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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

People Don’t Dance No Mo’

Last week while I was discussing the somewhat unsettling trend where dead rappers tend to get better promotion, I mentioned that while it shouldn’t be the cultural norm, murder is unfortunately a part of hip-hop culture. Not surprisingly (and perhaps due to my reputation here), the entire thing was cast aside as nothing but more negative banter, much like the rest of the gems I drop here. Most humps are quick to say that I spit the way I do to get attention like some scorned bitch or because I assume that the hip-hop audience is a sensitive bunch of schmucks whose satin panties get bloodied up whenever I open my mouth, when they fail to realize that I - like everyone else at this section of the Internets - am a living, breathing embodiment of the rebellious, anarchistic mores that got everybody open off of hip-hop in the first place. If anything, blame hip-hop itself for installing a “take no shit, speak your mind” attitude in this body of mine, which is the antithesis of this country’s subservient culture. I shouldn’t have to explain myself, but there are still those who still can’t see past the candy-coated vernacular for the gritty truth.

I sometimes hate to have to elaborate - or in some cases dumb down - on my ideals here because it unfortunately proves to me that there are still those twits out there who think that all there is to hip-hop is simply either listening to a shitload of mixtapes, reading a gossip section, rocking a Jansport with chancletas while eating some tree bark or using slang and expletives when posting a comment. Dumb humps need teaching nowadays.

When I imply that hip-hop and murder are intertwined, not only do I mean it in the literal sense of some random-ass thug undeservedly pushing the wigs back of our favorite rappers-turned-martyrs, but also in the cultural and mental sense as well. Hip-hop is the most homicidal culture; you’ll hear about someone getting bodied in this shit more than any other musical genre.

For years the TIs have known that controversy creates cash (word to Eric Bischoff). So what better hullabaloo is there than murder? This is why you see and hear shirtless, ‘roid-raged drug addicts rhyming about killing each other more so than anything else every day. Is there any wonder why rich pricks across middle-class America would rather pop a cannon instead of read a book? As overrated as I think he is, I have to give it up to Kanye West for at the very least attempting to instill a smidgen of normalcy in hip-hop. It probably would have worked better if he didn’t run around with a murse all day, but whatever.

Quite a few of the readers here were up in arms because I felt no remorse for the likes of Stack Bundles. Honestly, I still don’t understand the logic of showing respect to anyone whose life ended in the same manner their lyrics were molded after. If anything, part of the cause of his death should be placed on the TIs’ hands, since they are primarily responsible for programming the shit into the collective consciences in the first place. By that bizarre logic, I suppose I should feel bad because the guy who supposedly ethered Stack Bundles got Stack Bundled himself, right?

That’s not to say that anybody deserves to die or should have death come to them just because they either rap about or are affiliated with murder all day long. At the same time, if a rapper (or any goonie goo goo for that matter) is heavily involved in that scene, it shouldn’t be a surprise when a green-eyed devil decides to light up a Camborghini or crush a retina, Kimbo-style. It’s sad really: violence only begets more violence. And unless the rest of the hip-hop nation wakes up, the shit will continue long after I’ve exhausted my pen.

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