And here’s the thing: None of them put on a hood and told me to go back to Africa. That’s what many people fail to understand about most of the racism that’s floating around today. It’s subtle, and insidious, and has the cadence of a joke.
It was a crash course of all the usual hits: Cab drivers refusing to pick me up, being overcharged at restaurants for no discernible reason, and being accused of shoplifting and almost dragged away by a mall cop.
Bro, what happened to real rappers bro. Fruity ass, colored dread autotuned fools. Them kids look like they never seen a brass knuckle. ← A bunch of comments I read on WorldStarHipHop combined to create the ultimate Crusty Uncle opinion on today’s up and coming rappers.