I feel like I’ve gone full circle with KRS-One, from being a total, 110% fan through the BDP era, into the early to mid-nineties (remember that track with Goldie, anyone?), and somewhere around the time when the Temple of Hip Hop was created, dude straight up lost his mind. All of a sudden, KRS decided he was to be the voice of hip hop culture. Although I personally believe his efforts have every good intention in the world, I also ask myself, “Who died and made this motherfucker king of hip hop, anyway?” Isn’t that Kayne’s title anyway? I kid.
KRS took it upon himself to start adding elements into hip hop – gone are the days when hip hop culture was found through break dancing, emceeing, graffiti art, djing, and beatboxing – KRS took it upon hinmself to also add street fashion, street language, street knowledge, and street entrepreneurialism. What the fuck is this shit? Street language? One of the most limiting aspects of any culture is a language barrier, and furthermore, shouldn’t we be trying to teach the younger generation knowledge, business skills, and proper language OFF the damn streets?
It comes as no surprise that KRS, in the midst of losing his damn mind and struggling to find the pieces of his career has decided to publish a 600-page hip hop bible titled The Gospel of Hip Hop: The First Instrument. Are you fucking kidding me?
As he told AllHipHop.com earlier this week:
“Well, I think I have the authority to approach God directly, I don’t have to go through any religion [or] train of thought. I can approach God directly myself and so I wrote a book called The Gospel of Hip Hop to free from all this nonsense garbage right now. I respect the Christianity, the Islam, the Judaism but their time is up.”
WHAT.THE.FUCK, over?
I will leave you with KRS in better times:
BDP – Duck Down
