Fun in the World of Hip Hop

I swear fo’ gawd I love the “Stanky Legg.”  I know that such records are not given much credibility within the world of those who call themselves true hip hop heads, but we should see these joints for what they are: fun!  The beat is simple.    The dance is simple, and this is all by design.  We may never hear of the GS Boyz again, and I could care less because they have brought me a level of joy that listening to Immortal Technique just doesn’t accomplish.

 The same is true for this New Boyz joint “You’re a Jerk.”  When you get the behind the scenes information about how they created this joint (and it is a club BANGA), the innovation alone should earn your respect.  Not only that, but these songs are innocuous.  We won’t have any inter-coast beefs that will lead to death about who can jerk the best.  I’ve heard people categorize this type of hip hop as coonin’.  I would ask them to define “coonin’.”

The same is true for the work of Soulja Boy Tell’em, who, in my mind, is at the vanguard of internet marketing.  This brotha reprogrammed music sites to play his joint whenever someone clicked to hear the song they really wanted to hear lol!  And no matter how much you may try to deny it, I’m willing to bet that all of you have tried–at least once–to do these dances in public or in private.

Are you trying to tell me that the artists who made songs about the “charleston,” the “mashed potato,” and the “twist” were any less serious about their art form than their soulful and rock-n-roll peers?  I think not buddy.  Let’s give these young people a little credit–not because they are getting money but because they have their fingers on the pulse of this generation–even if we don’t like it. Every generation thinks that their stuff is the best, and every generation adds to a people’s musical art form in one way or another.  Let’s not disown our children people.

That said, that new joint about swayin’ and surfin’ is wack, and the “Ricky Bobby” is precisely what’s wrong with Black culture (yeah I said it)!

15 thoughts on “Fun in the World of Hip Hop

  1. I wanna make sure you got my post b/c I’m not sure if you did.

    I checked out your blog so I’d really like your opinion.

    Why has the black hip-hop community sold out to this eminem bitch for so long to give him credibility in the game?

    And now since the little bitch got punked by that homo Borat is the black hip-hop community gonna give up the charade with this little punk.

    Read my 2 posts on this bitch and, “Tell me I’m……”

  2. I have NEVER done the “crank dat soulja boy” dance and whenever it came on I would walk off the dance floor and mentally chastise every girl who danced along with it. “Superman dat hoe”, oh hell naw! Now the Stanky Legg and The Jerk are just dancing songs similar to the Tootsie Roll for my generation and I’m okay with them. The songs do get annoying because they’re extremely overplayed and people wanna “battle” over who can do it better [go to search jerklanders]. My issue with this new generation of music goes beyond the “bubble gum rap”, but that’s a comment for another discussion.

    • Well, let’s have the discussion. What is your issue with this generation’s music?

      (and you KNOW you’ve tried that crank dat dance on your own buddy)

  3. when I said I’ve NEVER done that dance, I was serious. Not in public, not in private. I would change the channel if it came on tv, I would change the station if it came on the radio. No frontin’, I have NEVER done that dance.

    Lately, songs have been so sexually grimey and young people listen to the songs, then parents, teachers and adults wonder why kids are raising kids. I went to function not too long ago and this Trina song came on, girls came running from everywhere singing along and gettin hyped.

    The first lines of the song: “I got an ass so big like the sun/Hope you got a mile for a dick I wanna run/Slap it in my face shove it down my throat . . .”

    I looked around and said “Damn. We see who the hoes are. No respect for yourself in a public place.” And maybe it’s just because I’m older now. But I recall not singing degrading songs in public even if I did like the song.

    • While I completely agree about the hypersexual nature of music, I don’t think it is a recent phenomenon. Porn, and various version of it, has been around since the invention of sex.

      So tell me, you never got your groove on to “It Ain’t No Fun”?

  4. It’s not a recent phenomenon, it’s just that it’s not being implied anymore or at least romanticized. It’s just directly there and to me that defeats the purpose. What song do you use to get a mood going with a female?

    Sure I danced to it, but I didn’t sing it aloud at a party. That’s asking for negative attention. Big arrow pointing at a female saying “I’m down to be fucked anyway you want it.” Those songs are meant to be danced to but when you know ALL the words, that means that song has a place in your heart and has been inserted into your life’s soundtrack. Tsk tsk.

    • I won’t disagree at all that we have skipped sexual implications in order to be more direct–“Put it in My Mouth.” Wow! Okay, if you force me! jk (but not really)

      I wouldn’t use music, but I think “Beneath the Underdog” on the Mo Better Blues songtrack is sexy–so are a number of joints from John Coltrane. R&B has its place though. Adina Howard has her place, and sometimes her place to get her music played in my place. lol

      Still, we vote for what we want to hear by dancing to certain songs and buying that music. We are telling the artists, “We want more of this,” and it is easy to learn the words of a song that is played often. That doesn’t mean that you like the song, but we always have the choice of not supporting establishments that play the music we don’t like, but do we do that? Nope. We dance to the music, claim we don’t like the lyrics (or that the artists is not talking about us), and we affect outrage.

      The truth is, we love that sort of music! We don’t mind the images the lyrics conjure, and our complaints will never go further than our mouths.

      Would I want a daughter of mine dancing to and supporting music like that? Hell no! We have to do more than just keep our babies off the pole and out of the clear heels. We need to keep them from supporting “Put it in My Mouth.” Put it in your mouth in your own privacy, or be deemed a slut. Even The Spook called you “hoes” for dancing and enjoying such songs ladies. Pay attention.

  5. I have to admit that I have gotten swept into the craze of catchy song a-time-or-two. Outside of the party/dance/club I might think a soulja boy-esque song is ridiculous and offering nothing mentally but once I’m on the dance floor and tho song comes on I’m right there with the crowd supermanin’ that oohhh! It’s all in fun. I don’t like that a lot of music today does have degrading lyrics especially towards women, but it’s been that way for a while now. I’m not excusing it but you know each and everyone of us here agreed it just wasn’t that fun if the homies couldn’t have none. Male or female, that was our jam! I won’t blame these kids today for something our generation started and perpetuated.

    Now as for that Trina song mentioned above….are you serious?!?! Okay, any girls dancing to that really must not have any respect for themselves. That’s over the top.

    • I agree. This type of music has been around for quite awhile, and, like you said, it’s a bit disgusting. It might be a good idea for us all to pay attention to what’s being fed to us through the mystical haze of a dope baseline and catchy hook.

  6. have you seen the newest installment of “fun” hip hop? gs boyz – booty dew and the whole jerking craze?

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