"People hate on post-golden era hip-hop and tried to distance themselves from the word “urban,” listened to electronic, indie rock, cry-in-her-sweater-when-she-let’s-your-friend-hit type emo hot trash. I even remember some of these corny street wear boutiques putting out Japanese electronic sit on a bottle of Head & Shoulders mix-tapes while pretending like every thing in the store isn’t “urban” inspired. I rocked Air Forces, purple whatever, and kept the stickers on my hat until last year. I never understood how people could grow up 15, 20 years, riding for hip-hop and then just toss it to the side ’cause it wasn’t cool to rock baggy jeans anymore, fuckin’ fugazis. Styles come and go, but if you listened to hip-hop ’cause of that, shoot yourself. Like post-Jordan NBA subliminal racists hating on AI talking about how they think college basketball is a better game, please speak with your eyes open, my g. These four corners, take an hour to shoot, NCAA fools couldn’t drop a triple-double at Stuytown. Dipset, NBA, and Mono Sodium Glutemate forever. Hip-hop will never die and the real isn’t “back,” because it always was. Don’t tell the rest of us it’s over because you voluntarily paid $200 to put your balls in a selvage denim headlock like a fucking retard." - Eric @ CS Techcast