At this stage in the game, hip hop has changed into an entirely different entity than it once was. Whereas it began in the South Bronx as Mcing, B-Boying, and graffiti artists, it is now a popularity contest. It doesn't matter if you are rhyming with intelligence and wit. Now, it's about how much money you make. So my question is where is the love for real hip hop?
How come there were moans and groans when people found out Talib Kweli was performing at Summer Jam? He is one of the most intellectual MCs out there, yet he doesn't get the shine he deserves. This is after stellar verses like the one on "Get 'Em High". Kweli's situation mirrors so many others' too. Take Lupe Fiasco for instance.
Lupe stole the show from Kanye on "Touch The Sky". Every album he has put out has featured some of the best content and lyrics in hip hop. But he barely goes gold with each album. There's something wrong with this picture. Especially when rappers with nursery rhyme flows and dumb lyrics are making millions. (Soulja Boy and Gucci Mane, anyone?)
I think the problem is the consumer. We are like children who can't make up our minds about which toy to pull out of the toy box. We say we want rappers to have something to say. We also want to dance and party, yet we never seem to get that from the same artists, except a few. And once that artist's song is played in heavy rotation, we complain about it being played out. Make up your minds, people! Show love to real hip hop, better yet, show love to real music. Music where the heart and soul emanates from the lyrics. Find music like that and you'll never go wrong. I promise you that.
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