Rapping. A great and mysterious artform. But how did the greats light up the stage and wax a chump like a candle?
As far as we’re concerned, the rap reached its gaudy pinnacle when Deborah Harry slung mad verse in Rapture. Mad bars, yo.
However, the world disagrees. And rightfully so. How did the great lyricists of yore assemble da bomb? How did they put the opiates in dope?
Well, those wizened fools at Vox have tracked the shifting rhyme format, and the development of the genre as an art form.
Spoiler alert: Brace yourself for a lack of Vanilla Ice.