A brainless MINAJ is fun but music needs LAURYN HILL
The music industry is in a state of emergency and I urge everyone involved to evacuate.
Lauryn Hill used to dominate radio waves with commercially viable music that could make you dance yet think at the same time. Furthermore, Hill's raw melodic soulful ballads helped you deal with a break up and celebrated the love that is your first born child. Ever since she left us, the industry hasn't been the same. The female rapper, doesn't even have a name, she has aliases, identity crisises and a bar code on her ass.
Do you remember when the radio sounded like this?? (BELOW)
"It's been three weeks since you've been looking for your friend The one you let hit it and never called you again 'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins You act like you ain't hear him then gave him a little trim To begin, how you think you really gon' pretend Like you wasn't down then you called him again Plus when you give it up so easy you ain't even fooling him If you did it then, then you probably fuck again Talking out your neck sayin' you're a Christian A Muslim sleeping with the gin Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinking it's a trend Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine Don't be a hardrock when you're really a gem Babygirl, respect is just a minimum Niggas fucked up and you still defending them Now Lauryn is only human Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn. It's silly when girls sell their soul because it's in Look at where you be in hair weaves like Europeans Fake nails done by Koreans Come again"
Now we have a bipolar woman whose approaching 30, acts like she's 10, who graces our television screens with insane facial expressions, neon colored wigs and lyrics that equate to gibberish garbage.
She calls herself a Barbie, hides any trace of her Black Caribbean roots and saturates herself in Caucasian images while pretending to be inspired by the Harajuku of Japan. Clearly inspired by Lil Kim who was the rap Queen of the 90s, (yes she wore neon wigs and aspired to be a European but she commanded a mic better than anyone of that decade.)
What's left in the wreckage is a rapper who signs boobs and autotunes a hook. Somehow the masses are under the illusion that shes a rapper/singer as Ms. Hill was.
THE DIVA IS NOW ARTLESS, LACKING MUSICAL VALUE WHILE EXPLODING IN ENTERTAINMENT VALUE
(BEYONCE *cough* *cough*)
The female rap game has flatlined while the male rap game is in critical condition. Lil Wayne fucked every girl in the world and 50 Cent wanted everyone to have a baby by him to become a millionaire.
The Minaj rap industry has taken the game to a place that RUN DMC AND MC LYTE would have never imagined it would go. They have got to be upset, as what they started has become a complete circus act.
Gone are the days of Queen Latifah's "UNITY" and rising are the days of "LIL Freak" where a Minaj is implied in less than creative lyrical arrangements.
We as consumers need to take back our music, take back an industry that used to promote art and now only exploits trends/gimics.
What upsets me most is that living legends like Queen Latifah, MC Lyte and Lauryn Hill, Hell even LL Cool J, are allowing this trash to perfume the airwaves. They are condoning this unnaturally large assed female "rap" game that leaves listeners wondering if they even know that the first lady of the United States is African American.
We have come thus far yet we now parade on stages and forget about the UNITY that we so wanted in the 90s, instead we adorn ourselves with ass pads and call ourselves Barbies while Lauryn Hill hides in her voodoo room, while Queen Latifah poses for Cover Girl sporting European cherry blonde tresses, and while MC Lyte does voice overs instead of 16 bars.
Back in the early days of the female rap game, MC's would battle it out for lyrical relevance, now they battle it out for ASS RELEVANCE. See "My Chick Bad Remix"
The radio is pathetic and leaves us wishing that Jazmin Sullivan could rap, then we would have something close to Ms. Hill, but even her vocals are overshadowed by a yoddaling Rihanna and a growling Beyonce.
Ms. Hill we need you back. We need the sermons that was your music. You can't inspire us while being silent and acting completely insane.
We need substance to balance out the monkeys in wigs.
We need to groove again, raise our fists again, be proud again, THINK again.