Monday, March 25, 2013

ROZAY + WEEZY(STUDIO TIME) = IGNORANCE

Rappers Rick Ross and Young Money CEO, Lil’ Wayne in recent months have respectively dropped some new verses that don’t toe the line, they run totally past it without any recognition that the line even exists. Rick Rozay AKA William Leonard Roberts AKA The Dude with Presidents Lincoln and Washington tattooed on his breasts (because that’s what they are) does a guest spot on Def Jam emcee Rocko’s, “You Don’t Even Know It”. This former corrections officer rhymes, “Put molly all in her champagne, she ain’t even know it/ I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain’t even know it.” This man, who took the moniker of former crack dealer Freeway Ricky Ross’ as his stage name, states that he slipped a “molly” into a woman’s drink. There’s no question here, a "molly" is a rape drug not a pain reliever a ****ing drug used to make violating women easier and big man Rick is bragging about it. If there’s any question of Ricky’s intention, he follows up with a line stating that “I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain’t even know it”. He is now bragging that he had his way with the woman and she was all the ignorant to the violation of her body due to her drugged state. Now I am not calling Mr. Roberts a rapist but he is a man, who is for sure perpetuating pure unadulterated rape to a young group of his followers, who sometimes cannot decipher between right and wrong. Then again, it’s quite obvious that Rozay Rapey cannot decipher between right and wrong either. Then there’s New Orleans lost child and ‘rapper’, Lil Wayne AKA Dwayne Michael Carter, showing his talent for hyperbole, who rhymed, on the remix of Karate Chop that he, “Beat the p**** up like Emmett Till”. He actually compared his sexual skills to the senseless beating of a 14 year old boy, whose only crime was being a black boy admiring a white girl. Since Weezy —-by his own estimation -– is the Greatest rapper… alive. I can’t comprehend what would not make him feel a tad queasy about this phrasing when the image of Emmett Till’s battered body is conjured up. Then again I shouldn’t really expect responsibility from a man, who regularly intakes codeine for sport and has four children by four different women. He can't control his penis, I can't expect the same of his mouth. I guess I have one real question, on the lyrics of Fatman & Stripe. Between the CD pressing plant, the final mix of the songs, the ad-lib pass, the 1st take, the smoking of weed and drinking of cognac at 2AM in the studio; did anyone think to say ‘Weezy you might not want to compare the thrusting of your penis to savage beating of a child’ or ‘Rozay you might not want to imply that you drugged and raped a woman’. Can hip hop get a licensed, non-partisaned lyric monitor (no coast or area affiliation) to just be brutally honest with ignorant emcees who are surrounded by a bunch of yes men? Because just because something sounds clever, doesn’t mean that it is. Now Follow Me. Follow Me to Freedom!

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