Album: Things Fall Apart
You are all
We don't even come to see our own, man
Listen, Freddy, listen
If we had to depend upon black people to eat,
We would starve to death
You've been out there,
You on the bandstand,
You look out there, What do you see?
You see Japanese, you see you see West Germans,
You see Slobovic, you know, anything, except our people man
It makes no sense, it incenses me that our own people
Don't realize our own heritage, our own culture
This is our music
That's bullshit!
Why?
That's all bullshit Everything, everything you just said is bullshit
You're complaining about-
I'm talking about the audience
That's right
The people don't come because you grandiose motherfuckers don't play
shit that they like If you played the shit that they liked,
then the people would come
Simple as that
Inevitably, hip-hop records are treated as though they are disposable
They are not maximized as product, not to mention as art
First section is a scene from "Mo'Better Blues" by Spike Lee
Second section is an unknown comment