Meditations on Rap's New Boon(e)

Rap has always been great. It appeared as I was growing up and the first strained sounds from New York City were guys like Kurtis Blow who rapped about basketball and things they liked. RunDMC liked their Addidas. Eventually angrier tones rolled in. Public Enemy was the first Rage Against The Machine. Their anger was palpable. Can't Trust It, 911, they spoke about their anger and I felt their emotion without ever knowing their circumstance. Its time for rap to come back to that.

Dont misunderstand, I'm no hater. Snoop is great and is adding more new words to the language than any guy since Shakespeare. Wait until you see the Dog's sonnets! They will shizzle your nizzle! But there's nothing to relate to with snoop or Dre. Not anymore. They're rich and don't like shooting at people, getting shot. Ice T, the Cop Killer is now a cop on TV!! We've jumped the shark. Its time to get back to our roots. Talk about where we are now.

Yes. My roots. So I was in the middle of Deliverance, USA for the birth of rap, but I was a refugee from 7 Mile. A mile farther into the abyss than that Marshall Mathers guy. My pedigree is credigree, except Livonia was a little farther west than him. Almost 45 minutes. And there was a Crowleys Department store across the street, which made getting socks for church convenient. And I was mistaken for black by my classmates because they'd never seen a black person and I was dark brown. An honest mistake. I believed them for a while. Geography stinks in school and it takes forever to talk about the Caucus Mountains. Hard to imagine so many people think they come from there... Sorry. I digress. I've got cred. That's all you need to know. You'll feel it.

Rap doesn't talk to me anymore. I have chosen a lifestyle that is sub urban. I want to have someone to tell me about my pain. I'm no Cop Killer. How am I supposed to get into that? The new rap will be about what we feel in the burbs. Mole killing. Weed killing. Now my passion is aroused.

Drop a beat yo! Freestyle:

I am the mole killa 'cause
Its how I like my villa and
Don't fuck with Feng Shui or
My tea that is Chamilla

Now you know. You feel that. I could go on, rhyme bustin' outta my mind like... like I've got rhymes. Yeah. I got mad rhymes, read the Sunday Times... I am the sub urban rap seuss. But there should be more. There could be a healthy side business in merchandising to the do it yourself sub urban rapper. I'm thinking a thesaurus. The Rap Thesaurus would help conjugate the 'izzle' form, for instance, include a bitch and ho' compendium, and possibly annotated fashion guide. This has merit.