Gets this WTF of this week.
Seriously? There are so many other genres out there, and you had to chose the most generic, overplayed, over saturated one with a common thesis that boils down to fuck bitches make money. Sure, I'm all about plowin some fine ass, and getting paid to do it, but it feels like anyone who needs some ex crackhead, or dude who was born with money to metaphorically (er, poorly metaphorically) tell them to do this, probably have some serious self confidence issues. It's not surprising that these are the same people who all dress the same, speak the same, and generally act the same, all in order to fit in. This is the reason why Jersey fucking Shore is so popular. Hey bitch, you have daddy issues, and i bet if i tease you enough, yet give you affection when you desperately need it, yet teach you something in the process, you'll probably sleep with me. But wait, isn't that incest?
Dude, did you hear the new Weezy song? It was fucking ill son!
Ya son, it will ill, and i wanted to put myself down after hearing it. Boop Boop Bee Beep Boo Boo Boo, snare build up, "heh, heh, heh, I make money, just like a sultan, if you ain't me, get with the program." = dick sucked, millions made.
Now all hip hop isn't bad:
Tribe Called Quest
most members of the Wu Tang Clan
De La Soul
Eric B and Rakim
Jedi Mind Tricks
People Under the Stairs
Now these are all awesome hip hop artists that care just as much about the art and the message as the money that piggybacks with it.