Yes, this is a fgt ass emo jawn….but I’m all about lyricism and authenticity.
The other night, the homey Nodoz kicked me out his crib due to a belligerantly drunken (albeit righteous) argument on my behalf that Drake’s “Started From The Bottom” is not hip hop certifiable based upon the fact he’s been a millionaire Canadian child actor with a rich Jewish yt mother raised in fgt ass Canada since before he had hair on his nutz, and is extremely out of line slangin a southern accent and the word nigga with reckless abandonment. These are the battles I choose to fight.
Given my penchant for indiscriminately hating on non negro artists akkin like they can talk reckless without repurcussions, I fully support this frail yt Swedish bishes music.
Lyricism. If it’s real and you live it, I have your blessing.
If you’re showing up to PVRPL TRILL Nite at Good Life, putting dollas in the pockets of hack dj’s that are making money off catering to a crowd of people that get their rocks off on lampooning black hood culture, I dearly want you to contract penis cancer.
That’s neither here or there, and I say that to say this. <<< (ACTUAL STOLEN CAM’RON ADLIBS)
Respekk the lyrics:
I ate dinner in the bath tub, then I go to sex clubs
Watchin freaky people getting it on (X2)
It doesn’t make me nervous
If anything it makes me restless
Yeah, I’ve been around and I’ve seen it all
My life personified the last 10 years, and that’s the first 4 bars. This joint has lyrically touched me more than any Tupac song ever (who I think is the most over rated mc of all time) and I’m ready to attend her show at Brighton Music Hall when tix are available.
(But of course I won’t because it would be on a weekend, and that’s when I have my son…plus picture me paying 20 bucks to see sum cracka bitch)
That’s neither here or there, and I say that to say this.
Trees hates on me for poasting genuine hood shit, so I figure this provocative yt emo slept on shit will impress him in his North Carolina condo/trailer park.