In this modern world where rappers are selling mineral water and buying sporting franchises, it's nice to take a moment to remember when the mere mention of "rap music" made the middle classes shudder with fear and lock up their lily white daughters as soon as they caught wind of news that the jive-talkin' black folk were touring through their town. It was in just this type of environment that Rev Run, DMC and Jam Master Jay (R.I.P.) diverted the mainstream with songs about sneakers and how difficult it is to write good rhymes (it's still tricky, believe me). Not that I necessarily give a fuck about a Hall of Fame, but it's still nice to see the first Hip Hop superstars recognised as such.
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