Gone are the days when rap was conscious and everyone wanted to live in harmony celebrating their African heritage.

The current rappers whose minds are so drugged and addled, they only care for two things, Molly and codeine. How else can you explain how the artform has gone from being a supreme expression of poetry and rhythm to what it is today: nursery rhymes and ad lib filled jingles?

But it would seem American artists are realizing that there is a market beyond the borders of America; an emerging market that has a huge appetite for their live performances. And that really is where the money is these days even in America. Very few artists are getting streaming cheques worth a damn.

And so perhaps buoyed by this realization and the hope to secure new markets and new avenues for making money, the hiphop culture has started recognizing African fans and Africa's contribution to the culture.

Meek Mill for one recently posted this:

Meanwhile, the Ghetto Kids are sitting pretty in this month's issue of Vibe magazine:

The moral of this story? Hiphop has realized an alternative market in Africa that it can now come and saturate. Atleast French Montana is opening doors for Uganda's Ghetto Kids.