The end of street cred. That means you, G.
Hip-Hop is still mean as the last shot from a Tech-9. But how mean is Lamaze class, then?
It had to happen. Hip-Hop, with its never-too-secret fantasy fuel of bling, rides, Glocks and women who seem always to be emanating from poolside at the fill-in-the-blanks thug of the moment, is officially dead. And who broke the story? Possibly the Whitest Paper in America. Newsday, with an assist from the L.A. Times. Here’s how:
Dr. Dre, who’s been little buddy or great Yoda to Eminem, depending on what side of the producer’s booth you’re standing on, has produced yet another offspring in the now-familiar, sullen-looking young men telling tales on wax of abandonment, suffering, and eventual rage, culminating in shooting, stabbings, and the just as inevitable redemption.
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