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First off, let me say that I’m not convinced, for one second, that Rick Ross The Rapper &
Young Jeezy really have beef, because I live in South Central Los Angeles. Born, rasied, & still here. Between experiencing old school, white knuckle, hands-on L.A. gangbanging, & this Hip Hop hybrid of too-old-for-that-shit rapbangers, I can tell the difference between hood-involved discrepancy & cats who happen to know the “right” people for the wrong reason. This situation between adult entertainers, on the other hand, seems to be a clear cut case of “Ay nigga, I was HERE, first!”
I find it odd that 2 artists in the same recording house would even be involved in the type of real-life frucus that could effortlessly extend beyond rap music. Really though, all this name-dropping amongst the civilian & criminal community could easily result in someone being killed. (Not that I’m an expert or anything, I just know A LOT of criminals
& watch ‘Oz’ whenever I can.) I know with extreme, blood-related certainty that real drug dealers don’t fuck around, especially if they convince themselves that you’re interfering with their fiscal intake, which, to a person’s whose ambition is based soley around greed, isn’t a hard thing to do. See, a gangbanger does things out of ignorance, while the dope dealer does so what he does because he feels it’s necessary. Now, for the rap world to peep, we have 2 rappers from the same drug-dealing gang subliminally trying to prove to each other “who knows who.” Good grief.
Is that hilarious or what? Like when
Young Jeezy got The Real Big Meech for ‘The Real Blowin’ Money Fast’ song, to expose the necessary amount of pimp-hand to Ross, as a taunt. That’s truly a page taken for the “That’s why niggas cain’t have shit!” handbook. Same thing goes for Nightstick Rick, except, in true 40 year-old hustler fashion, he got Meech’s moms to cosign him in the streets, where everything that’s really anything gets dealt with, anyway, as the youngsters used to say.
& that quickly, The Real Big Meech has replaced The Real Ricky Ross as the dope dealer to be for Halloween. I mean, don’t you just love the hypocrisy of democracy? Only in America is there an equal opportunity to praise the condemned & condemn the praised (I’ve been wanting to type that sentence, without seeming like a douchebag, for years. Mission acomplished?). & on a related note, my kids were singing ‘B.M.F.’ the other day, & when I told them who Big Meech, Larry Hoover, & the real Ricky Ross were, beyond being anonymous names in rap music, they stopped singing the song, & haven’t since. Well, not as much as before they knew what they did for a collective living, anyway.
Score 1 for the good guys, perhaps.
Usually, the age 18 is when one is considered a grown-up. Perhaps Hip Hop has a legitimate excuse because the lifestyle, the culture itself is based in a youthful rebellion. When Hip Hop turned 18, it was just hitting it’s stride. Look at early 90′s rap music & tell me I’m wrong. It stopped being about just how you rapped & danced, & became a way of life. Babies were being born into it, raised by it. I remember my first Adidas jogging suit, & have clear memories of my dad playing ‘Freaks Come Out At Night‘ every time we’d leave the house. Still to this day, grandfather & all, he’ll tell you that Whodini was/is/will be the best rap group ever.
My son’s favorite rap cat is NaS, through no fault of his own, which is something I never would’ve imagine back when I’d get high & listen to ‘Illmatic’ for days on end. But that’s neither here nor there.
Eventually though, we knew Hip Hop had to start growing up. If only a little bit. 2009 saw a healthy handful of yesteryear’s household names making a “comeback,” even though they’d been here for years. Old Man Rap, was the term coined. Maybe it was a backlash of every other MC of the previous decade being a Little Young. Or possibly the OG’s got tired of seeing all their hard work got down the tubes. Whatever the case, I give credit to Jeezy, for dropping “Young” from his name. That’s a definitive move on his part, & others should take note. Now, if we can just get him to fall back on music that glorifies the poisoning of our community, I could g’head & give the nigga his cookie. But, that may be asking for a little too much. No pun intended.
He’s not the first rap dude to take a stand with his nom de plume, but it may be important as he’s one of the more popular rappers of his era. An era where, if you weren’t a “lil” or a “young” you didn’t get any play, for the most part. Lil Wayne gets a pass because, contrary to popular belief, he’s father’s name is Dwayne. His daddy’s name is Baby. & it’s not that there’s anything wrong with being young, we all were at some point, but wisdom isn’t born from youth. Well, maybe sometimes. & while we’re at it, somebody should let Jay-Z know that the “Young Hova” routine is getting sort of sad. No matter how cool you look in a Yankees cap, 40 years is a substantial amount of time to be alive. Ain’t shit young about that. Unless you ask Neva Morris.
& for the record, while cats give Waka Flocka Flame grief over his rap name, that shit would be ill if he were a rock ‘n’ roll band. Just saying.
I’ll admit, I don’t live in the best area. In fact, my immediate L.A. neighborhood lies on the border of the Eight Tray Gangsta Crips & Rollin’ 60′s Crip gangs. I literally can throw a stone in either direction from my front porch & it would land in the respective ‘hood. Safe (no pun intended) to say I see my share of nignorance & blacktivity on a daily basis. But, I can get in a car, drive west for 20 minutes, & be in a whole other part of town, where the coonery is less obvious & detrimental. For whatever reason, it doesn’t seem to seep outside of my home’s vicinity. & truth be told, I’m cool with that. The last thing I need is for niggas to go all throughout the city, embarrassing me for the simple fact that we’re all Black people. Because let’s face it, not only do we all look alike, but we all know each other also. While I do have my “nigga” moments, I pride myself on being a productive American of African descent. I pronounce my “er”s, say “please” & “thank you” & don’t speak above a whisper unless I deem it absolutely necessary. I guess it’s the societal equivalent of using my outdoor voice when I’m in the house, so to speak. The last thing I’d ever want to be is the nigga that embarrasses Black people.
So, I wonder how Waka Flocka Flame feels when he looks in the mirror?
Not to pile unnecessary responsibility on the back of any man, let alone an entertainer, but to embody all the negative stereotypes of a people, display it “musically” & live it in real-time in front of what’s tantamount to all of young America has got to be some mind-numbing shit. I get a mild headache just thinking about. I couldn’t imagine having the bullet wounds as a constant reminder.
Most rappers acquire a certain level of celebrity before they got shot for unknown reasons. 50 Cent being the obvious exception, but definitely not the arch of the grade curve. Perhaps Waka is one of those types of people who saw that debacle as a publicity blessing, as opposed to an attempt on his life. I’ll tell you what; if I got shot “randomly”, all bets are off. Whatever I’m doing to cause such a misstep will be quelled & ceased long before my scars heal. A hard head makes a soft ass, indeed. & similarly, a hard bullet makes a sad funeral, if you smell my cologne.
Not long after being hospitalized for gunshot wounds, Waka finds himself involved in gun play again, following an altercation with Young Jeezy’s crew. Except now, he had the cognition to buy a gunman. I mean hire security. The whole stipulation of the incident is based around the feud between rappers Gucci Mane & Young Jeezy, where Gucci killed one of Jeezy’s friends & legally got away with it. No shots, but I’m not starting my career with that type of drama looming slightly overhead. Fuck someone else’s drama, mayne.
This is why for every ounce of respect that Hip Hop garners, there’s a pound of dissent. This is why Snoop Dogg is just being allowed back in the United Kingdom, after three years. This is why Nathan Michael Wilkie was arrested in Australia. This is why a still-campaigning Barack Obama told Ludacris “Thanks, but not thanks.”
My argument would be null & void had Charlie Mingus put hands on Miles Davis at some point in time. Or if Billy Ray Cyrus’ posse pulled six-shooters on Randy Travis & his boys. No dice, though. I realize most people don’t see the price tag for fame, but there surely is one. & I’m not saying it’s every dude’s responsibility, but at least stop embarrassing us. & yourselves.
I guess this is what happens when you have legitimate icons saying things like, “the rap game is like the crack game,” & what not. But hey, can’t knock the hustle, right?