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Rap music is unapologetically direct and personal.
A part of a continuum-- rap is the latest in a line of new music
created primarily by Black Americans. Like its forerunners, the
blues, jazz and rock 'n' roll, rap has been subjected to attacks
by mainstream white America for its explicit language and frequently
raunchy themes.
The word "rap" was originally used in the African-American speech
community to refer to romantic, sexualized interaction, usually
originated by a man for purposes of winning the affection and sexual
favors of a woman (Smitherman, 4).
When it began, rap was apolitical "party music," with limited
social relevance. However, that changed in 1988 with "A Nation of
Millions" by Public Enemy (Rose ). The rap scene became even more
political with the emergence of N.W.A. (Niggas With Attitudes),
which ushered in an era of anger rooted in the frustration of being
young and Black in Los Angeles, CA. Its lyrical violence was often
directed towards the white LAPD and was heavily criticized because
like the LAPD's handling of young Black men, it held no punches
Akin to the genre of Westerns, rap music is a blend of reality
and fiction. Rap music is a contemporary response to conditions
of joblessness, poverty and disempowerment. Smitherman writes:
Given its mission--"disturb the peace"-- much of rap
music has a moral edge. This music has become a-- or, perhaps the--
principle medium for Black youth to "express thier views of the
world" and to seek to "create a sense of order" out of the turbulence
and choas of thier, and our, lives \plain\f3\fs24 (5).
Despite the 1990s' emergence of guns, violence, misogyny, and
overused taboo language in rap music, the founding mission of rap
remains that clearly reflected in pioneer Rapper Grandmaster Flash
and the Furious Five's 1982 hit song, "The Message." They decry
the deplorable conditions of 'the hood' as follows:
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin on the stair,
You know they just don't care.
I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise...
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge,
I'm tryin' not to lose my head.
It's like a struggle sometimes
That me wonder how I keep from going under.
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