...I posted this in the Open Forum.
NO MORE RAPPERS
By Karlie Hustle
I’ve already received quite an inbox response to my new "status update" that reads "Karlie Hustle is not adding anymore rappers to her friends list". I’ve made the paramount decision to stop adding rappers on MySpace. I’ve disabled the feature so they can’t even try to add me anymore.
Truth be told, I’ll have 20 friend requests on MySpace and 19 of them are rappers. 18 of the 19 should quit immediately. They are a horrible joke and are wasting their lives clogging the channels of creativity for the few talented cats out there. They’ll wake up one day when they’re 34 and realize the 455 copies of their mixtapes that they sold during the entire duration of their careers really haven’t paid the bills. Hopefully, they’ll put down the blunt at that time, get a few of their neck tattoos removed, and go looking for a real job at the local gas station (which is probably all they’ll be qualified for, sadly).
I hope at least a few of the men in our generation are studying to become doctors or lawyers or teachers. No, you guys probably won’t get all the skanks and STDs that the rappers have, but at least you can’t age out of teaching. That’s something you can do forever. Unfortunately, rapping isn’t.
Being a rapper USED to be cool. I’ve spent many years running assist to careers and helping folks along with advice and whatever looks I have been able to provide. Some were grateful, others publicly humiliated me or called me out of my name when they didn’t get what they wanted. I still and always will have a place in my heart for the true artists. I will continue to help those I believe have not only the talent, but also the drive, brains and the tact that it takes to exist in an industry like this.
I remember the days when Hip-Hop had real stars. If you saw Biggie or Pac in the mall, you’d go apeshit. It was something you’d dream of. Now, we have people like Dolla and 2 Pistols with hit records (no diss, I’m just being honest) that could walk through AZ Mills and go unrecognized. They are ringtone rappers. The profession of rapping itself is becoming a joke. People throw up a MySpace page and call themselves a musician. It takes a lot more than a keyboard and a computer to qualify you as an MC. Have some respect for the craft, for Christ’s sake.
Diversify, my peoples. We can’t all spit hot fire like Dylan for a living.
NO MORE RAPPERS
By Karlie Hustle
I’ve already received quite an inbox response to my new "status update" that reads "Karlie Hustle is not adding anymore rappers to her friends list". I’ve made the paramount decision to stop adding rappers on MySpace. I’ve disabled the feature so they can’t even try to add me anymore.
Truth be told, I’ll have 20 friend requests on MySpace and 19 of them are rappers. 18 of the 19 should quit immediately. They are a horrible joke and are wasting their lives clogging the channels of creativity for the few talented cats out there. They’ll wake up one day when they’re 34 and realize the 455 copies of their mixtapes that they sold during the entire duration of their careers really haven’t paid the bills. Hopefully, they’ll put down the blunt at that time, get a few of their neck tattoos removed, and go looking for a real job at the local gas station (which is probably all they’ll be qualified for, sadly).
I hope at least a few of the men in our generation are studying to become doctors or lawyers or teachers. No, you guys probably won’t get all the skanks and STDs that the rappers have, but at least you can’t age out of teaching. That’s something you can do forever. Unfortunately, rapping isn’t.
Being a rapper USED to be cool. I’ve spent many years running assist to careers and helping folks along with advice and whatever looks I have been able to provide. Some were grateful, others publicly humiliated me or called me out of my name when they didn’t get what they wanted. I still and always will have a place in my heart for the true artists. I will continue to help those I believe have not only the talent, but also the drive, brains and the tact that it takes to exist in an industry like this.
I remember the days when Hip-Hop had real stars. If you saw Biggie or Pac in the mall, you’d go apeshit. It was something you’d dream of. Now, we have people like Dolla and 2 Pistols with hit records (no diss, I’m just being honest) that could walk through AZ Mills and go unrecognized. They are ringtone rappers. The profession of rapping itself is becoming a joke. People throw up a MySpace page and call themselves a musician. It takes a lot more than a keyboard and a computer to qualify you as an MC. Have some respect for the craft, for Christ’s sake.
Diversify, my peoples. We can’t all spit hot fire like Dylan for a living.
