Freestyle the Art of Rhyme (Screenshot 5)
This screenshot of Medusa, of Los Angeles, may seem unflattering. On the 1970s elementary school yard, we would use the words “snaggle toof” but I’m only saying this because my heart is broke by her. You see I cold stepped to her back over 15 years ago and I got her pager number. And I straight blew up her pager, homes. But she never called me back. Dzzam! Cuzz!
I just could not resist recording the memory of this woman from Freestyle—The Art of Rhyme. She is emblematic of what captivated African women would call “the strong Black woman.” I ran my James Brown test on her and this is what I came up wit’:
- She is boss and she does draw a crowd.
- She does walk like she got the only lovin’ left.
- She does use what she got to get just what she want.
You may wonder in feminist hostility why I am not talking about the words of Medusa, her lyrics—her message. To be honest, I have not heard one of her songs and I left a message and she cold didn’t get back to me. Of course you are free to draw your sexist conclusions in the same manner a racist draws their fucked-up, pediatric, rusty tricycle kickstand conclusions. When you provoke me, you will find that my women voices over and above Medusa are Nina Simone and Millie Jackson. “What about a female rapper?” you ask. I can only recall the talents and grace of that one bad sistah from Digable Planets—too many female rappers passing by me seemed too formed and deformed by patriarchal male influence. Such is the “mis”-education of Lauryn Hill as maintained by Sony Music.
Bad rumors inform me that Medusa is not interested in getting my attention or anybody like me—especially as I do not smoke weed. Feel free to ask her yourself, she still may be performing at FAIS DO-DO here in Los Angeles. I can’t be sure but try to sort out http://www.onebadsista.com/. By now, I am sure she replaced her old pager with a mobile and eventually my number did change.
That screenshot of Medusa may seem unflattering but I likes that Afro and I hate the Black-plastic hair, blue jeans and pumps crippling our “strong” sisters today.