Someone give The Game the Presidential Medal of Freedom already. Please.
Esquire profiled Osama bin Laden's anonymous killer this week, and in the piece is an interesting little tidbit that's just now getting notice: The Shooter listened to The Game for motivation. Specifically, the song above. Why? "It's about putting blood on the ground," he said. "We were the Red Team and we were going to leave some blood."
I feel real patriotic. I feel real American. I feel like I had — 'cause what if he was listening to, like, John Mayer? Than he probably would've missed the shot or something. But I feel like "Red Nation" had him on-point.
I would've never imagined that they would be getting pumped up and ready to go on a mission, a field mission to kill bin Laden. I know dudes that do it in the locker room — football players, basketball players. You never just think that that secret, silent bin Laden team is pumping your music. But they've got to be pumping somebody. So I just appreciate that it's me, man. That's fuking crazy.
Not surprised. The Game—and rap itself—bring out greatness. Greatness! Think of the amount of Jay-Z blared in locker rooms and before baseball players' at-bats. Think of how "Swimming Pools" will fire up a pregame. (Just me?) Think again of the fact that THE GAME BASICALLY KILLS TERRORISTS.
But there are people out there who still discount the impact of rap. Exhibit A is this student columnist from UF, who wrote this week about how "rap just sucks, plain and simple," and in between some of the obvious racial coding that normally comes with these columns ("filthy, untalented thugs"), as well as truly creative grammar use ("Bob Dylan, according to Rolling Stone readers, was the best songwriters of all time") dropped this:
But if there is something that we can all agree is the best, it’s this: the content of the lyrics. No one can deny that Bob Dylan, according to Rolling Stone readers, was the best songwriters of all time. Meanwhile, everyone can admit that the rap industry is characterized by some of the most inarticulate and unintelligible lyricists who confuse clever wordplay and humorous puns for childish metaphors and lay-z innuendos.
I’ll be honest with you. I can’t stand rap. I believe that it is the most profligate and ignoble profession of all.
Rappers spew filth and objectify women. They glorify violence and promote drug use. Paradoxically, they are the most outspoken about the War in Iraq and women’s rights — and so are their listeners.
Welllll.... You know what, not going to go into all the things wrong about those three paragraphs.
I've got to ask: In lieu of the bin Laden info we just received... Why do you hate America?