You read these Nikes ‘cuz you’re fucked up, punk
Here’s the definition of gettin your ass stomped:
I’m a Nigga Insane Kickin-ass Extremely
So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin.
Showing posts with label 1989. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1989. Show all posts
Geto Boys | Read These Nikes
You read these Nikes ‘cuz you’re fucked up, punk
Here’s the definition of gettin your ass stomped:
I’m a Nigga Insane Kickin-ass Extremely
So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin.
De La Soul | Me, Myself and I
Now you tease my Plug One style
And my Plug One spectacles
You say Plug One and Two are hippies
No we’re not, that’s pure plug bull.
Geto Boys | Let a Ho Be a Ho
I ain’t cryin’ or dyin’ over none of you hoes
I ain’t buyin’ you no leather, I ain’t buyin’ you no suedes
No jewelry, no contacts, no Lee nails
Ain’t buy you no hair, no makeup.
De La Soul | Take It Off
I thought it would be appropriate to start with De La Soul and the interlude “Take It Off” from their iconic 3 Feet High and Rising album, basically because it addresses all the hip-hop fashion clichés of the time. The Long Island trio were the embodiment of the dreaded “alterna-rap” moniker in the 90s, merely for having eclectic tastes, exploring social issues and mocking a hip-hop culture growing obsessed with the material. Oh, the irony.
But perhaps nothing offers a better snapshot of the era than De La’s outsiders’ perspective. But this was 1989; was conspicuous consumption a real thing in hip hop yet, at least to the blinged-out degree it is now? Or was hip hop still trying to solidify its dress codes, the way “rock” appropriated leather jackets and ripped skinny jeans in the 50s?
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