“Hating” is one of those tricky words in rap’s lexicon that has become so overused that it’s a surefire way to end any intelligent discourse about the genre. Simple criticism gets called hate and next thing you know people are getting e-punched in the back of the head on Twitter.
While wildly spraying out “hater!!!” accusations is the lowest form of communication, you have to admit: sometimes you’re just being a hater. And your victim is probably one of these 10 guys who gets a constant barrage of slander despite their best and respectable efforts. So, we’re going to point these guys out for you.
Here are 10 MCs you should stop hating on posthaste.
Flo Rida has been releasing some of hip-hop’s biggest hits for five years running – at least, according to the Grammys and Billboard. Yet, despite three tracks from his last album charting in the Top 5 and the fact he’s won 47 legit awards over his relatively short career, this Dade County MC doesn’t come close to any hottest MCs list or really get consideration at all by his genre’s pundits, period. We understand he leans toward pop music but the bottom line is fast-flowing Flo is both talented and successful – two of the factors that matter most in current hip-hop.
Just something to consider while you’re busy touting rappers who sing poorly and knocking cats claiming things they don’t have.
Tech N9ne has arguably built the largest cult following in Hip-Hop but few outside of his die hard fans really give him a chance. His detractors are quick to pass him, saying he makes devil music or vampire music or some variation thereof.
Let’s get all the BS out of the way so we can get to the facts. Neezle has the most unique, energetic live show, period. On average, he spends almost 200 days of the year in a tour bus, traveling the country and grinding non-stop. He’s the best selling independent artist of all time. And most importantly, when it comes down to it, Tech N9ne can spit. Did you hear “Bloody Murdah.” Or All 6s And 7s? That’s what we thought.
Wale may be the most polarizing act on this list. His transition from blog darling, to internet punching bag, to Grammy-nominated MMG affiliate combined with his inexplicable need to respond to idiots on Twitter created a perfect storm of hate. The aforementioned character flaws unfortunately overshadow his undeniable talent. Yes, he may be as sensitive as a tooth with an exposed nerve, but the kid can rap.
Let’s get this straight. Wiz embarks on one of the more legendary underground grinds of the modern era. Mixtapes like Flight School and Deal Or No Deal raised eyebrows. A brother-like bond with Curren$y produced the classic project, How Fly, and another – Live In Concert – is supposedly still on the way. Kush & Orange Juice effectively turned him into a superstar. He settled down with a lady he truly cared for, had a seed with her and appears to love being a father more than he likes smoking weed.
He does all this while riding to the peaks of rap superstardom with essentially the same group of friends he started out with. And he gets to tour the world and get high as giraffe pussy while doing it. Calling a spade a spade, Wiz hasn’t done anything to warrant true malice and seems like one of the coolest rappers on the planet to kick it with.
Oh, Aubrey. All you’ve done since signing with Young Money is drop two incredible albums, become one of rap’s most marketable stars, flirt with some of the baddest girls in the game, and make so much money you literally don’t know what to do with it. You’ve also inspired more hate than you can shake a football glove at, most of it simple and uninspired, others down-right hilarious.
And you know what? That’s to be expected. One can make a great case for you being the brightest star in a genre full of them. A target that visible will always attract hate, no matter the product they push.
Anybody who’s ever met or seen Big Sean in person or concert knows he’s not actually big. He’s quite the opposite: barely creaking up towards 5’10” and totaling no more than 150 pounds of Givenchy bombers and Jesus pieces (rough estimate). So comes the name “Medium Sean,” as well as a litany of other complaints against dude like his struggle bars and being nothing more than Kanye’s lamprey.
But here’s the thing about Sean: even though he’s lived in Yeezy’s shadow since becoming one of G.O.O.D. Music’s first signees, he waited his time and then capitalized, growing as an artist before dropping two phenomenal mixtapes (Finally Famous Vol. 3 and Detroit), a solid debut (Finally Famous: The Album) and two of the most memorable Cruel Summer appearances on “Clique” and “Mercy.” Physically, he’s not big, but he most definitely is in impact. That’s all that really matters.
These days, the hate for Macklemore is thicker than Wendy Williams drinking a custard-made mix-shake. And, to think, it all happened because of one song – the inescapable “Thrift Shop.” Apparently, people don’t like when someone gets famous and still talks about buying cheap, second-hand clothes – even if that person happens to reinvest his money into something that actually matters; opposed to blowing it on superficial crap. Either way, this is unfortunate because the rest of said Seattle rapper’s album The Heist is filled with even more original and well-executed concepts. Said ideas are equally rousing and will probably get way more shade than warranted because of his self-made radio-stability.
Not a fan of his music? That’s well within your right as a rap listener. Flat out hate the guy? We ask, for what exactly? Because he’s arrogant at times and believes his skills trump that of his peers? That’s no different from any other rapper you bump consistently (and 95% of them don’t live up to their claims either). Bow Wow isn’t exactly a favorite around these parts, but to truly hate on a MC requires too much time and energy; neither of which we’re willing to muster.
Shad likely won’t revisit the heights of his pre-teen peak when he had every young girl’s heart in the early-to-mid 2000s and was known as “Mr. 106 & Park” (before he ended up hosting the same show that’s four or five years past its expiration date). Bow dropped several successful albums, highlighted by a fair share of monsters hits. Plus, he put together a somewhat decent acting career all while staying out of trouble.
He’s white. He raps about smoking weed and Kool-Aid and frozen pizza and women. So? Like the old saying about being a great author goes, write about what you know. Mac writes–albeit a lot–about what the average suburban Pittsburgh bro knows: women, weed, drinking. And having fun. Even the names of his mixtapes show he shouldn’t be held to the same thematic content as, say, Mobb Deep. He’s having fun and staying true to who he is. Yet the tipping point between him and Johnny Basketball down the street: he raps about it all really f*cking well.
What has J. Cole done to deserve being hated on, really? He put out a near-classic mixtape, slaughtered guest verses and it’s not like he dropped a bad debut album. He could have done much worse in his career. Mostly he gets so much flack for being consistent – his ceilings aren’t high and his lows aren’t that low. And in the Internet that sort of production equates to being “boring.” But honestly, there are probably thousands of people who would kill to have output as “boring” as Jermaine’s.