When the uninitiated hear the name Tupac
Shakur, they think of a trouble maker gangsta’
rap star. Most don’t calculate the reason Tupac
turned up this way. His earlier works are filled
with the philosophy and attitude of the Black
Panther and Street Soldier mentality.
The Same Theory Holds True for Hip Hop…
Rap is something you do, but Hip
Hop is something you live.
– KRS-One, Hip Hop Pioneer
Hip hop was created in the ghetto’s,
in places that were considered urban
War Zones, Poor communities with
little or no help from politicians.
-Kevin Powell, Hip Hop Historian
The culture and the energy that came from
Hip Hop was an energy that young folks
through dance, rapping, beat boxing, and
DJ-ing, took hold of in response to
systematic violence, racism and unfair
social obstacles in their communities in
order to give people not only something to
bob their head to, but also an avenue to
express themselves and deliver a positive
message to their surroundings..
Growing up in impoverished neighborhoods
and ghettos, many black youth found their role
models among peers.
In streets of NY the “in” thing was selling drugs,
pimping, and going in and out of prison
Boys began to emulate the look and actions of
thugs, gangsters and pimps.
Girls began dressing like whores and loose
Hip Hop culture glorified the street life and
made it acceptable.
Included distinctive styles of:
Visual Art (Graffiti)
Dance (Break Dancing)
Music (Rapping, DJ, Beat Boxing,)
Dress (Street fashion)
Speech (Street language, knowledge,
Began as an expression of African American
Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five
Eric B & Rakim
Kool Moe Dee
Hip Hop has messages. Rap Music has
Hip Hop is more likely to have you tear down
the department store while rap will inspire you
to shop there.
Rap is about money, hoes and cars. Hip Hop is
about how good you can rhyme, educating and
Hip Hop doesn’t get air play. Rap does.
Homicide is the Leading Cause of death in
black males from age 15-34
Black Males are 14 times more likely to be
homicide victims than any other racial group.
Though we’re all responsible for our own
actions, a term called Invisible Knapsack
Certain races, genders, and cultures have
privileges they don’t earn, but simply
have...because of their race, gender, group etc.
There is a whole lineage of black men wanting
to deny their own frailty. In some ways, black
men have to do that, like putting on a psychic
armor-having to walk outside every day (into
the real world). But the running inside joke is
that everyone knows that is not always the
case. (Everyone isn’t hard!) – Dr. Jelani Cobb,
Part of every man’s life is to want respect. Can’t be a
punk/pushover, or people will run over you.
We play that role from 7 years old when someone calls us a
“sissy” or a “sucka”. Father’s punch their son in the chest
telling them “nigga you got to be ready for this!
-Conrad Tiller, Hip Hop minister.
Hip Hop is very ego driven, and encourages you to assert
yourself. As a black man in this society, you have to learn
how to do that
Society limits the range in which men can express their
emotions. You have to have your game face on all the time.
You can’t cry in front of your man.
-CEO, allhiphop.com, Chuck Creekmur
Hollywood movies perpetuate the same type of
volume. America is a very hyper-masculine
culture, from sports, to video games, to the military.
America is a hyper-agressive nation. It stands to
reason that a rapper can be commercially viable in
a nation that supports a culture of violence.
We live in a society where manhood is all about
conquering and violence. –Conrad Tiller.
We have become desensitized to sexism,
misogyny and the sexual objectification of women
in hip hop culture.
Money now controls hip-hop instead of the
artists controlling it, and label execs have
become more powerful in determining how an
artist’s music will sound. This explains the
increase in the number of independent labels
because artists have discovered that they lose
creative control over their music when they
sign on with major labels.
Mainstream artists sacrifice artistic integrity for
money and fame.
For their authenticity, creativity and message
Common’s “I Used to Love Her” was chosen
because of its message and authenticity
Lil Wayne’s “Dr. Carter” and Nas’s classic “Rewind”
were also chosen as examples of true hip hop
because of their creative lyrical content
I might've failed to mention that the chick was creative
But once the man got to her, he altered the native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lookin' rock and dressin' hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks, servin rocks, and hittin switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into show-biz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop
Respect is in the heart.,So that's where I'm gonna start.
And a lot of heart patients don't make it.
Now hey kids, Plural I graduated
Cause you could get through anything if Magic made it!
And that was called recycling, Or re-reciting
Something cause you just like it
So you say it just like it.
Some say its biting, But i say its enlightening
Besides, Dr. Kanye West is one of the brightest.
And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest.
And Dr. Jeezy can fix your back up the nicest.
Authritist in my hand from writing.
But I'm a doctor they don't understand my writing.
So i stop writing, Now I'm like lighting.
And you ain't Vince Young so don't clash with the Titans.
Fast and exciting, My Passion is Frighting.
Now let me put some more Vocab in your I.V.
Here take this Vicatin, Like it and love it
And confidence has no budget so pay me no mind i don't walk like i talk it
cause I'm running
I don't do it cause i done it and I'm in the emergency punnet.
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done, Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen, I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending
The bullet goes back in the gun, The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga, Now he back to square one
Screamin, "Shoot don't please“, I put my fifth back on my hip, It's like a VCR rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his bitch, My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut, Goin reverse, slowly prepared
My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there"
Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach, The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar, The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans, Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first, Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear, Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we“, So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya, 'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone rang <phone ringing>, I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug, She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her, "No hell“, She talkin 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick
Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the story begun
That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"
Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?
Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man
I found him, right now, I see him right now!
Let's kill him)
"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace"
Ye who has desire to
read along with this
song is probably
contributing to the
ultimate demise of Hip
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