If you happened to have your I Heart Radio apps open or gathered around your radio with the family this weekend, you would have heard one of Funkmaster Flex‘s “right on time” rants. Only this time, he has Jay-Z in his hind sights. Hot 97 used to be the haven for exclusives and amazing freestyles (thank you for Rosenberg and Ebro). Now Angie Martinez has left to Power 105.1 and Funkmaster Flex has become the old man sitting on the porch yelling at kids to stay off his lawn. The so-called “gatekeeper” of all things New York apparently has not checked out his own app. The artist can now give their music directly to the people through social networks and blogs – not a DJ who continues to perpetuate these grudges to obtain his listeners.
How did this all happen? I remember when I was a kid and used to borrow my mom’s cassette tapes to record the new premieres of music after I got home from school or listened to the Roc-A-Fella freestyles that I still have. Flash forward to 2015 where apparently Funkmaster Flex still hasn’t joined us. The way to gain click or ratings is to hear these tirades and tantrums. Within this maelstrom is a Dipset reunion that some people would be inclined to care about if it wasn’t attached to drama. The most ironic thing about this – while dragging the reunion into the mix, the same people who brigade against “old rappers” keeping young rappers down are now the NWO when they went to the WWE. It was great for two weeks, but if I wanted to see it, I’d watch the old shows.
While Flex ranted on about the wrongs of Jay-Z now being a commercial rapper, he could have been playing songs from up and coming hip-hop artists. Instead of those bomb sound effects, how about playing the next artist who is looking to resuscitate the lucid state of New York rap music? Say what you want about Jay-Z, but his accomplishments have now transitioned into a successful conglomerate, which I thought was the goal. While Jay-Z may be away from New York, in his accomplishments he’s doing more for New York rap now than Funkmaster Flex, who is currently there. Hell, one of the biggest things that generated interest of last year’s Summerjam was that Jay-Z was backstage and might perform. Remember when Jay-Z brought out Michael Jackson? Performed D.O.A.? Who doesn’t need who exactly?
Now, a month from now, the 57th edition of the Grammys will be taking place and let’s be honest – Iggy Azalea is probably going to win best rap album over Because The Internet or Oxymoron, which will send many in with their pitchforks (well, keyboards). Nobody is debating the legacy that Funkmaster Flex has, but when does that legacy and entitlement start to hurt the actual art? Instead of listening to J-Cole’s amazing album or getting ready for Joey Bada$$’s upcoming disc, we are here talking about more incendiary words from a man who hasn’t arrived in present day yet. Hip-hop music isn’t a caricature. It could be a force to be reckoned with again, given that the ambitious people get that platform. I want you to get back to the art so that people can take the art serious again. But then again, I’m thankful that artists don’t have to do that anymore. *Drops bomb*