Shut Up With All That South Hate

 

The South is still running this Rap shit. Yeah dammit. I said it.

While every kid in New York who can rhyme a few words (and quite a few who cant) have spent the past four or five years boasting that they will “bring NY back”. Rappers in every other region have been busy grippin’ up and running, throwing napkins, skipping their bipolar meds, getting banned from countries or dipping their clothing into fruity pebbles and getting lazy. We may talk slow, but the South is far from lazy which is why we are currently running the rap game and nursing Hip Hop back to health one sizzurp sip at a time.

Politics & Community: Yes, Wu Tang is for the kids. Well guess what? Trick luvs da kids too and shows it by hosting annual back to school jams and school supply giveaways, Halloween jams, Christmas giveaways – none of which include the distributin of illegal substances. He knows the children are our future. Yeah, Kanye went on National TV and said “George Bush doesn’t care about Black people” but David Banner stays organizing concerts and fundraisers to rebuild the communities devastated by Katrina and had the time to call out Al Sharpton and co. Chamillionaire too flexed his anti-establishment muscle and released not one, but two songs and videos effectively ripping the establishment a new one. Finally with the formation of the “Make It Rain Scholarship Fund”, Southern rappers have personally given many a hard working girl a chance for higher education.

Artistry: From Goodie Mob, Outkast and the rest of the Dungeon Family to Nappy Roots, Arrested Development and Timbaland, the South is full of artists that push musical boundaries. While the merit of this push is arguably a matter taste, the southern rap sounds cape is more musically diverse than another region. And fashion wise—you know Lonnie stole the crochet idea from Andrea.

Entrepreneurial Spirit: While rappers from other regions spent their days and nights stalking producers and carrying wed to get put on, southern cats did it themselves, selling hundreds of thousands of records from the trunks of their cars and through old fashioned mom & pop spots before the mainstream recording industry even noticed.  Master P and Cash Money were able to use their significant indie sales to negotiate ground breaking deals that not only made them multimillionaires, but allowed them to retain nearly complete control over their music, including masters and creative direction.  Just to put it in perspective: it took Jay damn near a decade and a career change to get his back.

Pimp C:  The C in Pimp C stands for Chuck Norris is afraid of me. Jesus wants Pimp C to be his homeboy. Vishnu wears a WWCD iced out grill. Mike Vick didn’t kill nann dog, Pimp C drove through Virginia to decide whether or not, it was in fact good enough to be the South and the sheer goddamnitude of his presence was too much for the dogs. Their souls, recognizing the divinity of Pimp C, spontaneously erupted from their bodies and went to Dog Heaven.

So stop hating the South. Pimp C doesn’t like that. And look at Trick’s face. Neither does he.