This may or may not become a regular feature depending on how many music related t-shirts I come across in my travels through NY that piss me off. The shirt pictured above has become fairly prevalent amongst late 20s dreads (both white and black) and "urban" Asians rooting for cold weather so they can pull out their too baggy Hiero hoodies. Had my fifth or sixth siting last night in Brooklyn Heights of all places and decided it was worthy of a rant.
This shirt addresses moronic Phonte stans who claim Hip Hop should have folded following KRS-1 exiting his prime. It's a 2003 era debate when the granola wing of the culture was sure Young Jeezy was a harbinger of the end of days; A definition in which Hip Hop is authentic, often pretentious rhymes over limp-wristed drum patterns and anything that isn't a lament over ex-girl friends, a shallow recitation or understanding of politics, an ode to graffiti/breakdancing/DJing in the park powered by a light post in the South Bronx before you were born and of course a critique of Rap is Rap. This shirt makes me want to avoid a conversation with you at all costs because I'm tired of hearing your vague theory concerning the BET/Clear Channel Caucasian run cabal that's out to destroy black people via Hip Hop. TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING SHIRT.
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