In studying literacy, hip hop continues to be a persistent subject of discourse. These are an artistic blend of thoughts that came to me Tuesday evening.
May it prove food for thought…
The music won’t stop
But her hips don’t hop
Mic check one-two one-two
The sounds don’t move through her, like it moves through you
Sixteen bars
plush cars
Long weaves
Gastric sleeves
Big booties
Surgical “cuties”
The evidence of oppression
The sound is a concession
A pacifier
A lollipop
A dream that takes the black dollar
A hook that makes black folk’ holla’
“That’s my song”
But do we have it all wrong?
“That’s my part!”
Veils that we are playing a part
We’re “urban,” they’re “cultured”
We keep it real, while they steal
We believe in their talent, and see the best in them
Then they leave us on the side of street, like a pedestrian.
His registration was late, but we still heard em’say,
He loved Beyonce,
Then he joined the kkk…
Yet somehow he, not we, occupies the sunken place,
Then the beat drops, and out comes the stank face
No standards, no demands
insult, denigration, that go without reprimand
A white man stood upon the black man’s back
And made a myriad of tracks
Filled with angry rhymes,
And to some occupies the label “the greatest of all time.”
I’m not sayin’ I am a fan of Jay-Z,
I’m just saying, at least he looks like me.
You don’t have to walk eight miles to see,
“Hip hop” gave a violent n’ vulgar white man a clean slate, under the title of “emcee”
16 bars,
To forget who you are
16 bars
And to feel like you made it so far
From drugs and destitution,
Ignoring the reality that you’ve assumed a veiled form of prostitution
It’s going to take more than an ill’ verse
To reverse this systemic curse
The bodies rock rock rock
But her hips won’t hop
You hear an 808– I hear a jangle of the chains
Sounds a little like the anglo all up in yo’ last name…
Black Power ❤
Whispers of a Womanist 
My fingers are snappin’!
Nicki Minaj and Remy Ma don’t have nothing on you!
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This is dope, C.C! Great piece.
Oh man! You got some skills. Lauryn Hill resurrected?? All I know is when your first show happens I’m getting front row seats lol
Wow this was amazing, it made me long for the days of 90’s conscious rap, rather than this mumble mouth lost self hatred rap we have today, that is corroding the minds of our people. The White Supremacists definitely do not want lyrics like yours C.C getting out to our young impressionable minds.
Well done again young lioness of the most high..as you know from my previous comments on your fabulous page I am a pioneer of hip hop culture which was and remains by our people and for our people only..what whites don’t understand with all this we are one Shit and hip hop is universal bs is.. That we never did nor wanted your opinion(whites) or ever needed there validation! Hip hop was made bc our people especially in the south Bronx had nothing we were after thoughts and invisible to the known world. We made hip hop to survive our reality! Was no we are the dam world and March for our lives bc no1 gave a dam about our life and still don’t no this day! CC our young lioness hip hop culture the real is binded in pan africanism.. Hip hop is rebel! When Me and my brown Rican bros BBoyed we rebeled against the system of WS when our bros djayed and tagged and bombed the mta trains we rebelled… Hip hop is rebellion against the system! By us and for us!! There is no solidarity in that unless you were born with the dust of our most high god “melanin”…i get angry and pissed for what those kkkrackas have done to one of our greatest artforms ever created… I for one will push back with vengeance as you are doing right now young lioness of our most high.. Hip hop is ours I ain’t sharing Shit to more.. Time to take back what Is rightfully ours… God bless you young lioness and all my other bros and sistas on this blog..and god bless our people we are the most amazing people on earth and they no it! We were made by the celestial hand of god himself.. I am Derrick “D Rock” Martinez original founding member of the legendary Rock steady crew formed in the summer of hell in the burning fires of the South Bronx by our amazing black and brown bros in 1977 during the birth of hip hop culture my us and always for us…shalom….
Thank you for another insightful comment!! Always love your insight King Martinez.