“Eminem nice but Eminem white, nigga it’s my time”
“It’s My Time” – Sean Price [Remembered In Perfection]
“The dominant magnetic will always attract
The un-alike causing him to strive to be [the A-alike Original]
Now Eminem, for example, just another sample”
Masta Killa – “Masta Killa” (2004)
eminem, easily, is the most overrated artist in Hip Hop history deserves his deal but not the GOAT candidate status he often gets. He ought to receive respect of acknowledgement for technical skill, through much practice but also chastised heavily for terribly corny and lazy content along with biting much of his charisma, persona and emphasized styles and techniques from others (i.e. Masta Ace, Thirstin Howl the 3rd, Pharoahe, etc.) that turns his sound into a drugged out rhyming auctioneer.
eminem’s reality continues with this over-hype of this BET cypher performance just as his ushering of the #DarkAges (2000’s) as its empereror, the acceptable shade (that is, lack thereof) that may bring just enough skills and talent to be the GOAT once the eventual sales targets are hit. And in the dark are those who think that PUN [Remembered In Perfection], Yasiin Bey or Lauryn Hill weren’t the near immediate Hall of Fame stars of the late 90’s. Or that the unsigned hype of those times as Thirstin Howl, J-Live, Immortal Technique weren’t the artists of a richer history and charisma, conceptual songwriting craft and deeper, necessary content, respectively.
The media, the trenches I constantly went awol from, developed their #RespectFAKE creed, explained “relevance” to us as they wrote on what was paid for. And as we got the 10 hot summers Jigga purchased, he became the icon, em became the GOAT and our southern coons filled the rest of the pop slots.
In the BET cypher, his delivery and presentation were so awkwardly off it became engaging in unpredictability as he didn’t go in and out of the pocket; rather, he fell in and out sloppily. All the more glaring because the unpredictability is to show an anger directed militantly as opposed to just suburban white angst, now an awkwardness for the millennium. But also embarrasing to see all those brothers behind him that, for the most part, haven’t, and may not, kill anything on wax but niggas like me.
It all seems applaudable that eminem demanded that his fans make a stand that if they support Trump then they can go fuck themselves. Now, do the knowledge again. If Rakim, Nas, Ras Kass or Ghostface Killah (even white MCs from El-P to Brother Ali to Zagnif Nori the following would apply) would pause, stop, seriously engage his audience worldwide to demand they not support Trump, it would be the most gratuitous demand ever. Like fucking totally, but if it’s like, eminem, ugghhh, well his subject is soooo white. In every cliche possible, an urban trailer trash hick angst, that builds depth the more morals it loses with momma’s murdered, awards honor with every tickly popper persona that gets tackled and gains music mass with every roid, snuff and pilly illied in verse. So even if never intended, eminem drew up the soldiers of fans that salute to his war corn world. His fan base is the ultimate crossover of this counter-cultural artform–that is what Hip Hop is if it is its most supreme. And crackers, hicks and hillbillys that all praise due to the orange saltine listen to em. So, how do I salute a stance against minions one has made millions when it minimally mattered to eminem much of his 200 months and more manipulating mainstream?
Listen, revolution rhymes with more cognizants and illables than rebarred rebellion. It means when a Black fist goes up the whole world is wrong and must be righted. It is about everything Kaep kneeled for but the truth is that everything confused with it are its symptoms. So my revolution won’t even respect, with even a knee, any trooper, copper or any flag that enforces, enables and symbolizes it all. We can’t offend troops yet they are the ones that fulfill the fury, willfully or ignorantly. We can’t hate cops but their entire existence was established to securely contain and pigly project our struggle from projects to tenements to mental complexes. You can’t separate the milk you drink from the cow that bred you. Much of this activism are really the reactions of shame refusing to see that this country really was the terrible idea it was conceived to be. An America that really is dismissed as a cornerstone of the world of capitalism, seeking to unite all that work under one banner. But the capital has always been the mind of the Black, incompletely mistaught as the mere brawn of our backs and so the root has always been the ism that runs the identity, race. The orange saltine serves a unique peak of hell but his plastic packaging and genetically modified box he springs from comes from the all USA factory. It is Trump that is the real American and we who are the fools of a programmed propaganda that is often just noticed as necessarily natural marketed idealism.
Now then, when eminem rallies the crackers in his row and hicks them in tow, just nod your head quietly. He doing what he finally ought to with his power. Proper. Born Universal Truth…we Sun of Man knows who our sonnes are shining…
“Crown me the same way as you do any king/I rather kneel for something than just stand for anything”
– Mysonne, BET Cypher 2017
#LOVEandLOYALTY A #LoLife
The organization of these principles around a counterculture, an expressive arts of creation that uplifts the ideas and thoughts of an oppressed people, is why I’m an honored builder amongst legends, knighted by heroes of Medina (Rakim Supreme Shabazz Allah/Rudy Lo, Thirstin Howl the 3rd, Bonz Malone) to further create in my element as a Hip Hop Writer of #ArtOnArt & #ScienceOnMusic. So the world may find love that locks in with the action of loyalty though they may never find another writer with my kind of grammar…
Representing the pillars of:
Peace, Sunez Allah