A Hunnid Years

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I swear I’m not trying to make a new home via soapbox, but I just saw this video on a message board, and I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t point out how another part of me just died inside.

I love the South, I’m proud to be from the South, and I think a lot of the criticism southern hip hop gets isn’t fair given stupidity in music transcends regional boundaries, but in this instance, there’s not much I can refute.

We’ve gone from It Takes A Nation of Millions To Hold Us Back to this.

I’m sure Plies meant well, but when you speak like your tongue had a stroke, no one will take what you say seriously, no matter how profound it is.

Every other word being nigga doesn’t help much either. Or maybe I’m expecting too much despite knowing nine-year-olds that are more articulate. I’ve been warned about being a ghetto snob.

I’m sure this will be played on 106 and Park and the radio constantly all the same.

Carry on.

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