KIDDIE RESPONDING TO BIZ ON MATTERS HIP-HOP RELATED


First post - yeah boy.

In response to an email from a very cool, languid character known as the Biz (which it must be said is awesome and may warrant capturing in a blog):


basically i don’t fuck with communicating with you people about hiphop related matters cuz there is only one person on this email who declared that one day he was gonna own this city and it sure as hell isn’t any of you.  some of y’all get all touchy about hiphop shit, some of you had careers in hiphop, and some of you even accused others of purposefully holding out on others (of you) in relation to the doctrine of hiphop to retard personal development, and while that’s all very clever and presumably interesting, being as hiphop as i am i actually don’t give a fuck. 
  
having said that, if the own the city guy did one day go on to own the city he would probably dance a little bit like drake does in his new clip ‘started from the bottom’.  which incidentally, is the way the own the city guy felt when he talked about doing that. 
  
i want you to observe the steps, and know something. 
  
bitches. 
  
ps. if your name is james on this email you an extra bitch. 
    
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RubBzkZzpUA 

my mate the Kid said this:

The track is something. The clip is something else. But the email is something else again. It could be one of the most fascinating missives I have ever received. Now that I am a failed banker, failed entrepreneur, failed henchman and failed publisher, I got time, I'm going to turn my hand to failed faux-academic and write a PhD on this. Incredibly incendiary, angry and needlessly provocative, frothing with the angst of perceiving yourself as misunderstood, the unnamed known characters, this is derogatory and dismissive by establishing a created and homogenous plural 'other' - honestly 'you people' can't be merely spoken it must be spat - yet inclusive in a your-last-chance-learn-someink-right-here way and offering the hope of redemption but the knowledge is ultimately elusive as demonstrated through the seemingly truncated sentence 'I want you to observe the steps and know something'. It is short a final clause that would otherwise convey that which we are supposed to know. What is it that we are supposed to know? Everything? The steps? Does its ambiguity an exasperation, implying the audience know nothing at all, so know something (anything!). A declaration so passionate this email channels the aggrieved boy who was burning with a rage at not owning this city. TIA? No, TIHH - This Is Hip Hop. In that way as a performance I would cast you as Daniel Day Lewis, the great modern day method actor, deep in the role, still, though the voice is largely characterised by the grammar of ebonics - the method - there are passages more reminiscent of your normal metre as if there is a battle going on. What does it mean? Is it style not substance and therefore all this content analysis is entirely the wrong framework? The psychology of this has left me enrapture, nose-diving down my own filthy rabbit hole of over-analysis and paranoia and whole fractals full of Death-Of-The-Author interpretations that slide wonderfully about as if tossed like a scared sailor on the heaving deck of a ship caught in a Southern Ocean storm. Where am I?

5 out of 5 cornrows

Awesome. Just awesome.