So its Monday. It is tha first performance of the play "Soul To Keep" tonight and I'm up arguing about phone service. I'm trying to get all my last minute business squared away before the Mercury Retrograde starts. I also threw away all of my comfortable sneakers so that I would have to wear some of the new ones I bought that have been sitting in my closet collecting dust for the past few years. As you may have surmised, I tend to be resistant to change.
I also got a flyer in tha mail from some corny promoter talking about how their artist is the New York version of Nelly. WTF is that about yo? Have these cats in NYC just totally given up any shred of dignity and jumped on tha "Dirty South" bandwagon that hard...?
Yup
Look I can't front like I'm with all of the current country-fication of Hip Hop, however I will say this. For a long time NYC and the Westcoast had Hip Hop on lock. It's tha South's turn, I wont argue that. I just never thought i'd see tha day heads in NYC started riding all that down south d*ck. East coast Hip Hop used to be lyrical and about something, now the bullshit I hear is just as weak as music I hear outta Atlanta or someplace like that
And It's a lotta artists outta tha south I rocks with, Scarface, Goodie Mob, Juvenile, Outkast, Field Mob, David Banner, Bun B, and having lived in St. Louis for a spell, I even got love for Chingy. (not for his music, but because to have grown up in a city that makes it so hard to be black, this kid has his head screwed on pretty straight) I'm not hating on the other cats, but they aint really impressing me like that.
I did a skit on my mixtape "Live And Let Die" about how simplistic NYC flows have gotten and how cats is sayin they from tha "Dirty South Bronx." Heads thought I was being serious, that scared me. But alas, this is an indication of how weak tha game has become.
More on this later, I gotta pack up and get ready for tha show tonight
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