Rap's conscious response to the poverty and oppression of U.S. blacks is like some hideous parody of sixties black pride.
The reader becomes God, for all textual purposes. I see your eyes glazing over, so I'll hush.
The problem is that once the rules of art are debunked, and once the unpleasant realities the irony diagnoses are revealed and diagnosed, "then" what do we do?
The other half is to dramatize the fact that we still "are" human beings, now. Or can be.
The interesting thing is why we're so desperate for this anesthetic against loneliness.
The great thing about irony is that it splits things apart, gets up above them so we can see the flaws and hypocrisies and duplicates.