“You named them: hustlers, killers, fiends, ex-cons. I called them: cousins, aunts, pops, moms. To you? Hoodlums, crackheads, gunmens. To me? Just neighbors, classmates, young friends.” YoungMomHip HopPopsRapNeighborKillersExesCousinAuntClassmatesYoung FriendsCrackheads Author:Ka
“So why you pushin' it? Why you lyin' for? I know where you live, I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid. Your persona's drama that you acquired in high school in actin' class, Your whole aura is plexiglass. What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park; That's a lie, you was in church with your moms.” KnowsWholeKidsSchoolLastsFacesLyingChurchClassWeekMomDramaHigh SchoolShotsFolksHip HopRapParksPersonaYour MomAurasWhere You Live Author:O.C.
“I felt like hip-hop was my music, it was like my outsider music... but then my mom started answering our phone, 'Yo, what's up.' She was hearing me talk to my friends. I was like, 'No, mom, don't cop the hip-hop talk.” FeltMomMy FriendsPhonesHip HopMy MomHearingHipsHopsCopOutsiders Author:Jenny Lewis
“Hip-hop was a big part of my life growing up, especially West Coast gangster rap. The reason I was able to listen to it so freely was that my mom couldn't hear any of it, so we would be driving along just blaring Too $hort's horrible misogynistic stuff, and my mom would just turn to us and say, "This is great. I can feel the bass. It sounds so nice." And we're like, "Yeah, mom. We can feel the bass, too."” FeelsI CanReasonBigsWould BeAbleTurnsStuffSoundGrowing UpNiceGrowingMomYeahWestHip HopMy MomRapDrivingHorribleHipsHopsCoastBassGangstersWest CoastGangster Rap Author:Moshe Kasher