There comes a point in every man’s life when he decides he’s going to brake tradition, he’s going to stand up and be counted, he’s going to go against what society thinks is acceptable, he’s going to rap.
For the white British Male this is a particularly difficult thing to pull off.
He’s probably just watched 8 mile and thinks “Well if I can sing along to Eminem I could totally flow”. He grips the mike (A can of lynx) and begins “Hey Diddle diddle, I wish I wouldn’t piddle. I hit a mo fo then I learnt to riddle.” …Hmmmmm needs some work.
Luckily after about a week of exploring the difficulties of growing up in a 3 bedroom semi through cliché similes and a fake American accent, the phase passes. Most men realise, rap is a complicated art, much like playing an instrument, it’s som