Look at Jay Z:
Growing up in my family with soul music all around me, my family played classic R&B like Ben E. King, Percy Sledge, Al Green and Sam Cooke. I grew up knowing all the words to “Kiss and Say Goodbye” by the time I was 8. When Michael Jackson broke down barriers on MTV, we went nuts. The hypnotic sounds of Billie Jean moonwalked across the TV sets of AmeriKlan and set it on fire! Suddenly everyone, black and white, wanted to be M.J. Jheri curls were found on the heads of New Kids on the Block as well as most of black AmeriKlan.
Black soul music, especially Motown, said all the things we couldn’t say. We knew how Marvin felt when he asked, “What’s Going On?” And when Jim Brown dared us to be “Black and Proud” we screamed, Hell yes, brother!! The difference between music back then and music now isn’t what you believe it to be. We didn’t get more violent and full of self-hatred over night. What changed is the PRODUCTION studios that paid us to bear our souls. Berry Gordy told his musicians, singers and songwriters to “be real”. Give the black audience what they want. Smooth sounds, raw sounds, honest sounds and sounds that reflected the times we were facing in AmeriKlan.
Black owned studios controlled black music. Therefore what was put out to the black population was for us, by us. Well…that all changed when whites wanted a piece of black music. Before you ask, How does Truthbetold know that? Well, let’s say that traveling around the United States has given me a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet ALL kinds of people. Artists, fashion designers, painters, poets, writers and musicians, especially when I was in downtown Chicago. I heard stories of how “good it was when WE controlled our shit” and how black artists are PAID to “ghetto-ize their shit for white audiences.”
I listened to X, an older Mississippi born musician, in downtown Chicago, in a blues club called Buddy Guy Legends ( it’s on Wabash Ave if you’re interested ) on how when his band was in its prime, they sold out tickets within 3 days. I heard tales of how he starved and sold his most prized possession, a black and white TV set, to buy a saxophone. He knew that blues music was his calling from God. When they finally found financing, it was a white gentleman, a Jew, who told him to “nigger-ize” his music. Sing about being poorer, more downtrodden, beaten up, say you’re a drinker( he wasn’t) give the audience a sense of your pain and suffering and they’ll “eat it up and we’ll grow rich.” Well he didn’t grow rich. The Jew did. Musicians back in the day were paid a whopping 3% for their talent. The PRODUCTIONS STUDIOS became rich. Musicians struggled to pay the rent.
Why am I telling you this?
Because rap, hip-hop and yes, jazz is very seldom being produced and financed by blacks anymore. It’s a white business now. It is geared towards reinforcing the nigger stereotype, cleverly hidden by good riffs and a harsh, raspy, sexy, black voice…(think Ja Rule) and of course…making money. Now, do I believe that all black owned studios are innocent? No. Of course not. They too play a big part in the “hood waiting to rape your (white)daughter” imagery. But how many black-owned production studios are there in comparison to white ones? ( Yes, I know Roc-A-Fella is huge. Bad Boy Records no longer counts as Lucian Grainge is CEO ). And ultimately who controls what is played, and how often it is played, and on what channel it is played? Answer?
1. Harvey Weinstein
2. Sumner Redstone
3. Phillipe Dauman
4. Warners Bros.
5. Walt Disney (his descendents)
6. MGM ( various siblings since they split up, like Tony Goldwyn, the bad guy from Ghost.)
7. Rupert Murdoch
I’m sure there are more…but they merge, split up and change names constantly.
What’s my point? Untill we blacks can take back the control over our music and our films, all we have to listen to are verbal and lyrical testimonies on how:
1. Cops need to be shot
2. All women are bitches
3. Black life sucks
4. I was raised in the ghetto
5. I smoke crack with my welfare money
6. I went to prison, like, 1000 times
7. I got shot by a rival gang
8. I love to rape girls
9. I can not speak proper English
10. The movie “Precious” is real. I hate that motherfucking film! Sorry, Mr. Daniels. And Gabby, if you are reading this…AmeriKlan will NEVER let you live this down.
The punchline to my post?….wait for it……………………..
The biggest consumers of the grimiest, nastiest, dirtiest rap music are white middle-class boys.