Look, off rip, let me be clear, son. This post has nothing to do with those “Real Hip-Hop” debates, man. I mean, I don’t think any person has the authority to define what “real” Rap is, fam. The way I see it, if the music is real to the rapper, then it’s real, bruh. But, that doesn’t mean I have to like the shit, folks. All in all, that’s why music is considered to be subjective. With all of that being said, I’m only questioning the Rap credentials of Post Malone for one reason: he doesn’t actually rap, people. So, why is his music categorized as Rap music?
Ok, let me be honest, son. Listen, I actually like Post Malone, man. Now, I’m well aware of the fact that he’s made problematic statements in the past. I’m aware of the fact that he stated there’s no substance in Rap lyrics. Real talk, I don’t even need to explain why those were some idiotic fucking words, fam. On the real, any man who made the song “Rockstar” can’t talk about substance, bruh. For God‘s sake, he’s talking about doing cocaine and smashing groupies in the fucking chorus! Frankly, he doesn’t have the clout to make those kind of assertions, people.
In any case, despite his occasional fuckery, I actually jam out to his tunes, son. Keeping it a buck, although “White Iverson” is meh, “Deja Vu” is dope and “Congratulations” is dope, along with “Psycho,” “Ball for Me” and “Sugar Wraith.” Moving on, regardless of my affinity for those tracks, they all have one thing in common: he doesn’t rap at all. Hell, he sings on EVERY song he makes. So, why do media outlets and streaming services label him as a rapper? Shit, I guess the bigger question is, in 2018, what the hell is Rap music? I ask because these newer artists are making it harder to define, man.
Listen, I had a similar question after listening to Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight by Travi$ Scott. Now, I know that he’s dropped bars in the past. But, on that particular album, it was damn near all harmonizing. So, what makes it Hip-Hop? Is it the 808‘s? Is it the fashion? Is it the jewelry? All I know is, I can’t put my finger on any of this shit anymore, fam. Look, I’m not complaining, especially since I’m a fan of some of these newer artists. However, I’m just pointing out something that’s a little weird, bruh.
In the end, I’m just thinking out loud, son. Ultimately, I’m not trying to tell anyone what to listen to, man. By and by, I just let people do whatever it is they do, fam. At the end of the day, it’s not my call, bruh. Anyway, let me get back to this Gospel, folks. Fred Hammond keeps me from assaulting people at work. Good day. LC out.