It’s your friendly neighborhood rapper, Macklemore. My mother always told me that when it comes to being angry, it’s better to be Mack-le-less, than Mack-le-more. I need to flip the script on that, because gosh darnit, I’m downright angry and Macklemotional. Recently, I’ve been the target of a lot of hateful backlash. A Backlemorelash, if you will.
People being mad at me gets me so darn-tootin angry and stressed out. My hairstyle isnt some fashion choice, it’s an awkward baldness that occurs due to the stress of unnecessary criticism.
I’ve just had the most amazing night of my long career – I won four Grammy’s and performed a song with Madonna in some sort of odd cowboy outfit, that also included over 30 marriages simultaneously officiated by Queen Latifah. I had a perfect moment on that stage, like living a classic 80’s movie montage all in one instant.
Instead of being able to bathe in my success like Scrooge McDuck in that pool of gold coins, I’ve had to be a humble winner. I recognize not everyone will like my music, people say I rap like I’m a Hallmark card. But friends, Hallmark cards can be good too. I’m accessible, and can make you feel better for a birthday, after surgery, or during your Bat Mitzvah. I’m universal, that doesn’t mean I’m terrible.
Because I won a Grammy for Rap Album of the Year, I’ve had to publicly text my good pal Kendrick Lamar letting him know I thought he had the better rap album and he got robbed. Heck, I already said this in an Source interview. Good Kid, Maad City is classic like my Aunt’s Thanksgiving pumpkin pie, there is no denying it!
Also, people, don’t get upset if the Grammy’s dont agree with your music tastes! Grammy’s aren’t the measure of an albums worth, that is determined by how you hold it up in your heart. Holy smokes, I really do sound like a Hallmark card.
Hip-Hop legends have blasted me for winning Rap Album of the Year, because I’m not “Hip-Hop.” My album has pop hits, sure. But gee willikers, my beats knock thanks to Ryan Lewis. Also, The Heist doesn’t exactly feature Katy Perry or Britney Spears – I have Kendrick Lamar’s own team on this album, including Schoolboy Q and Ab-Soul. You are telling me those two aren’t Hip-Hop? Don’t think so, amigos.
Where was this criticism that I wasn’t Hip-Hop when I was trying my darndest as an underground Hip-Hop artist from Seattle? I’m not some 20 year old whippersnapper, I’ve been making music for a while. I came up with the likes of talented independent hip-hop acts like Blue Scholars and Common Market. If you define “Hip-Hop” as mid-90’s boom-bap, then yeah, I guess I may not fit that definition. Trying to fit in that box previously in my career is probably why I did not see lots of success until much later.
I blew up because of my hombre Ryan Lewis’ incredible production and my songwriting shifted to a more accessible lane. Many popular Hip-Hop hits continue to glorify violence, drug use, and opulence – I got famous off of rapping about marriage equality and buying cheap stuff at a thrift store. I got big largely off of conscious jams, shouldn’t conscious Hip-Hop fans have my back a little?
Let’s talk about “Same Love” for a minute. This song got released at the optimal time for effect, as the nation has started to sway in favor of gay marriage state-by-state thanks to President Obama coming out in favor of gay marriage. The release of the single was perfect timing, like when you put all your chips in a game of Blackjack and you get a blackjack immediately. I already tackled the complicated race issues of being a white rapper in Hip-Hop, a culture spawned from socio-political oppression, on “White Privilege.”
Ten years ago on this track, I rapped that I “got the best deal, the music without the burden.” And I can’t be successful in Hip-Hop only because I’m white, but I have recognized its positive impact on my career even prior to being famous. There are literally thousands of failed white rappers who had the same skin pigmentation advantage and flopped harder than Ryan Leaf on a Humpback whale.
With my skills in rhyming about complex issues in a clear manner, I tackled gay marriage and knocked it out of the park. So “Same Love” may not meet the definition of “boom-bap” Hip-Hop or popular Hip-Hop today; but my rhymes still brought people together in a pretty amazing way.
I was getting so much love from Hip-Hop with songs I released a while ago like “Wings” and “My Oh My.” All of a sudden I become successful, I’m a target now for being whack? Do people just hate musicians and celebrities to make themselves feel better?
My friends, let me tell you one thing – hating on me won’t make you feel better. Creating something and trying to improve yourself – whether it be through music,cooking, writing, travelling, learning a new language, etc – that’s how you should try to feel better about yourself. Hallmark better start giving me royalties for these gems.
The Heist isn’t the best rap album by far, but it is a multi-platinum album built with years of creating solid singles and self-earned buzz. What other rap artist in the last decade can say they built their own credibility without a cosign? Drake had his friend Wayne, Kanye had his big brother Jay-Z, all I had during that time was a crippling drug addiction and a bag of Pogs. Let me enjoy my success, dangit.
So friends and patriots, lay off the haterade, go Seahawks, and Save our Sonics.
Ta Ta For Now,