According to the internet, hyphy is dead. If there were streets near me, I would've heard earlier, but I get my news from the net. I went to a Nickatina/Too $hort concert last month, and hyphy didn't feel dead then. I guess Oregon is always a few years behind, because all of the kids at the show didn't know it was dead either. Take a second, and, think about how hyphy's death will affect you: no more ghost riding, no more going dumb, getting stupid, riding the yellow bus, and no more throwing up the T for Mac mother fucking Dre.
Worst of all, think about the state of mainstream hiphop. It stinks, I challenge you to watch an entire episode of 106 and park, in fact, I double dog dare you. Science has proven that if you do that shit for two or more days, you will do more damage to your brain more than a lifetime of ectascy use. It's a sad state of affairs when the parodys are better than the real songs (see The Boondocks: booty butt cheeks, f grandad, stomp em in da nuts, and, homies ova hoes). What's worse is the format that all of the so-called hiphop outlets have adopted. No one wants to listen to the r&b flavor of the month, and playing songs just because they have a retarded dance that goes with them isnt ok. No I won't walk it out, two step, get jiggy with it, or superman dat hoe.
If you, like me, lack nearby streets to consult, and don't believe how serious this problem is, do a google search for hyphy radio. Nothing that plays music will come up. If you ask me, something needs to be done. I plead with you internets, someone show me an outlet for my hyphy cravings. Better yet, comcast gimmie some god damn upstream and I'll start up my own station, HardCorvallis Hyphy.
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