If you grew up as a pilgrim entranced by the gear worn by Run Dmc, Ice-T, Slick Rick, Eric B. & Rakim, NWA, Compton's Most Wanted, Grand Puba, Snoop et al, a tiny part of your soul dies every time you see a black bloke in an item of clothing which is the sole preserve of gormless white 15 year olds circa 6 months ago :
N-Dubz hats ain't trill, potna, and noted seperatist Dr. Khalid Muhammad would not have approved of such saltine inspired sartorial shenanigans :
"I'd rather have some pants made out of the white man's skin.."
Is Barratt's use of pigeons in the foreground a sly Dunk collector dis? A scathing attack on generic ham 'n' eggers who flock to tacky populist trends like pigeons flock to bread crumbs and then foul up the streets? A mere coincidence? We gotta know.
On a race-related topic, we really need to talk about the worrying trend of rappers embracing the most milquetoast of crackafied faggotry : Jay-Z tossing aside Beanie, Freeway and the entire State Property camp to hobnob with Bono, Chris & Gwyneth and work with MGMT; every single rapper gushing over Coldplay; Ca$h Money Records going from the label which put out Mannie Fresh propelled state-of-the-art Southern gang$ta-rap by B.G and Juvenile to a label which puts out embarrassing middlebrow rock records by Kevin Rudolf and Lil' Wayne rock side-projects; any rapper who does a song with a glorified Will Young like Mr Hudson (the term fucking pussy has been thrown around so much that it's lost all power as an insult, but if there's anybody who embodies the term and venom behind it, it would be Mr Hudson)... when does this madness end?
Back when your author's love affair with rap was properly ignited watching Doug & Rick do The Show on Top Of The Pops it felt like the exotic antidote to the cringeworthy togetherness of Feed The World and the depressing spectacle a bunch of earnest, worthy middle aged men with mullets belting out vanilla stadium-rock at Live Aid, which had all but killed off great outlandish UK pop music made by crackers (ABC, Fun Boy Three and Duran Duran never quite recovered from that dad-rock spanner being thrown in the works, did they?). But now, the rap which was once an escape from alabaster MOR, is slowly intergrating with that whitewashed, humdrum world and shit is disgusting, b.
Rappers needs to rediscover that ol' Ice Cube and Lench Mob kill whitey ethos.
Da Lench Mob - Buck Tha Devil