It is odd how in the Hip Hop culture the last elemental pillar to show up on the scene was the first to sell out. Yes, I am talking about the rapping component. Why is that? It is as if the Emcee element is truly like a baby brother or sister in a household, and like the youngest, it received the most attention, petting, and special treatment. Ultimately, this baby becomes the most spoiled and selfish child out of all of its siblings. It is a rotten apple who is always craving attention from the spotlight as if their personality did not shine enough.
Understand not all rappers or emcees (including baby brothers and sisters) selfishly behave this way because they know they are part of a bigger picture in the family nation of Hip Hop. The true emcees know they are the mouthpieces of Hip Hop selling their personas as lyricists, street prophets, or party rockers. They know they are hosts of our culture even when they are showing their egos.
No, I am referring to those vain vocalists who have selfishly removed themselves from our culture becoming their own self proclaimed entities, yet these wolves are deceptively claiming Hip Hop, and the streets, for brand marketing to capture the attention of the Pop spotlight.
Those clowns are what I now call Hip Hop Divas.
You know whom I am talking about. You have seen them before. They are often soloists who do not align themselves with a live scratch DJ or even with other skilled emcees as a rap group. They never associate with the art of B-Boying and Graff writing except as a novelty, and they are simply delusional about their success and how they got it. They only clamor for glamour and sensationalism to campaign the business of their egos.
The bottom line is their hearts are infected with a syndrome that has deafened their ears and fueled their mouths with self serving topics of only “I” and “Me.” Nobody and nothing else matters. Not even the entire collective of the Hip Hop culture. Only their own self praise and worship matters. This conceited rhetoric reminds me of Lucifer before he fell in the book of Isaiah 14:13-14.
You said in your heart, “I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly, on the utmost heights of the sacred mountain.
I will ascend above the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.”
Why is it, there is always an issue with a singer, or even with a lead front-man like a choir director, selfishly pushing their own efforts to be the solo top dog? It happens not only in the music business but also in churches, sports teams, childhood friends, and even amongst siblings. There is always that one ego who feels entitled to own the spotlight and breaks off from the whole group. It is often the one who has the biggest mouth, is the vainest, and is the most eccentric who eventually forgets where it came from.
I believe half of the rappers whom I call Hip Hop Divas choose to forget where they came from, but I also believe the other half are simply bastards to the culture which is why they lack the nutrient of its essence. They are misguided like a runaway who is later found under the arm of a corporate pimp and is whoring for money.
It is a damn shame and disgrace.
Thanks to these Divas, I am happy to see commercial music sales dying down in rap music. I think people are starting to get hungry for real emcees and rappers because they are turned off by the antics, the gimmicks, the falsehoods, the wack lyrics, and the dumbing down contributed by the Divas. Time will tell. People can only eat cotton candy for so long. One day rap music will die, and the world will see Hip Hop music is still alive and well.
So the next time you see a sucker MC looking glamorous, grilling on TV, and throwing money up in the air in glittery music videos, or bitching and crying for attention at seminars and award shows, remember who they are!
They are Hip Hop Divas.