Rap.
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spitting like kipling
with a tooth missing . . .
Reviewed the Throne show for the Baltimore Sun last night. See this show*.
* I had that feeling — a bunch of times — like when I first watched Jay’s “Fade to Black.” There were moments throughout the show where I felt really lucky to see this happen. The rap nerd in me had waited too many years to see Kanye and Jay do “Izzo” together.
Before I listened, I wanted to love this. After I listened, I wanted to even just like it. No dice, and that sucks. Flex bombs be damned.
I’m somewhat outraged over how much I hate this record.
Kanye West, “Mama’s Boyfriend” (a capella verses)
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I’m living in that 21st century
Doing something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music
No one man should have all that power
The clocks ticking I just count the hours
Stop tripping, I’m tripping off the power
The system broke and the school’s closed
The prison’s open
We ain’t got nothing to lose motherfucker we rollin’
Motherfucker we rollin’ with some light skin girls and some Kelly Rowlands
In this white man world, we the ones chosen
So goodnight cruel world, I’ll see you in the morning
I’ll see you in the morning,
This is way too much, I need a moment
No one man should have all that power
The clock is ticking I just count the hours
Stop tripping, I’m tripping off the power
Until then, fuck that, the world’s ours
Fuck SNL and the whole cast,
Tell ‘em Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass
More specifically they can kiss my asshole
I’m an asshole? You niggas got jooookes
You short-minded niggas thoughts is Napoleon
My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in
I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
He knows he’s so fucking gifted
I just needed time alone with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault
My child-like creativity, purity and honesty is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner-child, I’m fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that they entrust in me
As I look down at my diamond encrusted piece