Gather 'round, partygoers, that's if you're still living/
And get on down to the old Slick rhythm/
Now this one here is called The Ruler, my dear/
It's a mere party booster that'll set things clear/
If you're familiar, those lyrics hit you with the tingles in the tummy, don't they?
Was it how Rick's flow made you think you were having a conversation with him? Was it how his punched-in rhymes made you feel like you were screwing around with your friends? Was it how his melodic flow on "Teenage Love" invited you to sing along, but its deeper meaning forced you to rewind?
But on The Great Adventures of Slick Rick, MC Ricky D spoke from his core self. And we responded. Because deep down that's what we want—something genuine.
But don't we want that in life, not just in our hip hop music? The relationship where we're understood? The career where we can wear the clothes we'd wear on our day off? The spirit of being genuine doesn't have to come from a rapper, does it?
Rick wasn't playing with his skills. He went through whatever it took to come up with those stories and make them sound effortless.
The hip hop world could have been like, "What? A kiddie story about a child running from a cop, entering a drug house, and crashing a car? Nah, Rick, you're too out there."
But The Great Adventures of Slick Rick was accepted. Rick was being himself, no matter the risk, and we're still responding.
Being ourselves in life will get us made fun of and rejected. Our feelings might get hurt. We could be lonely. But isn't it low key worth it, just to know what it feels like to be us?
Should we really go through life releasing subpar albums in the form of safe choices that don't lead anywhere?
Somebody, please, get on the mic and bare your soul!
Getting made fun of will make you not a douche. Spending time alone feels good in the long run. Ever met someone who was never told their ideas or personality sucked? The teenager who's only singing at the event because it's their dad's work thing? Yeah, they're weird, delusional, and living in a distorted reality.
Your life was shitty? Cool. Your parents were weird? Awesome. You were dumb in school? I'm starting to like you more.
Nothing should stand between our internal flames and the world. That doesn't have to be a tired self-improvement bullet point, it can be a lesson we learn from people like Slick Rick.