The idea that hip hop āgets a passā is laughable- the opposite is true. It gets dissected and critiqued in a way that rock lyrics never have been.
One particular thing that angers me is how MCs are never allowed to write from varying viewpoints and express troubling views through those viewpoints. Itās almost as if a certain type of white rock fan doesnāt credit them with the intellectual ability to do that.
I remember thinking this when we were having our āartist of the decadeā poll and lots of people were justifying voting for Nick Cave rather than Kendrick Lamar because they found some of his lyrics (plainly written from multiple viewpoints) āproblematicā. I narrowly held myself back from asking some of the, whether theyād given much thought to the sort of lyrics Cave was singing when he was a similar age. Try this one:
I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
She: lying through her teeth, him: on his back
Hands off this one, hands off! she cried
Grinning at me from hip to hip
Hands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft to slip
Oooh yeah
I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
Sharks-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty red-head
I love you! now me! I love you!
Laughter, laughter
Oh baby, those skinny girls, theyāre so quick to murder
Oooh yeah
Shake it baby, cāmon, shake, shake it baby
God knows how cancelled a rapper would be if he came up with that one.