Fuck hip-hop. What should have been a worthy addition the the cannon of Black American music has turned into the the most worthless cock-suck of US capitalism. Ayn Rand would have hated the music (since she had the aesthetics of an lower-rung Nazi bureaucrat) but would have loved the message of corporate, arse-kissing, money-rooting rap stars that infest what hip-hop is today and would have tongue-loved hip-hop's gold and jewel encrusted knob to ejaculation just to get it's greasy slime on her puckered face before turning to the cameras to tell a brain-dead, absorbent world how wonderful it is that morons can free-form rotten blank verse celebrating the "virtures" of money, drugs, money, ridiculous consumer items, money and their own shattered, scattered, hand-jobbed egos over the vilest, least imaginative, derivative beats known to humanity. Hip-hop has evolved like a mutant Dalek into the cancer of modern music, from a lean, keen, killing machine to some kind of "and the winner is" furniture muzak. Fuck it. Hard. Up the arse. With a great fucking bowie knife. Then snap it off at the handle and leave it to fester up the gaping clacker of "da game". Fuck hip-hop.
Public Enemy, Cannibal Ox, some Digable Planets and that's about it. The rest can get raped.
