Hip-Hop set out in the park... I must admit, I was a B-Boy. It must have been my older brother that influenced me. I was the only one in elementary school rocking Puma sweat suits and shell-head Adidas. Welcome to my '80's.
Hip-Hop was fresh, Funky Fresh. I remember my cousin came over our house with the new Fat Boys tape. I could not believe this dude (Buff Love) was beat-boxing the National Anthem. Say Whaaaaaaat? My brother and I had to have a copy. This was way before dual tape decks, so we had to hold 2 boom-boxes about a foot away from each other, hit record and be quiet. Not me. I could not stop laughing. I don't even know what I was laughing at, but we had the Fat Boys dubbed, so now.
Hip-Hop was fun. It gave us a voice. So many youngings weren't around to witness the birth of the sub-culture they embrace.
Back then it was about rocking a party. Doing hand spins. Graffiti in your note book. Trying to scratch your parents records. Nobody was "gangsta." Back then you had to be nice to get put on. Oh yeah, you had to dance a little. Big Daddy Kane danced and had 2 back-up dancers, Scoop & Scrap Lover. My brother and I used to record Yo! MTV Raps and practice dance moves. We stole a lot of moves from Kid & Play.
I can't really speak of the the west coast Hip-Hop scene, but it seems like it was Cool G Raps was that guy that started telling them street tales. Now everybody and their mother is hood and over flowing with swag. Everybody can rap now. Everybody has guns. Art always imitated life, now life is imitating art. It's like folks are letting entertainers build the blueprint for their lives.
Let's bring real Hip-Hop back. Our nation is in a recession and there's so-called MC's spitting of blowing 100g's like folks ain't out here starving. Bragging and boasting? It's like they shitting on their fans. "Buy my shit so I can get another chain and rap about it my nigg."
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