Hip-hop didn’t arrive like a neatly packaged genre with a mission statement. It showed up loud, clever, and hungry—built out of whatever people had on hand: turntables, records, speakers, and a need to turn the neighborhood into a party. Then it grew up fast. It learned how to tell the truth, how to boast, how to crack jokes, how to mourn, how to protest, and how to reinvent itself every time someone tried to trap it in a box.