Yes, it’s nearly 2020, and yes, women in hip hop still get compared to Queen Latifah and treated as novelty acts. And yes, Rapsody is poised to kick that wack shit in the balls and make the boys’ club reckon with how disgusting it truly is to the ladies, in the game and in their lyrics. The North Carolina talent’s third LP is an homage to her black, female heroes and predecessors in effecting change. Not to put the entire weight of carrying gender equality into rap’s next decade on Rapsody, this album just knocks for what it is — the logical conclusion of a decade in hip hop that levelled the playing field for artists with something more to say.
