Salon.com – By James Hannaham
Want to watch tough female rappers shake their booties in a lesbian bar? VH1’s “Miss Rap Supreme” proves no one is immune to reality TV’s degradations.
About four years ago, a sardonic group of hip-hop writers of color who had put out a zine called Ego Trip in the late ’90s, reinvented themselves as reality-TV producers. Their first project was VH1’s “The White Rapper Show,” a battle royal for 100 G’s in which 12 Caucasians cohabitated in a low-class crib in the South Bronx and tried to prove their skills at free-styling, writing 16-bar verses and living a thug lifestyle to the fullest for a variety of unresponsive, usually black audiences.