“The day that I die on, will turn me to an icon,” rapped Mac Miller on S.D.S.
September 7th, 2018, the 26 year old Mac Miller passed away from a drug overdose.
2010, Nikes On My Feet, the golden age of the blog/internet era, the beginning. So many names. Blu, Curren$y, Wiz Khalifa, The Cool Kids, Chip Tha Ripper, Kid Cudi, Wale, J. Cole, Big Sean, Kendrick Lamar, and along came Mac Miller.
I didn’t like him. I thought he was extremely overrated and type corny. I didn’t see it.
He was getting support from all over the Hiphop community. Everyone fucked with the young bull. From the likes of Statik Selektah, Pete Rock, DJ Premier and 9th Wonder to Big Krit, Curren$y, Wiz and Nipsey Hussle. Literally everybody was rocking with Mac, but I still didn’t see it.
Through these early stages, his underground success was dominant. K.I.D.S., Best Day Ever, Blue Slide Park, man was doing stupid numbers. And the love he received from the underground would increase as his success increased as well.
He put Chance on his tour, him and Casey Veggies rocked tracks, him and The Internet rocked shows, he rapped over Raz Fresco produced joints, him and Thundercat, Flying Lotus, as Larry Fisherman he produced for Vince Staples and Michael Christmas, him and Earl exchanged bars, Pac Div, Schoolboy Q, Joey Bada$$ got a feature fresh off 1999, man, him and Pharrell was supposed to do a whole album together!
Even Jay Electonica, the God emcee, hopped on something with Mac. I was forced to pay attention.
“All them big words won’t get you paid, and them abstract ideas, for sure won’t get you laid.”
2013, Watching Movies With The Sound Off, Mac Miller won my respect. He was older now and his music aged with him. I’m not going to sit here like I was constantly banging his music but I had to respect it.
The love he always had for the underground, the love the underground always had for him, he was lifted into the heavens of Hiphop with that same love.
On September 7th, I saw what I was blind to before.
Mac Miller was a genuine spirit, a great human, and he did this shit for hiphop.
Sometimes with music, it’s black and white. We either love it or hate it. It could be the production, tonality of the vocal, the mix, whatever, we generally don’t understand or care for the personality behind it. But I seen it and I won’t forget it.
This one hurt. Usually celebrity death doesn’t affect me. Sean Price and Prodigy passed and I respect them to the core but this one felt different. I saw the news on my Twitter feed and instantly felt a way. Mac was a part of my favorite era of rap, the blog era, the beginning, that era is the reason why I started WEMAJOR. I was blessed to grow up on the ROC era. Jay Z, Dame, Just Blaze, Beanie Siegel, Cam’ron, Dipset, Kanye, Pharrell, Clipse, Neptunes, Lupe Fiasco, Lil Wayne. But the blog era was me. I related to Kanye, Pharrell and Lupe more than the street rappers. It made sense why I gravitated to the rappers between 09-11.
Mac earned my respect, like really earned it. And even then, the kind words and stories given by his peers, he continued to earn my respect in the aftermath. When I finally opened my ears to him, Mac had recorded words that touched me, recently fell out with a girl he loved, and though she is inclined to do what her heart desires, the speed at which she moved on, I felt for Mac. I wanted him to win. I think we all did. He fought a lot and left it in the music.
Play his tunes, share your thoughts below and may he rest easy. Thank you for the inspiration.
Not a writer. Just a fan of the culture.