Japanese Rappers Can’t Even Wet a Hot Tokyo Office lady

2Pac once made Madonna wet.

His voice carried faith, class, and chaos — enough to move even a goddess.

And Japanese rappers?

They can’t even wet a sexy Tokyo office lady.

Cruel, but true.

They mimic Black men and pose with guns.

Never a revolver — you have to aim with that.

They spray beats like kids with water pistols.

Their women aren’t Black women.

Not mothers, not symbols of faith — just cheap copies from porn.

Their taste is shallow, their sound hollow, their “culture” paper-thin.

The popular ones? Just middle-aged men

who got slightly good at rhyming and mastered self-promotion.

They worship “karma” like salarymen kissing up to their boss.

That’s not culture — it’s corporate fear dressed as rebellion.

Kids who grew up on school lunches rap about hunger.

Boys from Kawasaki pretend they’re from Compton.

They burn incense to someone else’s history and call it “real.”

There’s no culture there.

Only the echo of their own thirst.

So I say:

Japanese rappers should just stick to karaoke at their local snack bar.

Keep it real.

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©️DSH / 2025