Vomit God #25: Don't Listen to Rap

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Inside every red blooded American, there is a desire to have a family, and to have barbeques with them. Apparently, there is also a desire to perform "drive bys", fuck "bitches and hos", all while drinking 40 ouncers.

To the normal, average mind, the desire to do this would seem neolithic, and barbaric, but to 80 percent (or more) of the music buying public, this would be the ideal life: To "cap" your enimies where they stand, to idolize women, in all, not to use your mind and be rewarded with millions of dollars for it.

Rap is the apex of the music industry's quest to do things cheaper, faster, and less costly, all while making the same amount of bank. The very idea of "sampling" is orgasmic for record labels, because it means that if one rapper has a limitless supply of hits to steal from, then that equals even more hits. The liner notes of a rap album read like the source page for a high school essay, with many a familiar song being sampled. But who cares when your audience can only read one word:Fubu.

The gratuitous violence and sexuality in rap are something to be marveled at. Women seem to accept the fact that they are being labeled at mere fuck tokens, and the men are proud that they are violent cavemen with a kindergarten diploma. I have come to one conclusion about this: the "hip-hop" culture is nothing more than a front to disguise lack of intelligence, and deep emotional problems. These people are lazy, and they have nothing better to do than have kids at age 18 while stabbing and shooting each other. Like their heroes in their songs, they are content to wallow in their "hood" and not make anything of themselves. Music that is played on record players and scratched is perfect for these people.

People who listen to rap are dangerous in another aspect as well, too: They can't control their libidos. Everywhere I look I see a homie in baggy pants and a backwards baseball cap, with this subservient, bitchy token girlfriend with a baby. No doubt Daddy has a "player" lurking inside of him, ready to go out with his friends and say "Damn, girl, back that fine ass up."

The hip hop culture is a very bleak one, with murder, rape, and other terrible things revolving around it's nucleus. I have a simple solution to this problem" Rock 'n' Roll.
The joy of Rock'n'Roll is that you don't have to be a genius to play it. It transcends race boundaries, and normal kids can pick up a guitar without fear of backlash. (Except from all those wanna be Eddie Van Halens out there.) Aggression is let out in wild hootenannies and love-in's. It's the perfect music.

Anyway, my conclusion to this article is: if you listen to rap, then you should die. Violence, wild libidoes, plagarism, and lack of talent are traits which could stand to be weeded out in our society. Bad poetry set to the beat of other people's records is no way to go. Just ask Tupac. Later homies.