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More Thoughts On Rap Music

February 22, 2015

Geraldo Rivera is taking a lot of heat for comments he’s made about rap music and how it’s a toxic influence on young people.  Watching his TV interviews, I agreed with him.  Maybe that’s a sign that I’m getting older, but a short exercise reviewing hip-hop lyrics will illustrate my point.

Take Dr. Dre’s song Bitches Ain’t Shit.

Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Get the fuck out after you’re done
And I hope in my ride to make a quick run

Or Eminem’s song Kill You.

They said I can’t rap about being broke no more
They ain’t say I can’t rap about coke no more
(AH!) Slut, you think I won’t choke no whore
’til the vocal cords don’t work in her throat no more?!
(AH!) These motherfuckers are thinking I’m playing
Thinking I’m saying the shit cause I’m thinking it just to be saying it
(AH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain’t gonna shoot you
I’ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you
(AH!) Shut up slut, you’re causing too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, OK Ma?
“Oh, now he’s raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?”
You god damn right BITCH, and now it’s too late
I’m triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! [*chainsaw revs up*]
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
dangling from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

That’s lovely. Let’s share another gem from DMX, Bring Your Whole Crew.

I got blood on my hands and there’s no remorse
I got blood on my dick cuz I fucked a corpse
I’m a nasty nigga when u pass me nigga look me in my eyes
Tell me to my fuckin face that u ready to die
U be a dead mutha fucka red mutha fucka
Don’t be stupid you heard what I said mutha fucka
Who shot u ohhh nigga like u don’t know
Stickin you for your doe while I’m fuckin your broke ho
Yo don’t u get the picture niggaz can’t touch me

Raping a bloody dead corpse to prove your social worth.  Just take a moment and think about those words; let it seep in. Create a mental picture and vividly imagine yourself doing just that.  You’ve just shot a man or a woman many times with your gun.  Their corpse is sitting in a pool of blood and you proceed to have sex with it.  As you finish, you’re covered in blood and slowly remove your bloody penis in animal like satisfaction.  What sort of mental place are you in right now?

This culture’s role models seem to be violent drug dealers.  Take Rick Ross and his song Rich Off Cocaine.

Bitch I’m busy baby go and suck anotha cock
Fuck a hater make me throw away another glock
Money in the mansion, yayo in another spot
Guns in the attic, mama help me put ’em up

….

Miami nights,
I’m livin the life
Cause I’m rich off cocaine
Cause I’m rich off cocaine
Let’s fly through the coop
I lose the roof
Ain’t nothin but the wind in my hair
I’m not bullet proof, I’m full of proof
That you can make it here
All that livin’ fast
It ain’t got to last
Now I can slow it down
Because I’m sittin’ on top of the world and I’m not comin’ down

According to studies, roughly 37% of rap songs are misogynistic. Women are referenced in derogatory ways, violence against them is legitimatized, we are told to distrust them, and prostitution and pimping are glorified.  Roughly the same percentage of their songs deal with rape, drugs, murder, knives, guns, and other similar things.

I don’t feel any of this is art or culture.  Rabid sex, poverty, tribal violence, drug and alcohol abuse, and the suppression of women’s rights are nothing new, believe me; just study your history books.  This is barbarism and an expression of the absolute worst of mankind.  Real culture lifts the human spirit to seek higher things, to understand the cosmos, and to think about the universe and our place in it.

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