At the dawn of last year, we wrote a piece titled Rap Clichés That Need to Stop in 2013, and naively thought that that would be the end of it. It wasn’t, and although the majority of clichés that we mentioned – All Illuminati Everything Production and Kush-Infused Cinematography – have been buried in a HTML grave that’ll undoubtedly resurface in a circular fashion ten years later, 2013 brought a whole bunch of new clichés that need to be killed off.To copy and paste the opening paragraph that we used in last years piece: cliché’s aren’t a bad thing. They’re the reason that I can bootstrap an L, put on a Snoop Dogg record, and know that I’m going to have a great puff, puff, pass soundtrack. Without clichés, there would be no genre, and the good artists, like Snoop, use and avoid platitudes in order to subvert and meet expectation.However, a lot of clichés are a load of shit. They’re checkboxes, banal ticks that certain breeds of artist feel they have to tick to reach 100,000 followers on Twitter. Here are a couple of things that need to stop being dick-ridden in 2014.One of the best components of hip hop is listening to rappers get hot and heavy with their wordplay, shotting insults like a GCSE student with a topboy reputation to uphold. Kendrick’s “Control” wasn’t a straight-up diss, but it’s the most recent example of how a name-checking call-to-arms can ignite the rap game. It upset Drake, because Drake believes he’s the best, and the two started to engage in the tamest argument that I’ve seen outside of the comment section on a video by The Wanted. Drake called out Kendrick on Future's "Shit" remix, saying, "I hear you talk about your city like you run that." Then Kendrick called out Drake by saying something about a soft rapper wearing pyjama clothes. Fuck that. I don’t want to hear sorority girl style subliminal shade from artists that purport to have gone blow-for-blow with any Mexican (Yup, Pusha we saw your tweet 'to' Lil Wayne hours after Dedication 5 dropped). I want to hear straight up Ethers. I want a “Hailies Revenge” and a “Real Muthafuckin’ G’s”. If you’re not fucking someone in the arse with “No Vaseline” then you’re just making love.
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