Man, maybe I’m just getting too old for the game. Maybe I’ve just lost touch. Maybe I should just accept that a life of family, low salt foods and Jesus fishes needs to replace Vegas, Grecian Goose and verified ignorance. I don’t know, I suddenly feel like the hip hop curmudgeon and I don’t like it. Sure, I can deal with violence:
and utter tomfoolery:
because those are the reasons I listen to hip hop to begin with. But let’s be frank here. There is an epidemic of cat shit that’s attacking the bedrock principles of the art form I know and love. I mean, it was ok when the cat ass shit was truly artistic, like, if a dude was literally blasting off to planet 3000, I was ok as long as the rhymes stayed funky.
But see Andre 3000 can get away with that shit because he was doing it when cats were literally like, “what the fuk is wrong with this dude”?
I mean, a cat who comes out on the Chris Rock show with some snow boots, shoulder pads and blue wig right in the middle of the Jay Z “Hard Rock Life” and DMX “Get At Me Dog” era, really believes. But this cat… I mean, goodness, didn’t Puff just recently ask for no bitchassness?
I mean, what the fuck is going on? And please stop striking that pose like you reeaaally just nailed that outfit too. haaa, this shit is awful. Kanye, I really like your music and I do believe that you’re generally a sincere cat. But on the rizzeal, you’re not that fashion forward dude you think you are. Sure you have some cats following your steez, but they’re all fucking terrible and wack or quite literally on some other, high-lo, ignorant-intelligent, deep-shallow thespian bullshit.
Man, I’m telling you. These damn weirdos (I said it) have finally gotten under my skin. All these dudes out here trying to be soooo different. What ever happened to conformity? I mean, I used to laugh when I heard those terrible ass NYC bouncers warn us “we can get gully in here sun, I told you, clear this area” Ahhhhnnt Hell, I’m longing for those days now. What ever happened to “punching a nilla in the face just for living” (Mobb Deep)? I mean, I thought those days were the low point. I thought DMX was taking shit too far. Then I saw this.
And no I don’t care that those shoes are the hottest thing in Milan, that your extra medium tuxedo shirt is made of finely spun Mongolian cotton or that you had the vision to match it all with a suit from Men’s Warehouse just to keep it “organic” or whatever silly explanation you have for this ‘fit. And no, I don’t give a hot damn about the strappy juxtaposition between the braces and the backpack or that fucked up green floor and your fucked up lack of a haircut. I don’t know and I don’t wanna know, ok?
Jesus, Buddah, Allah, someone, please help us. Obviously we’re not figuring this thing out down here. Stop dressing like a gay euro. Stop rocking shit you know looks wack, juuust becuase you think you’ll be seen as different. Stop singing songs that truly require actual vocal ability and most of all, just stop being a bitch.
Put down that purse and pick up a ball, remote, a beer..dammit, something, anything. I’m with Sarah Palin on this one, go shoot some Moose mufuckers, leave the cat shit be.
There, I said it.