In accordance with house's stranglehold on the music industry, no one cares about hip-hop anymore.
This apathy towards rap has led to a serious decline in artistic integrity and mad skillz of MCs.
Inversely, there has been a surge in hilariously ignorant dudes who have picked up the mic, successfully captivating rap audiences by means other than lyrical prowess (See: Soulja Boy, Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka, Tyler Gildin)
The latest of the bunch is Lil B, formerly of the Pack (got my Vans on, but they look like sneakers)
He's an internet phenomenon with over 20 million YouTube hits, daily video freestyle drops and hilarious tweets, like this one:
His fans call him "the Based God" as he is the inventor of a genre he calls "Based Music". "What is this music derived from base," you ask?
Okay, so he's no William Blake ( yea I reference poets of the Romanticism era, step your Wikipedia game up), but his bass-heavy tracks will burrow themselves in your mind like a carnivorous earwig.
Did I mention that his "Cooking Dance" is currently rivaling the Dougie in popularity and his "Thank You Based God" meme has become omnipresent on forums and blogs?
Well who the fuck are you? Johnny Memory? Go fuck yourself.
In conclusion, I salute you Based God, for you have brought me gifts of infinite swag and that's a lot more than any other God has ever done for me.
Plus, I've never been re-tweeted by Jesus or Allah. Swag! Chef! Cook!