Seams of what seems seem to seam the way a song is sewn in the fabric of our mind. Race fatigue works wonderful in white privilege when the constant haranguing they hear on our oppression really is irrelevant to them. But we brothers and sisters get race fatigue too today when we have to hear extremely musically mortal white rappers seek to make builds on race. The people we need to reach are our youth, drum, drum, clap, clap, snare with bewares, the rhymes will work. We think. And then the hardest for the white folk to reach would be themselves. So why our music? Probably, because millions of white kids are listening to it.
It’s supposed to be counter-cultural but more and more rappers, from the gutter to the glamour, assuage their manners. They finesse their intensity. They massage their message and finagle their niche. So all I hear are rich niggas and killers. So why shouldn’t them white folk start rapping and on the issues. Shit, I’m fatigued in all this oddity….
Chuckie Campbell, a sincere take on race with an overly generic, simplistic rap flow on differences a few notches tougher than a summative after-school special closer. Talib Kweli, a Black man of extreme skill and insight, that white folk seem to really hate. You read his Twitter and it’s clear that Kweli has vibranium amplifying glands that absorb white supremacy’s liberalism bullets and reverse racist missiles into a more powerful Blacktivist. That Kweli lends credibility to Chuckie–I’m giving this white guy a shot to shoot–only enhances his Black Panther suit.
Musically, this track has a frustratingly soft air to it the way RZA’s post Bobby Digital works shifted into. The big high treble drums and thunder smacks are emo-evokers with the arrangements highlighting them and pumping Chuckie’s verse cues of proposed insight. Kweli is as dexterously articulate as ever. And it isn’t revolutionary to me but a liberalism for sincerity searching hipsters. Chuckie’s chorus keeps saying, “a world of white rappers and Black presidents” and he notes gentrification. I don’t see the message he is relaying to me, a Brown Original man in the midst of oppression in this land and across the waters into Boriken where 4645 were returned by such hatred. Are we supposed to see it and ignore? Clearly not but this world with white rappers and Black president–not presidents–is an even worse regression that furthers the racism Black and Brown deal with. To confuse us with our own with limited power and great title and have our forums.
I see Chuckie’s work here bigger than he can tackle. Kweli can’t clear it up on every last song. And I’ve seen a lot of lesser skilled rappers as Chuckie fill their vinyls with the best guest appearances money can buy, connections can fly or privileges can amplify. It’s an above average song. A song on racism few of us dealing with racism can score a fight with but anguish and emote with. I play boleros for that. This Hip Hop has little interest when the most serious issues are balladeered in bars for us. This I say, just another G in the trenches…
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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 (creative author/principled journalist/honoring historian) 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…
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