The rap game is a mirage, a false oasis of big loot, flashy rides, and shiny twerking booties. Even throughout all of the music’s switches in patterns and tastes throughout the years, that illusion in a desert seemingly filled with nothing but other rappers has remained steadfast. There are very few who find the real hole to drink from. And thus, most cats will give the search up and head back to safer landscapes to quench their thirst in.
Those who remain and don’t blow are there for the love, a craving to create art that is born in the soul. And there is something to be said for cats who hold in for that long. There is a freedom that comes from not giving a fuck anymore about image or trends or keeping up with the cool kids. I’ve seen this beget some of the dopest music in more than a few careers. That doesn’t mean what existed before wasn’t dope. Its just refreshing to see people take chances and make what they feel like.