I’ll make this brief. Rick Ross sucks. The end. I kid, I kid.
Rick Ross sucked long before his ridiculous song that features him bragging about date raping a woman. Lots of folks have had really smart and thought-provoking things to say about his rapey lyrics. Some folks have petitions going and one brave radio station in Michigan has banned ALL songs by Rick Ross and fellow rapper Lil Wayne (in light of his Emmett Till foolishness).
Generally speaking, I don’t believe in the power of petitions for things like this and I don’t own a radio station, so what’s a regular Rick Ross-loathing gal like me to do? Simple. I don’t support shit I don’t like. I hate to even add to his Google-ness by writing this piece, but I had to at least say something.
We get rid of the Rick Rosses of the world by not buying their music. Period. If something doesn’t sell, it doesn’t get marketed and does not get spins on the radio airwaves and in nightclubs. I’m all for freedom of speech. I’m also for my right to not allow ignorance and clownish capitalism masquerading as artistry into my space.
I hope Rick Ross is not serious about this date rape stuff and that he made that up the same way he made up a gangster life for himself and appropriated the name of an actual, living gangster. Either way, he’s being a clown and not even a funny one. Lots of people have written about why the lyrics are awful and harmful. No need for me to re-hash the obvious.
On a side note, can we also get rid of French Montana? That “Ocho Cinco” song is the most degrading, misogynistic piece of crap I’ve heard in a long time.
I’d like to end on a positive note because this post was filled with so much controlled rage for all things Rick Ross. Want some good rap music? Check out Killer Mike, Kendrick Lamar, heck even Jaden Smith.
Demetria Irwin is a New York City-based freelance writer/editor. Follow her on Twitter, @Love_Is_Dope.