Thursday, May 30, 2013

My Line in the Sand Declaration-Rakim Allah Remains the Greatest Emcee of All Time.

BY Nas Dawud
   

I couldn’t think of a better way to set the tone for this new endeavor with my fellow sacred cow throat chopper, Humanity Critic, then reiterating my line in the sand argument. Rakim Allah is the GREATEST Emcee of all time.

I originally wrote this piece in 2000, and have not wavered an inch on my declaration.  Since the original writing many an Emcee has made a splash, many more have made money spitting bullshit, and far too many, an ass of themselves. But NONE have come anywhere near removing the crown of greatest from the GOD Emcee, Rakim Allah.

At the time of the original writing Nas and Jay were at the height of their battle with many intimating one of the two could possibly retain the moniker of best Emcee. This was also during the height of the hyperbolic and still all too often employed argument contending that possibly BIG or Pac to be the greatest.

Simply stated, save that shit. Not a damn thing has changed. Rakim is STILL the greatest.

Some may have come close but none have surpassed.





The question of just who is the greatest MC of all time has been in the forefront of my mind over the last six months. This quandary has no doubt been spurred by the recent verbal battle between NAS and Jay-Z, BET Rap City’s notarization of the 50 greatest MC’s, and the remembrance of Big’s passing. Now I'm a fan of Biggie, and think that as an entire package, Tupac is one if not the greatest entertainer to come out of the Hip-Hop nation. However, when the discussion turns to who is the greatest MC of all time, Jay, Z, Nas, Biggie, and Tupac although legends, still fall short of the moniker “greatest.” I know BET has deemed Tupac the greatest and The Source in a recent anniversary issue dubbed BIG the greatest. BET, however, also put Nelly in their top twenty. Now I'm not one to hate and I appreciate that Nelly is doing his thing by bringing his Midwest swing to the game, but the brother only has one album with average lyrics that breaks no new ground, and placing him in the top twenty would seem to belie the ages, and apparent limited histrionics of hip-hop lyrists of those who compiled the list of the 50 greatest MC's hence the reason I believe so many current artist were so high on the list.  
     With all due respect, the greatest MC did not die on March 9th, or Sept 13th, but is indeed alive and well. In this era of revisionist’s Hip-Hop history it appears that the greatest MC of all time is slowly but surely being relegated to the margins of historical recall. Similar to the many civil rights activists such a Fred Shuttlesworth, James Bevel, and Bayard Rustin who profoundly influenced their more famous brethren Dr. King, Rakim Allah is becoming all but forgotten as the greatest lyrist in the young history of rap music. In conjunction with giving rappers the courage and blueprint to put forth philosophical, theological, and social concerns on wax, Rakim also changed the way rappers could flow. His slow, deliberate, and unique delivery provided the foundation for post 87, hip-hop.  
     Until Rakim came on the scene most rappers performed with an over the top style, utilizing dancers, outfits, and other props that were quite reminiscent of 60's Motown. And with good reason, these first generations of hip-hopers grew up on the music of Motown, and were consequently influenced by the style of groups like the Temptations and Four Tops. Even though they were on the cutting edge of a musical development they were still mimicking, style wise, prior generations in show production. In quite a number of ways Rakim is to rap what Charlie Parker and Dizzy were to Jazz. Although the art form already existed and was relatively young Byrd and Dizzy introduced Bee-Bop and changed the sound, style, and direction of Jazz music forever. Rakim is the same in the world of rap music.
     In any endeavor especially in sports and entertainment, one need not necessarily a large but a reasonable size body of work to climb the mantle of the “Greatest.” Ali was not considered the greatest boxer of all time simply because of his two victories over Sonny Liston. No it took time, failure, and recapturing of glory for pugilist enthusiast to grant him such a title. In my opinion Biggie has too limited of a body of work, and lack of originality to anoint him the greatest. Lets be honest, as intelligent and clever as Biggie was, he simply put an East Coast perspective on so-called “gangsta rap.” The “R” was dropping mob references and pushing the gangsta style in 88-89 with Follow the Leader.  Tupac, although great at combining the thuggish with the conscience, was also working within a parameter already set by Rakim. It was Rakim who could “put on the phat gold chain” while reminding, “with knowledge of self there’s nothing I can’t solve.” Although Jay-Z now has an extended body of work, and is as clever a story teller and employer of metaphors as anyone to ever play the game, his over use of others’ rhyme schemes and style leaves him devoid of any real claim on the title of greatest. Rakim, however, embodies every part of what these aforementioned brothers are individually great at. Rakim was and remains an original largely due to his understanding of how to straddle the line between thuggish, materialistic, and divine, while never indulging to the point of appearing overly criminal, hedonistic, or self-righteous.
     Contrary to Nas's claim in Ether, it is Rakim's name that should be put forward in the question “name a rapper I didn't influence?” Since 1987, no other rapper has had the same profound affect on the music as Rakim. The most immediately recognizable change Rakim brought to the game was his style of flow. Until the arrival of Rakim most rappers flowed in exaggerated cadence just short of a yell. For many of the pioneers this was quite necessary since Hip-Hops genesis was in the parks of the Bronx and they had to compete with the DJ's sound system to be heard. Not to mention the point of the MC at the time was to hype the crowd at the party. Rakim, however, was the first MC to understand that in the studio one did not have to rhyme in a manner that was competing with the music, but like Frank Sintra, Rakim became an instrument in the song. Rakim's smooth and laid back flow was something that was practically unheard of in Hip-Hop when Paid in Full dropped. In fact, the first time I heard him I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. I recall reading a piece in which I believe MC Shan was working in the same studio as Rakim while he was recording Paid In Full.  Shan recalled in the article commenting to someone that he thought this guy’s flow was too eccentric to ever make it. But like most forms of art that aren't immediately understood it was the beginning in a shift in phenomena that would forever reshape the landscape.
      The second innovative twist Rakim brought to the fold was the incorporation of serious philosophical and socio-political reflection utilizing both street and academic lexicon. Granted groups such as Grand Master Flash, and Run DMC produced some songs with relevant issues such as The Message, and It's Like that, but none took it to the level Rakim did. Flash and DMC songs highlighted the struggles of growing up black in inner city America, specifically New York. Rakim however, not only reflected upon what was going on, but also engaged his audience to look beyond their immediate circumstance. Rakim, before P.E., X-Clan, Paris, and even BDP, was also providing knowledge of Black world history. It was Rakim that introduced an entire generation of hip-hoppers to the religion of Islam by discussing his five percent lessons on wax (I am completely aware of the claims and counter claims that the Five Percent Nation is not a sect of Islam per se but is often classified as such because of its use of Islamic vocabulary and its growth out of the Nation of Islam so for now I digress). Many of us who may had ignored, were unaware, or had a passing interest in the religion of Islam soon were out researching the religion and eventually expanding this pursuit of knowledge to numerous other intellectual endeavors.
      It was Rakim in a song called The Ghetto who not only reflected on the blight of poverty-stricken life but also pondered on how it got that way. It was Rakim who prophesized in the track Casualties of War, the after affects of the war in Iraq and American Middle Eastern polices:
…Now I’m home on reserves and you can bet when they call, I’m going AWOL
Cause it ain’t no way I’m going back to war
When I don’t know who or what I’m fighting for
So I wait for terrorists to attack
Every time a truck backfires I fire back
I look for shelter when a plane is over me
Remember Pearl Harbor? New York could be over, G
Kamikaze, strapped with bombs
No peace in the east, they want revenge for Saddam… 1992

      In most of Rakim's songs one will find not only musical genius but also social genius the likes of post What's Going On, Marvin Gaye. All of which gave birth to the rich tradition of groups like Public Enemy, Jungle Brothers, PRT, Paris, The Coup, Dead Prez, etc. Groups who utilized the blueprint laced by Rakim and were inspired to unapologetically put their politics on wax and utilizing the music not only as entertainment, but edutainment, to coin a phrase form KRS-1.
     Rakim's, dark flow and lessons from the Nation of Gods and Earth's also opened the gates for a new generation of rappers. Groups like Mobb Deep, Nas, EPMD, and yes-even Biggie are direct descendents of Rakim's innovation. All of these MC's in one form or fashion employ a part of Rakim. Mobb Deep has continued the legacy of proselytizing the lessons of the 5% nation and utilization of melancholy beats and lyrics in narrating their travel through urban life. Nas has carried the torch of the Philosophical, knowledge, and street side (unlike Rakim NAS has often found himself loss in the abyss of hedonism). Jay-Z has continued the tradition of vivid storytelling and clever metaphors, a penchant many claim he got from Big, but both are a direct result of Rakim's influence. No one since the foundation layers of the art has anyone had as much of a direct influence on the game and a particular coast except arguably NWA. Rakim’s most telling attribute has been his ability to never betray his commitment to the culture. All of the aforementioned MC’s- no matter how real they have been- has at some point sacrificed their art for money, record sales, or being positive ambassador for the culture. Rakim maybe because of his aloofness has never seemingly revealed himself to be anything other than an MC committed to the mic as sincere as Malcolm was to the people.
      Though Rakim lacks the notoriety that many other artist have those in the business and aficionados of classical hip-hop music know very well what Rakim means and continues to mean to the art of lyricism. I think most would agree that although Kenny G has out sold and is better known than John Coltrane, no one would argue that Kenny G was as innovative and influential as John Coltrane on sax players. Rakim is indeed the John Coltrane of Mc'ing, although he did not invent the art form, he has been unafraid to create and explore all the reaches of his mind creating a unique sound that is indeed “a Love Supreme. Biggie, Pac, and those other contenders sure to come will all go down in the annals as great but Rakim will remain the Gretzsky of rap “The Greatest.”

Life changing Albums




-HumanityCritic

For the last couple of months on twitter, I've posted a wide array of Hip Hop related questions that have gotten an overwhelming response from people kind enough to follow an insufferable prick such as myself. Things like "Who is the Greatest Rapper of All Time?", "What is your favorite DJ Premier track?", and "What is the greatest Hip Hop group of all time?" But before my brain could even send the message to my hand that would allow me to pat myself on my back, @SkyyhookRadio asked a question that literally rocked my feeble little world. She asked, "What is the Hip Hop album that changed your life?" She may as well have dropped the microphone and walked off stage. Dunked on me at my home court. Beat my ass in the front yard of my own house. It's such an amazing question that it makes everything that I've asked so far pale in comparison. Respect to you ma'am. With all that said, let me answer the very question that I've been heaping so much praise upon.

For me it wasn't one album in particular, it was three albums - and the only reason why I don't consider naming three albums as cheating is because I received them all at precisely the same time. See, my cousins from New York had come down for a visit around labor day of 1988. I love my cousins dearly, but hanging with them was a double edge sword: While we would have the time of our lives hanging around each other, my jealousy about their particular proximity to some of my favorite rappers was overwhelming. I mean, being from Virginia Beach where I had to create my own Hip Hop reality, I didn't have any "..and then the DJ plugged his equipment to the light pole" stories to speak of - and hearing about Run DMC walking down their block or how they played Atari in LL Cool J's grandmother's basement just made me wanted them to die slowly in a fire. But this particular visit was different. This particular visit just happened to change my life.

I still remember it like it was yesterday. My Aunt, Uncle, and cousins slowly rolling their ancient beater into our driveway - Peter and Brendon racing out of their parents car like it was on fire just to greet their favorite cousin - and then Peter handing me a bag and saying, "Happy Belated Birthday Motherfucker!" The contents of the bag: Public Enemy's "It Takes a Nation of Millions to hold us back", Big Daddy Kane's "Long Live the Kane", and EPMD's "Strictly Business". Even though I'm sure their time in Virginia included other activities, the one vivid memory that I have is the three of us listening to those albums on a continuous loop without saying a word to each other. So much so that by the end of their stay we damn near knew all three classic albums by heart. Having those three pieces of remarkable art at the same time was akin to a starving man standing in front of a buffet table, or having three rather shapely porn stars laying in your bed - you simply don't know where in the fuck to start. Losing my virginity was quite the embarrassing endeavor where I literally kept missing the target. My first love ripped my beating heart out of my chest, grinned, and then proceeded to show it to me. My Prom date danced with everyone but me, then invited a boyfriend that I didn't even know she had to my after party. So you can see why receiving those three tapes easily trumps all of those experiences.

It's not as if I didn't love Hip Hop before that particular point in time, just that Labor day was when I started committing my very existence to it. Flaws and all. Those records, if I'm being honest, were both a gift and a curse: A gift because it made me want to accept nothing but excellence in Hip Hop from that point forward - a curse for the very same reason, sometimes I admit that I put the bar so high that it can't be seen by mere mortals. Like that High School quarterback whose time on the gridiron was unfortunately the pinnacle of his life. Those dudes who compare every future prospect to their mothers only to leave a relationship battlefield littered with less than stellar women. Either way, "It Takes a Nation of Millions to hold us back", Big Daddy Kane's "Long Live the Kane", and EPMD's "Strictly Business" created a sea change in me like nothing before and nothing since. There, I said it.