Fuckin War Paint. How does it work?
ICP is too often the butt of jokes in the Hip Hop Community, and why not? The rhymes are tired, the flow is generic, and the beats are boring. And the lyrics are stupid. That, and they went to war with the invincible Slim Shady (that never goes well for anybody). They never miss an opportunity to make themselves look willfully ignorant - maybe even stupid.
So what's with all the fans?
They exist by the thousands. Hundreds of thousands. Juggalos (hope I spelled that right). And don't diss the Clowns within earshot of a Juggalo; they carry hatchets. Dedicated superfans, every one. How?
Fuckin magnets. That is all.
Yes, those of us who wish the ICP would just go away probably outnumber the Juggalos at least 10 to 1. As my friend - Hip Hop / Comedy Activist and Media Assassin Jack Wilson - put it, we don't accept the ICP as a part of Hip Hop; they are their own thing and that's it.
From where I'm sitting, the situation defies reason. Rappers with no discernible talent for rap, rhyming over beats that pretty much suck, picking fights with giants and losing... It's kind of the American Dream, minus the sucking and losing part.
You may have noticed all the subjective language so far. There's the problem. *I* think they suck. Those legions of fans? They don't. Statistically there's a better chance there's something wrong with *me* than with the ICP. Or their fans.
That spooks me a little.
Seriously. There's nothing wrong with me. Except all that stuff.
I dunno. Judge not lest? Something like that. No, really. We got better things to do than hate the Clowns or the Juggalos. It's a waste of time and energy.
Besides... Without ICP, miracles would go sorely under-appreciated. Who would stand in awe of the mighty rainbow? Who would take the time and imagination to understand fuckin magnets? Who would question the motivations of scientists to explain it all?
We'd have to rely on these two.
Yeah, I went there.
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