From FrontPage magazine. The New Shakespeare, by Colin Flaherty.
An excerpt with some links:
To hear the New York Times tell it, Chief Keef is the new Shakespeare, Dickens or Dylan. Or all three combined.
All wrapped up in a teenage hip hop performer whose work The Times calls “the defining document of the current Chicago sound.”
A few more quotes from the Times’ recent coronation. (And by all means, read the whole review.)
“Chief Keef serves as a reminder of what’s been whitewashed out of the hip-hop mainstream: a sense of the struggle bedeviling the communities that produce much of the music.”
“It’s a surprise that Chief Keef is beginning to gain traction because there’s strikingly little room for what he does in the hip-hop mainstream, which is preoccupied with success and, probably even more impossible for him, melody.”
Whitewashed? That is what critics call it when black rappers stop acting black and start acting white. I would pay to hear The Times tell us what that means.
Someday pop historians — like my friend Duck, the music critic — will be examining this moment as a seminal time in the birth of something very important, says The Times. Maybe by then The Times will reveal its policy of how it expects black people to act.
Note to The Times: If you are having trouble with that, just Google the term “minstrel show.” That ought to do it.
You are welcome.
Finish reading at FrontPage: The New Shakespeare.
Here are the words so you can sing along:
I DON’T LIKE — DEDICATED TO THE DUCK.
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like, nah
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like, nah
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like, nah
Sneak dissers that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like, nah
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like, nah
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
A popped bitch, that’s that shit I don’t like
I got a bad bitch, yeah that bitch right
We smoke dope all day, all night
You smoke Reggie, that’s that shit I don’t like
We got a fucking Audi, that bitch all white
Pull up on your bitch, bet she gonna like
Sosa bitch, yeah, I done gon’ hype
Pistol toting and I’m shooting on sight
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Your bitch want do the team bet she won’t fight
Bitch, we GBE — fuck who don’t like
And we ain’t gon’ fight, our guns gon’ fight
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Fake Trues that’s that shit I don’t like
Fake shoes, that’s that shit I don’t like
Fake niggas, that’s that shit I don’t like
Stalking ass bitch, shit I don’t like
I done got indicted selling all white
But I won’t never snitch none in my life
I keep this shit 3hunna bitch, I’m going right
With my niggas when it’s time to start taking lifes
Playing both sides, shit that I don’t like
Wartime spark broad day, all night
Playing both sides, shit that I don’t like
Wartime spark broad day, all night
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lil Reese]
I’m killing these niggas, shit that they don’t like
Broski got the 30, he ain’t tryina fight
Got your bitch out here in it all night
Fredo in the cut, that’s a scary sight
You not with the six you can die tonight
I only want the top, I ain’t tryna pipe
Them younguns with the shits they be toting pipe
Floating off at flat, I might take flight
3hunna bitch we hot, we done took flight
Taking shit down, we ain’t like the price
Thirsty ass bitches shit that we don’t like
OTFGBE yo bitch like
xxx
more from Chief Keef:
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Fraud niggas, y’all niggas, that’s that shit I don’t like
Your shit make believe, rapping ’bout my own life
Real names kill things, that’s that shit I won’t write
Cause my niggas still selling dope like they ain’t on their third strikes
Camping out in that corridor, fuck you waiting on Jordans for?
I middle-man it for 23, just meet me somewhere around Baltimore
(Woo!) That’s rare nigga, (Woo!) Ric Flair nigga
(Woo!) The power’s in my hair nigga, (Woo!) I give this beat the chair nigga
SoHo or Tribeca, three hoes: trifecta
Dope money, hope money, Hublot, my watch better
My pen’s better, you don’t write, trendsetter, you clone-like
Pay homage or K’s vomit – ungrateful niggas, I don’t like
[Hook: Chief Keef]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
(This Chicago, nigga!)
They smile in my face is what I don’t like
They steal your whole sound, that’s a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike
A girl’ll run her mouth only out of spite
But I never hit a woman never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer
In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eating good, vegetarian with the brown rice
Girls kissing girls, cause it’s hot, right?
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
They ain’t about that life, they ain’t about that life
We hanging out that window it’s about to be a Suge night
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L-E-P, Jay Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? right?!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
(Young Chop on the beat)
Fake Gucci, that’s that shit I don’t like
Smoking on this dope, higher than a kite
This bitch gon’ love me now, she gon’ let me pipe
Screaming Sosa, that’s that nigga that I like
I don’t want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s the shit that I don’t like
I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life
And I stunt so much in clothes, cause I’m living life
I come up on the scene, and I’m stealing light
Bitch I’m high off life, got me feeling right
Bitch I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like
And bitch we GBE, we just go on sight
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Big Sean]
We are not one and the same, nigga I’m fucking insane, fuck is you saying?
Yo ass been doing the same, shit, not doing what you saying
Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fucking a lame, turn one ho to a train
Blaow, blang, my niggas holding that pain, I just hope you been praying
Bang bang, riding for my niggas and that’s for life
High class, I’m just surrounded by these lowlifes
And I run this bitch like it’s no lights, going hard the whole night
Cause I ain’t going back to my old life, I promise
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Jadakiss]
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running outta work, that’s that shit I don’t like
She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
She blowing up my phone, that’s that bitch I don’t like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on ‘em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, ‘nother 30 for the Jesus
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas
[Hook]
And did you happen to see how many times people watched this video: 26 million.
OK YOU HARD CORES: BONUS TRACK: LIL MOUSE:
With “lyrics” like these it is truly amazing that the “N word” is considered a bad or condescending hurtful word. BS! It is nothing more than as attempt to control, to silence, when blacks stop using it, I,’ll consider it.
It has become increasingly clear where the heart of racism stands, in the black community. Please don’t try to bring up farce that the black community is owed something because they are not. Segregation ended a long time ago and where is the black community now as compared to then? They are deeper into the plantation ideology then ever before. Twisting Christianity into a part of Black liberation theology and holding groups like the new black panther party and people like Sharpton, Jackson and farrakhan close to the fold……..God forgive them all.
Word.
well observed.