OK, so I’m assuming that you read my last post, which served to introduce you to the actors in the drama known as the Azealia-Azalea War. If you didn’t, catch up here. I’ll wait. (Next time, read that shit when I post it and stop playin’ so damn much.)
We all up to speed now? Brilliant.
Now there are those who would say that this disagreement is all about Iggy being some kind of hipster racist. They say that because, well, young Amethyst (her government name) had the gall to refer to herself as a “runaway slave…master” in a reshaping of a Kendrick Lamar lyric. OK. Shit, I’ll admit that was foul. Foul like, you might get invited to speak at the Republican National Convention foul — but Iggs later admitted as much. As she said in her apology, she was trying to walk the line, but ended up linecrossing like a muphucka.
Well, our friend Ms. Azealia Banks wasn’t trying to hear Iggy apologin’ though, and she let it be known via Twitter…but only AFTER Iggy made the 2012 XXL Freshman Class cover. That brings us to the second theory about the origin of this here catfight: envy. Here’s an in-depth look at Azealia Banks’ opening salvos:
“Iggy Azalea on the XXL freshman list is all wrong…How can you endorse a white woman who called herself a ‘runaway slave master’?
Sorry guys. But I’m pro black girl…I’m not anti white girl, but I’m also not here for any1 outside of my culture trying to trivialize very serious aspects of it. In any capacity. *kanye shrug*”
Look, I can’t say what the truth actually is. I don’t know these women personally, and Banks is totally right about the slavemaster lyric. No doubt about that. But why did it take an industry tip of the hat to your fellow newcomer for you to open your exquisitely fashioned mouth and say something, love? When you couple this with the fact that Banks has also been vocal about her issues with Nicki Minaj, and most recently Lil’ Kim, her credibility starts to falter.
Then throw in the fact that her most publicized fracas before the one with Iggy was with white, female rapper Kreayshawn, John the Baptist to Iggy’s Jesus. From where I sit, Banks was just itchin’ for an excuse to throw some verbal bullets Kreay’s way — homegirl did absolutely nothing to deserve the Twitter poison that Banks poured all over her mentions. After all of that, Azealia Banks starts to look an awful lot like a highly talented, beautiful, potentially groundbreaking woman with some serious bitch tendencies.
Meanwhile, almost everything Iggy says off-stage seems level-headed and wise. For example:
“People expect me to drag [Kreayshawn] through the mud. I don’t need to and I don’t want to do that. I think there aren’t enough girls in hip-hop…I want to be the number-one person, but I don’t want to drag people through the mud when I know how hard it is to be a female rapper. I want there to be other people out there. I don’t want to win by default because there is no one else.”
— Iggy Azalea
On the real, it makes my ass itch to see a white woman reach that higher plane while the sister seems to still be stuck at the gate. (I know that’s a different kinda plane, but I like the metaphor. Sue me.)
I mean, black women have it hard, y’all. Blah, blah, overblown stat about proportionately more young American sisters being single. Blah, blah, stat about filling in the shoes of black men who are overly incarcerated, gay or no damned good. And finally, blah, blah, blah, stat about the overall detrimental psychological, economic, and social implications of being a double minority. Seriously, even if some of the above has been exaggerated to the extent of borderline stereotyping, they deal with a lot. And I don’t think that possessing some of the world’s greatest
asses assets makes up for the shortfall.
In a strange twist though, the rap world itself is like a parallel universe of our own. It’s a grotesque distortion, with white women occupying the place usually reserved for black women, i.e. the bottom rung. In that world, it is THEY who are the double minority, trying to find a voice, then yell loud enough so that they can be heard over the din of the doubts and suspicions pumpin’ out their neighbors’
Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t worried about Iggy. Regardless of whether she’s better than her contemporaries or not — and for the record I have to say that although Iggy’s certainly got some skills, Azealia Banks simply has a tighter flow — Iggy is gon’ be more than aight. Why? Because she’s got something that pop culture has been dying to see: the looks of a hyper-European runway model (I’ve seen glass doors darker than her), street cred courtesy of Grand Hustle and (her man?) A$AP Rocky, plus some undeniable talent thrown in for good measure.
So, while she’s endured the trials of double minority status thus far, I predict that she’ll break through rap’s obsidian ceiling very, very soon. Finally, the man from 8 Mile will have a queen with whom to share the Throne of the Great White Hope.
And where does that leave Ms. Banks? She’ll be fine, too. Even if she stays on her Euro shit and drops an album with hella EDM tendencies, she’ll blow up in Europe and make some noise with cosmopolitan white folks in the States. If she scales it back just a little, she’ll be massive here, too. Hey, Nicki could use some company, and Banks has way too much potential to be ignored.
But don’t take my word for it. Read what one of Banks’ fans had to say in a comment they left about her “212” video on YouTube:
“this may sound stupid but you heard it from me first – she’s like a black, female, Eminem, what a GREAT track…”
Parallel universes, indeed.