Imagine opening your phone, going to Instagram, and seeing some goofy looking clown with face tattoos scream into a camera while throwing money on the ground. This new clown, “tekashi 69” claims to be the boss of the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York.

I can’t help but think that the true Bed-Stuy legend Chris Wallace would shake his head in disapproval. These new rappers are trash, with no lyrical abilities. Yet a combination of “yea” “Uh” and some inaudible grumbling noises can make the billboards top 100.

Luckily I’m not the only one who realizes the problem with the current rap game. Rapper J Cole, a respectable lyricist recently dropped his new album KOD where in the song “1985” Cole rips up all of the “lil [name]” rappers.

I wasn’t even born in the 90’s but I respect the original rap when it was good. The old rap songs told stories, it in a form was poetry. Today these young rappers with too much money only sing about money and drugs.

It’s a shame that many of these classic rappers are gone, but their music lives on, lil pump, lil skies, tekashi 69, trippie red, as the great Biggie Smalls once said “your reign on the top is short like a leprechaun”, most of these rappers won’t be relevant in three years.