In the grand scheme of things, Hip Hop is still relatively young. Wet behind the ears. A scant speck in time, if you will. It’s merely a cultural puppy in a dog eat dog society and perhaps that’s why Hip Hop, as a whole, wasn’t thoroughly respected until years after it’s inception. It wasn’t that it – Hip Hop – didn’t deserve the respect, but nobody likes the new guy. I can only imagine how Disco felt when kids started rapping over it’s break beats and scratching up it’s vocals. Aside from that, what the contributors and originators think of the culture’s history is irrelevant, because losers don’t write the books. Winners do (no Carlos Estevez). Until Hip Hop gave people a reason to pay attention, we were the only one’s paying attention, if you smell my cologne.
As time progressed, though, so did the culture. Nowadays, only a fool would say that there isn’t an obvious, substantial Hip Hop underbelly to American culture (even if that’s not necessarily a positive admission). It’s in her commercials and televisions shows and her gated communities. It lurks in her slang and even in her politics. In fact, one could argue the point that it took Barack Obama’s election to truly solidify Hip Hop’s place in American history. Nonetheless, now that Hip Hop is as much a part of the American quilt as apple pie and pornography (in that order), it’s up to “us” to preserve the integrity of what we represent.
Don’t let the rap-on-rap crime and jewelry heist phenomenon fool you; it most certainly is deeper than rap, sometimes to a fault, but that’s neither here nor there.
The day will come when the future is the present, and I’m curious to know what those people will think about “our” Hip Hop culture, in comparison to theirs. Will we look like bloodthirsty, hipster, reality-rappers? Petty, money-mongoring poets? The only way to be sure is to pick and choose what we leave behind to define us. Like a time capsule. Actually, any piece of antiquated information serves the purpose of a time capsule, but for conversational purposes, I’ve compiled a list of 21 things that I would put in my Hip Hop time capsule.
What say you?
☑Set Of Fat Laces
☑LL Cool J’s ‘Mama Said Knock You Out’ On Cassette
☑A Kobe Bryant #8 Jersey
☑Ego Trip’s ‘Book Of Rap Lists’
☑The Script To The Fat Boys’ 1987 Film ‘Disorderlies‘
☑FUBU Sweatshirt (With Metal Plate)
☑Redman’s 1995 Album ‘Muddy Waters’
☑Dickies Suit W/ Matching Converse All Stars And Bandanna
☑Copy Of Ed Lover And Dr. Dre’s 1993 Film ‘Who’s The Man?‘ On VHS
☑Leather 8 Ball Jacket
☑Shaquille O’Neal’s First Rap Album ‘Shaq Diesel‘
☑A Reel-To-Reel Machine
☑Wu Tang Clan’s 1999 Video Game ‘Shaolin Style‘ For Playstation
☑Copy of Robert Greene’s ‘The 48 Laws Of Power 2 ‘
☑An “Iced-Out” Jesus Piece
☑Motorola Razr Flip Phone
☑An Empty (Paper) Notebook And A Brand New Ink Pen
☑Copy Of Tony Grands’ 2005 Mixtape ‘Grandzilla‘ (because I have an album on Datpiff.com, too)
If “we” truly dictate the present, we control the future, but if we can’t see past the 15 minutes we’re chasing, it’s a vicious cycle that may not ever be broken. Chew on that for a spell.