Thuck Yo Momma!!!

Rap is as good as dead. Time of death you ask: 2:14 pm November 14, 2007, Wednesday afternoon. Have you ever heard Pablo Francisco’s stand up where he makes fun of Grammy winners for their rap songs with titles such as “Suck yo momma”?
Well today as a friend and I were perusing the Best Buy in Lakewood for CD’s, we were unfortunate enough to hear Black Eyed Peas alumnus Will I Am’s new single. The chorus includes Will I Am asking a woman “Where did you get that body girl?” and the girl innocently replies (and I quote) “I got it from my momma”. At that moment my friend and I looked at each other, him filled with equal disgust, and we both grimaced at the lousy attempt at lyrical poetry on Will I Am’s part. When the song mercifully ended, the radio DJ (who had a Spanish accent which made the following events even better) announced the name of the song. It was called “I got this fro my momma” and at that moment (and excuse my imminent deviation from my literary “accent” if you will) we proceeded to “crack the FUCK up”. My friend had doubled over in laughter and I had lost my breath at several points. It was unbelievable how uncreative that song was and how horrible it sounded to our ears. We were hearing “Suck yo momma”…LIVE!! It feels as if one of two things has occurred: either musical artist thee days are getting lazier and lazier as the dollar bills appear more frequently in front of their eyes. OR, the record company these days appear to think that today’s buyers are so stupid and tone deaf that we’ll buy damn near anything. Maybe they’re right. I mean, if stuff like “I got it from my momma” is fucking selling…then there is no future for music. It’s horrible living in a world where you can’t be successful unless you follow the trade, where if you think outside of the box you’re considered obsolete, where money is the thriving fuel behind what we are led to believe is good and bad.

We’ve slowly let society choose for us.