Southern hip-hop, thee I love, shawty. When writing Chronicling Stankonia, I heeded Toni Morrison’s challenge to make the book I wanted to read. My goal was for it to be a book that showed love to my place as a Down South Georgia Girl (though if I’m being honest, I think I’m really writing that book right now). Still, as a southern Black guh (girl for the uninitiated) who loved hip-hop, I was irked that there was not enough respect on the South’s name in any of the books, articles, documentaries, or, hell, tea leaves, talking about hip-hop that I read or studied for graduate school. I knew that we were more than a blip and a footnote for people to skim over.