Lorde and Her Familiar Rap Clichés in Royals
never seen a diamond in the flesh. She’s from a
torn-up town, no postcard envy. This is a cliffhanger, implying some kind of
but. But what?
Surely, now she proclaims about how she’s transcended working-class life, right? Or at least, is on her way there?
Wait a sec. This is her
Every song’s like… Suddenly, we’re hit with a catalog of luxuries – things
new money rappers supposedly now enjoy with abandon:
Grey Goose vodka,
trashin’ the hotel room.
we don’t care. Then, more new money revelries:
jet planes, and even
tigers on a gold leash.
We aren’t caught up in your love affair.
Now, time to sing along:
And we’ll never be royals! For this title word, then
I’ll rule, the backup singers support her message with a high-pitched mockery of the turned-up noses of the upper classes or actual royalty.
In her own crowd, though, Lorde is a ruler: You can call me Queen Bee. In her mind, she’s already made it.
Let me live that fantasy, she declares. But she’s already been living it – without anyone’s help. More like,
f*ck off – with one-percenter politeness.
She and her friends have
cracked the code. They
count their dollars on the train to the party. And apparently, they always do have enough to party.
To be fair, maybe another rap cliché is claiming one’s authenticity. Regardless, Lorde makes a very catchy argument in her favor.