I haven't written a short piece in a while. When I don't write for long periods of time I tend to get very wordy. I need some help toning this down. I have been out of college for a while now and am writing this purely for fun and to hone my literary skills. Any tips would be much appreciated:
21st century Hip Hop has, to the detriment of its roots, distanced itself from light-hearted frivolity. It leaves much to be desired by way of substance, and little to be desired by way of promiscuity. From Chris Brown’s hoes not being loyal to T.I. not wanting a mediocre *****, all women are either apple-nibbling Eves or mongrels. Women are defined by their curves and penalized for their wits. Controversy surrounding subliminal misogyny has been supplanted by full blown condescension for females making it highly improbable to discuss the topic of Hip Hop without alluding to the licentious phenomenon. Will Hip Hop continue to saunter along the off-beaten path of demoralization or will there be a resurgence of ponderous lyricism catalyzed by disgust for the lecherous fad?
Breaths of fresh air have filtered into the stagnating atmosphere from time to time, most notably in Kendrick Lamar’s Good Kid m.A.A.d. City and Cunninlynguists’s Oneirology. The freestyle skits at the B.E.T. awards have also showcased unabashed lyricism such as in 2 Chainz’s verse ‘ I put the glock to your eye, leave you with glaucoma’. When artists are confronted with each other during a rap battle their reputation is on the line and they are less prone to pull the rehashed ‘women-are-lessers’ tool out of the lyrical bag. This logically implies that collaborations would be of higher quality as artists vie for lyrical supremacy, yet only folderol has been the outcome. In fact, when in ‘synergy’, artists take misogyny to new climes and intersperse it with choruses that are diminutively repetitive such as in Rich Gang’s ‘Tapout’. Sex has always sold, but its integration with the Hip Hop scene is unprecedented.
With the advent of broken record playing choruses and lackluster beats comes a millennial generation of female teens grinding against men whose names they don’t know and whose intentions are all but subtle. The word ‘ratchet’ has made its way into the trusty Webster dictionary and dance moves like twerking are considered hip as opposed to visually slanderous.