’t get shit f*cked up, just ’cause I ain’t got no ice on
Don’t mean I am not Sub-Zero, I should freeze you hoes at night time
Ménage on my mind , I’ve been on my grind
Been through so much, sometimes think that God ain’t on my side
One day y’all gon’ see me , I make shy look freaky
I make dry look greasy, I make hard look easy
Why you wanna hate on progress?
Why you wanna keep me in the projects?
Ni**a, why you wanna eat off my check?
That’s some weird ass shit, you suspect
That’s a weird ass bitch, don’t trust that
Shut the hell up, a nigga ain’t done yet
All these shots, are you niggas havin’ fun yet?
I’ma do it by the book so run that
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
Hoping that they don’t revive a ni**a and bring me back to life
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
That’s all right, I don’t die
Also check this kid out, he was 16 when he recorded this! There is still cool shit out there behind the sh*t we get spoonfed. Glad he got his 26 million views because he deserves it, but that is nothing compared to the song this was based on. (289 million!) Someone sign this kid!