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Friday, August 15, 2008

They know not what they do

I'm a child of early hip hop, when the words were about self love and community pride. I wasn't into all of hip hop, but I knew enough to know it was something special.

I recently took a 16 hour road trip to my inlaws...we rode through several cities with Rap radio stations. I can honestly tell you it was a total waste. As much as I bitch about this hick town, I know what to expect from the stations here.

As we rode from city to city I was just appalled at how truly triflin' rap/r&b music has become. I mean it's all shit. I mean ate 6 taco with bad sour cream type shit. I got so fucking tired hearing little wayne's crackhead ass I just listened to the static between the stations...I'm dead serious that's just what I did. I guess since I don't have BET I didn't know how diseased music has become.

These stations couldn't even get the slow jams/quiet storm sessions right. I mean really a slow song with the word bitch and nigga in it? I mean really...no reallly...for serious...really?


And I also want to know who in the hell told them muthafuckas they could remake H town's Knockin' the Boots...that's a slow jam/quiet storm classic and you don't fuck with a classic. These fools been smokin' entirely too much weed...

I'll stick with my iPod...thank you and fuck off!

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