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Someone posed a question to me the other day. They asked me if I believed that there would be any females in the Hip-Hop game, if there was no sex? Before I could respond, the individual went a little further by asking...“If there was one female rap artist today really respected for her lyrics, to the point that she can eat just based on her ability to flip words?” Before the words were completely out of his lips I said, "Nope not one. They have come and gone…" Let’s break down a short list of female rappers: Lil’ Kim…incarcerated and camp-less Foxy Brown…What’d you say?(ok bad joke….really just kidding) Remy Ma…(……….)? Trina…need I say more Lauryn Hill…I mean Ms. Hill, I mean Ms. Crazy…oh whatever who can keep up Queen Latifah….those were the days…all hail the Queen! Queen Latifah and yes even Lauryn in all her craziness were the women of Hip Hop that could spit some real lyrical shit and to this day still eat, and not only do that, but extend their careers like Latifah into oscar nominated actors, spokes models and well respected entrepreneurs. All done understanding their sexuality plays a role but never with compromise and foolery. Somewhere this element vanished and I think one of the major reasons points to the loss of love. Women poured into the game trying to bank like Queen but lacked the values one brings to something they love. So now it became a game of playing the sex card, a race to see who can be the sexiest, the least dressed and the most shocking, just to sell albums. In this, the music was lost and here we are, sitting in the dust of disillusion. I have yet to see a female rapper within the last 5 years represent anything that I am or the women I know. But it’s hard even ridiculous to say those booty shaking, lyric less, insecure women don’t represent me because at the end of the day we are all women. And honestly that too easy of an out! So instead, I’m left at times turning a def ear to the lyrics, and the images, and saying “well at least the beats’ hot.” Now that’s some bullsh*t, especially when were talking about flippin’ some words. Women are the originators of flipping words. Think about it…anytime you were lyrically embarrassed by someone telling you about yourself it probably came from a woman! We are the true poetic pistols, first tongue twistas, and deadly venom spitters, on top of that give us a beat?...it’s over. However that breed has died, in this industry anyway. Too bad our asses became bigger then our ideas. Duperfly Duperfly is an actress, model, painter and aspiring writer from Brooklyn, New York. | |
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