We have satellite radio these days, which means I spend much time listening to Channel 40â€”all hiphop, all the time.
I love rap. Have always loved rap. I was raised on Run DMC and Public Enemy and Tribe Called Quest, and continued along a righteous path with NWA and Snoop; Tupac and Heavy D (I know … I know); Eminem and, now, T.I.
That said, modern rapâ€”today’s rapâ€”mostly blows.
I really don’t like it. Slurring instead of talking. Significantly more about bitches and hos and getting paid than real, life-changing messages of toughness, independence, strength, durability. It seems like there are about 20 guys who go by Young (or Yung), and they all suck. Lil Wayneâ€”apparently a nice guyâ€”is unlistenable. I dig Kanye West, but his arrogance is frustrating. And 50 Centâ€”well, just the worst. The absolute worst.
I long for the day when rappers saw themselves as teachers. Sure, guys like Big Daddy Kane and Slick Rick could let loose with party starters. But there was, one way or another, depth behind the beats.
Today? Little depth.