On the 3rd episode of Take No Prisoners Radio, hosts Seb and Camille H discuss the rise of socially conscious mainstream rap, “ratchet rap” and cultural misappropriation. For the second half, Paul Porter, entertainment industry veteran & founder of RapRehab joins the show to reveal the music industry’s dirty secrets. Also, check out new music by Open Mike Eagle, De La Soul ft. Chuck D, RA the Rugged Man and Sa-Roc.


Are you a street savvy “bad boy” who loves rap and dreams of becoming a hip hop legend like Tupac Shakur?

If so, a major record company is looking for you.

Physical requirements:

  • White/Caucasian
  • Early 20’s (no older than 25)
  • Between 5′ 8 and 6′ 1
  • Model-type, athletic
  • Well-tanned
  • Short hair (ex: Channing Tatum)
  • Body tattoos (no face tattoos)

Looking for someone with natural swag, street smarts, and good looks who feels comfortable rapping about street life while appealing to a 12-17 year old white female demographic. Must know street slang and speak with “flavor”. Rapping experience a plus but not required. Must be a team player as you will be working closely with a group of songwriters, vocal coaches, and image consultants.

If this sounds like you, please submit the following:

  • A short video explaining why you think you should be selected
  • 2 to 3 pictures (including headshot and full-body shot)
  • Links to music and/or videos (if available)

Email your material to TheNextTupac@gmail.com.

Deadline is March 15, 2015.

Good luck!

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ATTENTION: This is satire. However, given the state of the music business, give it a few more months and this may become a reality.

The email address listed above is real. I initially wanted to use “TheWhiteTupac@gmail.com” as an address but it was already taken. The irony!  Of course, if someone actually submits their material, I may just be sharing it in a forthcoming article.  Stay tuned. This could get ugly.

This article can also be found at http://raprehab.com/major-label-launches-search-white-tupac/


Hello Azealia,

Your interview with Ebro, your beef with Kendrick, T.I. and Iggy, and your public Twitter war with Lupe piqued my curiosity and compelled me to reach out to you directly.  You’re everywhere these days. Half of the posts on my Facebook timeline are about you.  Music blogs report every little thing you say and everything you tweet, hyping up the drama, but overlooking the deeper points you make.  As a Hip Hop culture critic and writer, I’m much more interested in those deeper points that cornball bloggers and dime-a-dozen racists seem to gloss over.

Truth is, I didn’t know much about your music except for that “212” joint you dropped a few years ago.  It wasn’t really my thing.  I’m more of a traditionalist so if it’s not Boom Bap Hip Hop, heavy on dusty chopped up samples and grimy kicks and snares, it usually doesn’t resonate with me.  But out of fairness, I decided to check out your latest project before writing this letter and sharing my unsolicited 2 cents. While your album didn’t really move me, as someone who grew up with House music, I respect what you’re doing and recognize that it’s light years ahead of the trash on the radio.  But at the end of the day, I’m just not the audience for it.

With that said, after having read countless comments from people calling you crazy, a bitch, a dumb hoe, and other derogatory terms for simply voicing your mind, I want to let you know that I’m proud of you for boldly speaking up about the bullshit plaguing mainstream rap music. Too many popular rappers use their platform to spread mindless gossip rather than sharing thought-provoking ideas.  Everything you’ve been saying about Iggy, cultural misappropriation, and the state of Black culture is worthy of public discourse and likely to motivate your fans to do some research…even if the part about Black people being “Naturally Born Seers, Diviners, Witches and Wizards” may confuse a whole lot of folks.

While your delivery may be “rough around the edges”, given a little bit of time and experience, I trust you’ll be able to express your views in a much more polished manner.  Still, I agree with your stance on Iggy. I agree with your perspective on the watering-down of rap music. I agree with everything you said regarding Black culture around the world being erased. This shit has been going on for a long time.  And for many years now, rap artists have been silenced, muted, neutered, and verbally castrated by mainstream media for speaking about social issues and challenging the status quo . It’s good to know that things are changing with artists like you leading the way.

Surprisingly, your music doesn’t reflect your social awareness…or maybe I’m missing something.  However, now that you have the world’s attention, it’s the perfect time to infuse some of your insight and socially relevant themes into your music. While promoting your new album, it would be dope to release a few free joints on the side, basically speaking on the issues you seem passionate about (i.e. reparations, African traditions, etc). It would be a perfect opportunity to educate your younger listeners, and even adults who may not always understand what you’re talking about on Twitter or your various radio interviews.

We’re at a point in Hip Hop right now, at least in the mainstream world, where rappers with meaningful content are becoming more accepted. I hate to bring up the same rappers that everyone keeps naming but Kendrick Lamar and J Cole are two artists who are definitely at the forefront of bringing lyricism back to mainstream rap.  Of course, I know you’re not feeling Kendrick but it’s hard to deny the fact that he’s impacted popular rap in a big way…even if you feel he’s a sellout. Bottom line is, the world is sick and tired of hearing the same garbage that commercial rap has been selling us for the past 15 years. That’s why I think it’s a perfect time for you to rap about the issues you unapologetically express outside your music. I’m sure you’re probably tired of hearing people giving you their opinion about what they think you should do, but please believe me when I tell you that I have your best interest at heart.

Even though some people have ridiculed you for being emotional during your interview with Ebro and Rosenberg, I really felt your spirit, and I was happy to see you being so open and unafraid to be who you are. With all of these frontin’ ass rappers out here, talking loud and saying nothing, your vulnerability was a breath of fresh air and proved that you have a bigger heart than most of these industry clowns.  In a world where artists, especially rappers, are being constantly dehumanized, it’s refreshing to see someone who isn’t afraid to be human.  Don’t let the industry ever take that away from you.



This article is also published at http://raprehab.com/open-letter-azaleia-banks/


This is just an illustration, not my actual family.


My wife is Black. I’m white. And we’re raising our biracial children to be Black and proud of it.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past year…or the past 500 years, America isn’t a big fan of Black people. Sure, some Black celebrities seem to have overcome racial discrimination (at least in public), and Barack Obama’s presidency still manages to deceive “color blind” unicorn chasers into believing that we live in a post-racial society. But in the real world, white supremacy is alive and well, and Black people are still getting the short end of the nightstick.

Every 28 hours (research shows it might actually be less), a police officer or vigilante reminds the world that Black lives don’t matter. Around the nation, countless schools that primarily serve Black students have been forced to close their doors, reminding us that Black children don’t matter. From Brooklyn to Los Angeles, predominantly Black neighborhoods are being gentrified to make room for hipsters who need to be closer to their jobs, reminding us that Black people can be brushed aside when they’re “in the way”. In the meantime, job seekers with names like Keisha or DeShawn have to consider the possibility that their resumes might be thrown away, reminding us that Black identity in its most basic form is enough to trigger fear, discrimination, and hate.

Through mainstream rap music and reality TV, the entertainment industry promotes the worst in racial stereotypes, reminding us that Black lives exist only to entertain. Movies like Exodus erase Black people out of history and replace them with quasi British white people, reminding us that Black people can be conveniently edited out of existence. Black people aren’t even allowed to portray fictional characters, whether it be Idris Alba as the next James Bond or John Boyega as a Black Stormtrooper in the new Star Wars, without a trillion racists screaming bloody murder on talk radio and Fox.com’s comment section, reminding us that Black people have no right to exist even as figments of someone’s imagination.

This is the world in which my biracial children live: a place where Black people are made to feel inferior; a place where mixed kids like mine consider choosing their white side in an attempt to escape the hate they see around them everyday.

But in my household, Black is beautiful. It’s powerful. It’s celebrated. It goes against the popular narrative. It’s a reality my children embrace with pride. It’s their legacy, a link to greatness. It’s the freedom fighters in Ferguson and across the nation who stand on the shoulders of their predecessors. It’s Malcolm and Martin. It’s Bobby and Huey. It’s Bayard Rustin and Fannie Lou Hamer. It’s Yosef Ben-Jochannan, John Henrik Clark, and Frances Cress-Welsing. It’s Assata and Angela. It’s Charles Drew. It’s Marcus Garvey. It’s Ida B. Wells and Mary McLeod Bethune. It’s Lewis Latimer and Benjamin Banneker. It’s Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth. It’s the millions who fought for Black survival and dignity. It’s Queen Nzingha and Shaka Zulu. It’s the Ashanti people and the scholars of Timbuktu. It’s Auset and Ausar. It’s Maat. It’s Imhotep. It’s unapologetic Black genius from the inception of civilization, science, medicine, music, poetry, and architecture. It’s the birth of humankind.

It’s Chuck D and Rakim. It’s MC Lyte and Lauryn Hill. It’s Sade and Bob Marley. It’s Curtis Mayfield and Gladys Knight. It’s Stevie Wonder and Donny Hathaway. It’s Fela Kuti and Marlena Shaw. It’s John Coltrane and Billie Holiday. It’s Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni, and Langston Hughes. It’s Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee. It’s James Baldwin and James Brown. It’s The Last Poets. It’s Chuck Berry and Big Mama Thornton. It’s Paul Robeson. It’s Hip Hop, R&B, Reggae, Rock & Roll, the Blues, Jazz, and Gospel. It’s the drums, the syncopation, the movement, the riff, the scat, the breath itself.

It’s everything the world around them will otherwise teach them to forget about who they are, where they come from, and how much power they possess.

Are they being denied their white side? Of course not. They have half of their loving family to remind them of it and an elaborate global infrastructure set up to maintain it by any means necessary. Their white heritage will be fine. It’s never been jeopardized, compromised, disrespected, disregarded, under-valued, silenced, fetishized (see Iggy), threatened, attacked, or oppressed on a mass scale. The side I’m concerned about is the one that still requires a hashtagged reminder that in 2015, Black Lives Matter. Thankfully, in my household, not a day goes by that my children aren’t reminded of this truth.

Ironically, I know that I must now brace myself for all the hate mail and racist comments I’ll undoubtedly receive as a result of this article. And that’s exactly why my wife and I celebrate our children’s Black heritage. The rest of the world certainly won’t do it for us.

This article can also be found at http://raprehab.com/raising-pro-black-biracial-children/

2014 in review

Posted: December 30, 2014 in Uncategorized

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 16,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.


On my way to pick up my son from school, emotionally paralyzed, my mind in a fog, I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to tell him that, once again, a Black man’s life wasn’t important enough to charge the officers who savagely killed him, even when the murder was caught on video for the world to see. How will my teenage son respond to this news, only a few days after darren wilson’s tragic non-indictment?  What kind of psychological effect will society’s blatant disregard for Black life have on his self-esteem?

My wife and I have raised our son to be socially-conscious and culturally-aware. We’ve had “the talk” more times than I can count. But is that enough to stop the world from labeling him a “thug” just because he’s Black? He knows how to interact with police to minimize any possible friction, should he ever be randomly stopped. But it’s clear that the police doesn’t always know how to interact with citizens, no matter how harmless they are. But it’s bigger than the cops. My son is painfully aware that the people who make up the grand juries that declined to indict Mike Brown and Eric Garner’s killers aren’t cops but everyday people like teachers, doctors, bus drivers, grocery store workers, housewives, moms, dads, and other common folk. Is his life worth less in the eyes of those ordinary people he interacts with on a daily basis….the same ordinary people whose decision absolved the killers of Black men?

My son watches the news and hears police chiefs, judges, commentators, legal experts, lawyers, and other pundits tell him to trust the judicial process, even when we know that those who are in charge of this process are often liars who manipulate the truth to fit their agenda. He listens to these so-called experts nonchalantly explain why the cops are justified in their actions while millions around the world protest a broken system. My son’s coming of age during the era of Trayvon Martin, Ezell Ford, Aiyana Jones, John Crawford, Tarika Wilson, Rekia Boyd, Jordan Davis, and so many more. He’s part of the #blacklifematters generation because that statement is as true today as it was centuries ago. He’s seen the system fail repeatedly and knows that this country has a long history of racial injustices it’s never honestly dealt with. He’s seen the stats and knows that every 28 hours, a Black man is killed by a police officer or vigilante, or that Black men are 21 times more likely to be killed by police than white men. Should he be blamed for having little faith in this brand of justice?

My younger daughter, albeit too young to grasp the severity of what is unfolding, clearly sees that something is wrong. While watching Bob McCullouch announce wilson’s non-indictement a few days ago, she stomped her feet and punched the couch. She was hurt. She thought about her older brother. I probably should have sent her out of the room to shield her heart and mind from this madness but she lives in a world where this is a reality that can’t be ignored…even in elementary school where her peers discuss the news regularly.

My son’s a good kid. He does well in school, has a sharp sense of humor, likes video games, and loves animals. In many ways, he’s a typical teen. He also possesses a deep understanding of his ancestral roots, something my wife and I know is absolutely crucial to a child’s healthy development and well-being. Sadly, no amount of “good” parenting can prevent self-proclaimed vigilantes, like Zimmerman, or cops who are judged unfit for duty, as is the case with the officer who killed 12 year old Tamir Rice, from their deep-seated racism and trigger-happy inclinations. And as a parent, that scares me to death.

You can also find this article at http://raprehab.com/tell-son-value-life/