Mastertank1
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Dunno bout' anyone else...
But I hate it because what passes for rap these days is a complete betrayal of it's own roots and origins.
I witnessed rap in the days when it was extemporaneous. When the chosen champion rappers of two gangs would settle a dispute with a rap contest instead of having a rumble or a 'fair one'. (A one on one fight with equal or no weapons.)
There were rules. A rap was 12 lines in three quatrains (no, they didn't know that term, but that's what it was). The first was a brag on oneself/one's gang. The second was a putdown of the opposition. The third stated the case as to why that rapper's side should win the dispute. Each side went three times. There were three neutral judges, agreed on by both sides.
To fight after a rap contest decided the matter was to hurt your own street cred and dis the judges.
I witnessed a bunch of those; I judged some.
The extemporaniety was the key element; those guys were the most amazing right-off-the-top-of-their-head wordsmiths! I admired the hell out of them. I listen to rap every now and then, by getting the cds from the library.
I'm always dissappointed, comparing the brainless repetetive garbage that passes for rap now with the sheer verbal artistry, the dazzling brilliance I used to hear in the streets of NYC.
THAT was art. The new stuff is trash.
Judgemental? Damn right! 🙄
But I hate it because what passes for rap these days is a complete betrayal of it's own roots and origins.
I witnessed rap in the days when it was extemporaneous. When the chosen champion rappers of two gangs would settle a dispute with a rap contest instead of having a rumble or a 'fair one'. (A one on one fight with equal or no weapons.)
There were rules. A rap was 12 lines in three quatrains (no, they didn't know that term, but that's what it was). The first was a brag on oneself/one's gang. The second was a putdown of the opposition. The third stated the case as to why that rapper's side should win the dispute. Each side went three times. There were three neutral judges, agreed on by both sides.
To fight after a rap contest decided the matter was to hurt your own street cred and dis the judges.
I witnessed a bunch of those; I judged some.

The extemporaniety was the key element; those guys were the most amazing right-off-the-top-of-their-head wordsmiths! I admired the hell out of them. I listen to rap every now and then, by getting the cds from the library.
I'm always dissappointed, comparing the brainless repetetive garbage that passes for rap now with the sheer verbal artistry, the dazzling brilliance I used to hear in the streets of NYC.

THAT was art. The new stuff is trash.

Judgemental? Damn right! 🙄