By Nicky Reid aka Comrade Hermit

Once upon a time there was this crazy fucking thing called gangsta rap. It was far from perfect, but it was generally a pretty accurate account of life outside the law on America’s inner-city streets. White people fucking hated it, but their kids couldn’t get enough, so white people bought gangsta rap off and Disneyfied it into something sleek and safe. Now we are faced with the absurd spectacle of hardcore gangstas like 50 Cent bitching like Karens about their progeny ripping them off while calling on the police state to protect their shit with fascist bail laws. This is a man who wouldn’t even rat out the motherfucker who shot him a dozen times because he knew the streets would handle justice better. Oh, what a couple decades of corporate domestication will do. What was that old gangsta mantra? Don’t hate the player, hate the game? 50 used to know that jam by heart before he got played.