There is a BIG difference between hip-hop and rap, at least where I’m concerned. To me, hip-hop is more political and socially conscious, lyrical, creative, raw, and brash, whereas rap is bitches, hoes, cars, and yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh!
So, I think it just kind of adds to my distaste with one Lil’ Wayne. I’m about a month and a half late in this post, so bear with me. Apparently, not long ago, Tha Carter claimed he was the “new Pac”.
I mean, I grew up around Tupac’s music. It’s actually had a profound impact on me and serves as an inspiration for my writing. However, in today’s “rap” climate, it seems like everyone is trying to be Tupac. As far as myself, and many, many others are concerned, it’s impossible. Tupac will never come around again and for someone like Lil’ Wayne — who not only can’t write, but has shown no musical ability whatsoever — to proclaim himself as “new Pac” is not only heresy, but a verbal spitting upon the grave of a legend. Lil’ Wayne doesn’t have the ability, nor the intelligence, that Pac had, and Lil’ Wayne didn’t endure the things that Pac endured.
Pac spoke for the people. Lil’ Wayne speaks for Hot Topic.
So, after I discovered the hip-hop equivalent of witchcraft that spilled out of Lil’ Wayne’s facial rectum, I wanted to know what others had to say about it. I consulted my good buddies, Nas…
… and Snoop Lion.
These two had a lot to say about Pac, and while neither of them directly came out and called Lil’ Wayne some of things I have said over the years, they did have a lot of say about the man who is, quite possibly, the greatest of all-time. I think about it as a comparison without explicitly stating that Lil’ Wayne is a joke and a genital wart on the face of the music industry.
I mean, fuck. Listen to this shit.
Note: In the comments from this video, user Yungtj09 said, “We went from Chuck Berry, Jimi Hendrix, and B.B. King to this nigga???”
I completely agree with Yungtj09. This is fucking ridiculous. I mean, I’m all for someone expressing themselves, but the difference between Lil’ Wayne and someone who is an actual guitar player is quite simple. Talent. Lil’ Wayne has none, and as with his “skater” trend he had a few years back, his guitar is just an accessory to him. He’s not any good at either, and what makes this worse, is that his fans eat it up.
And I think that at the end of the day, when we hear about how hip-hop is dying and becoming a circus sideshow, Lil’ Wayne is pretty much the embodiment of that. Lil’ Wayne is a spectacle, but not in a good way, and interestingly enough, he’s just one of many. The genre has become saturated with the likes of Mack Maine (the CEO of Young Money), Birdman, Gucci Mane, Soulja Boy, Nicki Minaj, and so on. It’s become a genre about money and hoes and cars and manufactured hits.
Tupac would be disgusted. But, as Snoop Lion so carefully pointed out, if Pac was still around, this carnival of dunces may not even exist.
Growing up with Tupac, Snoop, Ice Cube, Jay-Z, Nas, Biggie, and all those guys has probably made me a little jaded to rap as it stands today, but there has not been a single person alive who has been able to get me to think I may be a little premature in my judgement. These men — the architects of the genre — spent years turning their parents’ soul records into a means to express themselves when their school couldn’t afford instruments and they needed to make extra money so their families could eat, and these bastards who call themselves rappers today spit on that struggle that created the genre they so willingly exploit. Hip-hop is about struggle, it’s about the grind. Hip-hop is about life — penniless, confused, at the mercy of police brutality and the inner-city drug trade. It’s not about chains, cars, bitches, and trying to make yourself better than the man performing next to you. The men I spoke of a moment ago — the pantheon of Gods in hip-hop — seem today to be nothing more than old farts in a musical retirement home, and it’s because of that reason, and many others, that the state of hip-hop, or “rap”, is disgusting to me. Nowdays, you get a platinum record if you don a chain and cap a couple of teeth.
These bitches don’t know struggle. These bitches don’t know adversity. These bitches don’t know hip-hop.
What makes this really sad, is that today’s fans don’t know the difference.