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  • BEWARE: The Lyric Police

    Hip-Hop has a long history of controversial statements. Back in the late 80’s when it started to permeate the mainstream from time to time certain emcees and rappers would get called out for these statements. In those days N.W.A. was called out for “Fuck The Police”, Ice -T (technically his rock group Body Count) was called out for “Cop Killa” and gangsta rap’s overt violence and sexual imagery was called out by the likes of civil rights activist C.Delores Tucker.

    In the late 80’s and early 90’s when Uncle Luke and 2 Live Crew were facing serious legal ramifications for performing their vulgar hits, we hip-hop fans hated censorship. We were young and rebellious. Our attitude was understandably contrary to those values which the mainstream of American society aspired to. After all this was the tail end of the Reagan/Bush I era and even though America “prospered” under Clinton the windfall was largely absent from our communities. The American Dream had left us behind.

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    There may have been an agenda with the press’s coverage of Hip-Hop as well. The majority of the 80’s were spent painting black teens as public enemy #1 and  Hip-Hop was the soundtrack of those black teens. Both sides of the political spectrum took their shots at hip-hop. From Dan Qualye to Tipper Gore chances are if a politician uttered the name of a rapper it was to condemn their lyrical content.

    The main thing about those days though was that there was very little self policing. The hip-hop press (admittedly in it’s infancy) did not pass judgement on the contents of an emcee’s lyrics, it was judged by us merely on  its technical merits. Meaning an emcee could rap about murder, misogyny, and mayhem as long as he was “nice”.  Tupac Shakur had us all disrespecting C. Delores Tucker. Ironically many of us only knew her as the dingbat who had it in for Gangsta Rap. And even if we had known who she was in our eyes her movement had failed us. I mean who wouldn’t be bitter knowing that the civil rights era and the black power movements gave way to the Reagan Era. These were desperate times and hip-hop was the hood’s CNN. Where else were you going to hear about police brutality, poverty, and the crack and AIDS epidemics? So those faux American Dreams and Family Values were tossed to the wayside. Because our community knew better than any the hypocrisy of a nation of people who supposedly love freedom, equality and Christ enacting policies to lock us up, keep us down and take away from those that already had the least.

    The only problem with throwing out those values is tossing the good away with the bad. So hip-hop was allowed to become a verbal skid row. I don’t begrudge any emcee their freedom of expression but for every “Ain’t No Fun” we had a “By The Time I Get To Arizona” for every 2 Live Crew there was a Boogie Down Productions. There was an attempt to elevate. But “gangsta rap” and other crime influenced tales became the standard archetype for the most successful rappers. This is where some hip-hop historians differ. Some say the dearth of positivity among today’s mainstream audience is a direct reflection of what the hip-hop audience demanded. Other says that the powers that be have no interest in promoting positive images to blacks. Either way today hip-hop has become monolithic in its disregard for people’s basic moral standards.

    When criticism was lobbed at our favorite emcees however, it most likely came from an outsider. And we very rightly dismissed it. Rappers basically said whatever they wanted especially in a genre that encouraged the artists to give their music directly to the people via mixtapes. What right did some old suburban mother or some politician or some failed civil rights leader have to comment on the state of OUR music? It wasn’t for them it was for us. Treach from Naughty By Nature said it the best “If you ain’t ever been to the Ghetto, don’t ever come to the ghetto, cause you wouldn’t understand the ghetto….”.

    Well it’s been about twenty years since that era and my have things changed. Hip-hop has become a billion dollar industry. In some ways although blacks in America are still not on equal footing, still fighting the good fight progress has been made. You know Black President and everything. And Today a lot of those rebellious teens that made hip-hop what it is today are raising teens of their own. And today when a hip-hop artist is called out for his lyric it’s more likely to be by a fan of hip-hop. Someone who supposedly understands the cultural significance of the music, the movement and the moment.

    This has happened three times just in the past month and a half. Lil Wayne’s comparison of a groupie’s lady parts to the face of Civil Rights Martyr Emmet Till was met with disgust by the bloggerati. Ditto for Rick Ross’s flirtation with date rape on Rocko’s U.O.E.N.O. where he infamously attempts to use molly like its GHB. And the less said about the furor over Beyonce’s Bow Down Bitches (I know the song is called something else but you can google that if you really care).

    When I see someone from within the culture taking that step towards naggy lyric policing it irks me. We are doing to these rappers and their fans what was done to us and that’s so very hypocritical. I’m not discussing the artistic merits of these rappers. But when a radio station says they are not going to play any song by Rick Ross or Lil Wayne I am truly sad for hip-hop. That radio station should comb through their playlists and remove every song from any artist whoever said anything violent, homophobic, or demeaning towards women. It should ban any artist that ever said the “n-word” or had the gall to suggest that getting an education wasn’t the best way to get riches. They should stop playing records from artists who advocate infidelity, dishonesty, crime or drug use. That would hardly be a hip-hop station, hell it wouldn’t be much of a country music station either.

    Hip-hop is largely about identity. Rap fans identify with their favorite artists. So when you criticize said artists some can take it as a slap in the face. Let’s not do to these kids what was done to us. You start attacking their culture (yes it’s their culture too) and they withdraw from you. You have a generation of parents who listen to a lot of the same music as their kids. This might fool some kids into thinking you can understand their struggle. Take advantage of that.

    Lil Wayne’s Emmet Till line sparked a discussion about who Emmett Till was and what he meant. We don’t have to reach that far for a silver lining because I imagine that most of Lil Wayne’s fans had no clue until they read about it from an outraged mommy blogger the next day. Rick Ross’s line sparked a discussion about the creepy rapey practice of drink spiking. So maybe the next girl in VIP thinks twice about putting down her champagne lest there be a molly in it and she don’t even know it. Back when hip-hop was no holds barred, when it was honest, when it was take it or leave it or kiss my ass which ever you prefer we wouldn’t expect any apologies. Which is good because you’re more likely to get Tupac doing a double middle finger salute and spitting at the camera than what you got from Rick Ross the other day. Ross went on the radio and really tried his best to be a class act. Numerous times he referred to the black woman as a beautiful queen and the most precious thing on Earth. He said the molly champagne lyric wasn’t advocating rape. I feel him. The line was creepy. But I knew it didn’t mean he thought rape was cool. But what Ross has to understand is that those condemning him are the lyric police. And they won’t ever hear his apology. And even if they do it won’t convince them.

    Today’s lyric police are confusing to me. I wonder if they’ll start picking out artists back catalogs and chastising them for the lyrics to some of THEIR favorite songs. Yeah but that probably won’t happen. Righteous indignation is usually a short term thing.

  • Pop a Molly—I’m Raping—Wooooo!



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    Anybody who knows me knows that I’m a Rick Ross dick phallus-rider! Mainly ’cause we grew up in the same neighborhood and went to the same high school, (albeit Ross was a lil Bebe Kid when I was roaming the streets of Miami Carol City). He made me proud to be from the 3-0-5!

    But homie! Dawg! What’s this new song you have out talkin’ ’bout slipping a chick a Molly just to hit the skins? I can’t cosign that! I mean, like, I messes with you heavvvvy! I defended your use of the name “Rick Ross” against that dude who helped destroy the black community with his dope-peddling proclivities! I rode (blogged) for you against Feddicent (50) who, up until you stepped on the scene—was notorious for ending rap careers! I didn’t care that you were a Correctional Officer! (Hey! I was a stripper!) I even rode for you against the Black Gangster Disciples (I rock a Star of David too!) and this is how ya gonna do me? (Pause)—rape one of my daughters by slipping a Molly in her dranky-drank?

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    Ross raps, “Put Molly all in her champagne, she ain’t even know it / I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain’t even know it.” SMH (furiously!) Nigga! You could’ve rapped, “Put Molly in MY champagne/she ain’t even know it/ I took her home and enjoyed that, she ain’t even know it!” I hear Molly makes a nigga crazy in the sack. She would’ve thought that your bedroom game was top-notch, never knowing that you need Molly to achieve an erection and have decent staying-power. But no! You gave her a date-rape drug! You’re advocating rape fool!

    Hey Ross! How would you like it if a woman slipped an appetite suppressor in your bucket of chicken? And you didn’t even know it! And she took your bucket of chicken home and enjoyed that!”

    I have grown-ass single daughters in Miami, Atlanta and Denver. I need you to understand that! But not just for my daughters’ sake, but for all (black) women! That s#*t ain’t the business! Do you really think it’s cool to slip a Molly, a ruphie or whatever the new drug of choice is in a chick’s drink just to hit? Are you that desperate? Ross! This is date-rape! This is rape! And rape will get you 10 to 20 in the pokey my dude! Eff’s wrong with you?

    I see now that I have to start calling you by your gov’ment—William Roberts. Why? Because I want you to feel comfortable when the po-po puts your butt in jail for date rape. Won’t be no mo’ Rick Ross/Ricky Rozay! If what you rapped about on this song is true and the woman decides to press charges, you’ve snitched on yourself! They’re gonna use your music against you. And when they do, maybe this will be the time that you come clean to the world and tell us you’ve never sold a brick—never ran with the Boobie Boys—never knew Noriega (“the real Noriega”) and were no hoo-rida. All of your raps—it’s just entertainment—even the Molly ish. That will be your only defense.

    There are all kinds of criminals in the world, but a rapist ranks among the scourge of the penitentiary. Murders don’t like child-molesters and rapists and you, William Roberts, are aligning yourself with a motley crew of miscreants who are the lowest of the low on the pecking order of criminality sexual criminals.

    Its one thing when some fat, broke, no-name ninja stoops to these levels of cunning to get some stank (and still, that is no excuse!), but a multimillionaire? Schemin’ to get some trim! All that moolah and you still have to trick a chick with Molly to get her between the sheets? What gives?

    I mean, even when I was broke–as-a-joke—pushin’ a yellow hand-painted 1968 Dodge Dart with Flintstone brakes—I never had to scheme to get sex!

    We’ve gone from “Pop a Molly, I’m sweatin’” to “Pop a Molly, I’m raping! Woooo!” Is that where we’re at Hip-Hop? Or is this just a case of a rapper who has a fetish for taking sex from chicks who are so drunk, inebriated, and high (because, unbeknowest to them, he slipped them a Molly) that they can hardly remember being ran through by an overweight sweaty man?

    Right about now William — you need to get your P.R. people on this and make some amends to all the women of the world and particularly and specifically, chicks that love hip-hop. You have made it dangerous for a lot of women, because you know ninjas are gonna try to emulate what you rap about. It’s time for you to recognize that Freedom of Speech isn’t necessarily free. You’ve stepped over the line with this song William! What are you prepared to do about it?


    southbeachKhalil Amani writes for DJ Kay Slay’s Originators Magazine & Straight Stuntin Magazine. He is the author of six books, including the ground-breaking book, “Hip-Hop Homophobes…” ( 07). Amani is gay hip-hop’s self-proclaimed straight advocate. Visit The Coonerific One at Follow on Facebook/Twitter @khalilamani. Youtube @ yahweh 12

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