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        Mike Schreiber&#039;s &lt;i&gt;True Hip-Hop&lt;/i&gt; reveals hip-hop in its heyday
            by Felicia Feaster
            It&#039;s the curse of every scene: Jazz, blues, glam rock, punk were all once seen as vanguard and outrageous, but each eventually had its teeth pulled, its sex drive squelched, its hair line recede. No doubt hip-hop will some day seem about as inoffensive as jazz, Nicki Minaj will get the Muzak treatment, and the younger generation will curl up its lip in disdain at grandpa&#039;s lame gangsta glory tales.&hellip;
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