I didn’t think that what Iggy Azalea does is considered hip hop, but she and others do, and she also thinks that she’s the Nelson Mandela of it. Iggy isn’t the first white chick rapper (Debbie Harry and Polly from Teen Witch, anyone?) and she’s not the first (or 20th) rapper to sell millions of albums, but she still thinks she’s changed hip hop and made it more mainstream. Will plastic surgeon please warn patients that sometimes the plastic jelly they inject into their ass can travel up to their brain and eat their sense of reason?
While talking to GQ about her first world arena tour and other shit, Itchy Aerola (copyright: Azealia Banks) said that she knows that people could refer her as “Who dat?” in four years, but she hopes she’ll be pussy popping in her leotard at the white pubes-having, Vagisil-slathering, Metamucil-drinking, geriatric age of 35. Will somebody please educate this trick and show her pictures of Madonna’s old ass thrusting her seasoned cooch in a leotard? Iggy also said that if her career dies young, at least she’ll know that she made a change. And here’s your daily dose of Vitamin Delusion:
Fast-forward to the end of your career. What do you want your legacy to be?
You never know how long you’ll be in people’s good graces, especially in this business. So I hope it’s long—but I could be here for three or four years and then be out, like most artists. So it depends. I might be here for a long time. At the very worst, if I have a short-lived career, at least I could say I sparked a change—that I inspired some leniency in what people accept in hip-hop. And if I have a very long career and can be gyrating in a leotard at 35, that would be great.
People say some harsh things about you. What helps you bear up under that?
Uh, awards season helps. Anytime where people get to choose who they want to have a voice and they choose me, I just think that makes it worth it. And that gives me the patience to just bite my tongue. When people choose me as the person they think should be speaking for them, I think, Well, I don’t really care what someone in the industry or another artist has to say about it. Your opinion is biased anyway, because you want people to listen to your voice. So having actual people who choose me, it makes me think, I have a place, and I don’t care what other people have to say about it. I was a fan of rap music growing up, and I didn’t feel like there were enough characters that represented me and my situation. So I think it’s needed.
It was totally needed. White Australian chicks with bad Southern accents and plastic medicine ball asses can thank Iggy for representing them in the hip hop world. Every day I pray to be represented in hip hop by a bitter, jaded, skinny fat, Salvadoranese, gay rapper who loves She-Ra and Hot Fries. But seriously, Iggy is right. I’m sure that in a few years, rap historians will say that Iggy’s “Fancy” did for hip hop what Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech did for the civil rights movement.
And how many rappers can say that they were a Jeopardy! answer (that nobody got)?
Who dat, who dat, indeed.
Here’s the hip hop vanguard filling her Ferrari up with gas in L.A. the other day.