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| Author: | sinicalypse [ Fri Nov 29, 2013 12:38 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Charlamagne Tha God (and the rest of the Breakfast Club) |
my man str8up told kanye aka "yeezus" what time of day it is. hell they all did. this is glorious. click here to be transported to the magical realm of youtube where you can see this display of kanye talking out of one of the ~15 holes in his ass that his secret BF in paris has given him =D |
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| Author: | rogers park bryan [ Fri Nov 29, 2013 1:01 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Charlamagne Tha God (and the rest of the Breakfast Club) |
Not too many of us left on the Kanye Bus |
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| Author: | sinicalypse [ Fri Nov 29, 2013 6:06 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Charlamagne Tha God (and the rest of the Breakfast Club) |
in the immortal words of cube on no vaseline: "hey dre, stick to producin'" same with "yeezus".... i mean, how can you not love his work on the beat for through the wire? or comsense's "the corner" and etc etc.... and he's made some pop tunes with catchy hooks like "i ain't sayin she's a gold-digger BUT..." and everyone who reads this line knows what the rhyme/punchline is. that's definitely to his credit. however.... the rest of him? i mean i think this was just a ~6min snippet taken out of a larger interview (as in i dont think this was edited together as a "greatest disses" compilation) and in these 6mins they call him on some shit which he backs up and doubletalks out of.... it's even funnier to see charlamagne lookin at him kind of hard so kanye wasn't about to start sassin him like some 2-bit paparazzo/michael-yo/dude-from-sportscenter-now-on-ET or whatever.... but charlamagne and his ppl weren't wrong asking him about the stuff they did. and his lyrics? man.... for better or worse the dude picked up the mantle from ludacris where he makes lowest common denominator rhymes that you can guess ahead of time b4 you ever hear what they actually are. if he's such a transcendental artist, the voice of a generation or whatever he's called himself.... you think his voice would challenge us to take his hand and head skyward to the heavens of intellectual/party-time bliss.... instead he comes down to what he perceives to be our level when, example, he gets a guest verse on the 4th or 5th single/video cranked out of that last katy perry LP and gives you this... Yeezus: The Voice Of Our Generation wrote: [Kanye West - Verse 1] I got a dirty mind I got filthy ways I'm tryna bathe my ape, (ape), In your milky way (way) I'm a legend I'm irreverent I be reverend I'll be so faaaaa-ar up We don't give a fuuuh-uh-uck Welcome to the danger zone Step into the fantasy You are not invited to the other side of sanity They're callin' me an alien a big headed astronaut Maybe it's because your boy Yeezy get ass a lot [Kanye West - Verse 2] I know a bar out in Mars Where they drivin' spaceships instead of cars Cop a prada space suit about the stars Getting stupid hah, straight up out the jars Pockets on shrek, rockets on deck Tell me what's next? Alien sex. Imma disrobe you Then Imma probe you See I've abducted you So I'll tell you what to do I tell you what to do (what to do, what to do) yeah i know it's a K.T. perry track and all that, but still.... i mean he's goddamn kanye west all he's gotta do on a super-electronic track is to cop some of that kool keith (aka @ultraman9000. and oh shit i completely forgot to make him that mix of his shit cuz he said if i did that he'd send a few t-shirts out here.... dammit i'm letting kool keith down!) vibe and like, do that thing that's essentially the antithesis of what i said earlier about luda/kanye's braindead rhymes that you can guess b4 hearing: make it a fucking sport of veritable lyrical dadaism. when kool keith is on his game he's twisting rhymes ahead of your expectations, so he's always saying something fresh that changes up the rhyme/metaphor/etc and like.... shit i'm doing a rather shit job of describing it, but basically kool keith's game is saying really cool shit that you couldn't think up b4 he said it. it's almost like he's one step ahead of the next rhyme coming up by the time he says it, he's got an indelible flow like that which has traditionally done well in coming off as some futuristic/next-shit/electronic/dare-i-say-alien shit that would mesh so much better with this track. instead of being mister spaceman aka the lonely god who's too cool for the room aka doctor who (essentially), kanye just says "mars" "spaceships" and "aliens" as he gives you a rather creepy verse that's basically on the artistic level of the band "whitesnake", whose songs tend to be about how this white guy's gonna fuck you now so literally the "white snake" is coming for you, eve! and it's just bleh.... the voice of a generation would have more of that kool keith vibe... give you something bonafide next-level alien E.T. shit that goes with this track.... instead it's literally just LOLITSKANYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and he's in heat just saying "bitch imma fuck you" over and over again. compare that with, example, one of if not my absolute favorite kool keith kut, #livinastro (tell me how you feel... 1 2 1 2) kool keith wrote: kool keith] Yeah Every morning I wake up, lookin in the mirror I am, the original black elvis That's right when you see me, with my wig to the side Wearin my short leather jacket Marilyn monroe on my back I'm livin that life I'm for real with this That's what I think about I like to tell my fans I got my shades, big rock star compared to elvis Signin autographs for rappers, while girls move they pelvis Write songs quickly, for elton john or lionel richie Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid Ivory soap, this is clean, feel like cascade I count the bills, roll to detroit in sedan deville's I throw my skully on, big robe like marvin gaye Step in the front row, primetime I move your way Budweiser fest soundcheck, demanding more respect I come correct through the metro, and turn y'all petrol I'm up here early bitin donuts sippin on espresso While you sleep, I creep, gainin ground by the week Ampex reels, makin phone calls, I'm closin deals I move with skill, ride through philly streets in cherry hill I'm doin it well, I'm doin it swell Yeah Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed Mtv level three when I fly on bet Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One two, one two Movin roughly, straight to the desert, san antonio I talk swift the rock king black romeo I pack clubs, promoters put me out in tokyo Damage your area, i'ma launch a fierce missile I roll schools, movin butt like I'm toilet tissue What is your issue? you over man, I don't miss you Scottie soft, you play like jan van britteclaw New jersey nets real man, you ain't no donald hillman Bald head like slick watts, I run rap like mayor koch Forward your info, while tony lou, crank the benzo Move out your driveway, white girls look, turn they eyeway Jealous in fact, tryin to rip the capes off my back I move with calm and, potential, through instrumentals Y'all front on bet with slum gold, drivin rentals I get real dino, runnin groups like a rhino Endin careers, that's my job, yo your rap is final Cancel your in-stores, your new job is moppin floors Fixin tiles, stoppin potholes up on the roof You work for service no tips man I speak the truth Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed Mtv level three when I fly on bet Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One two, one two Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed Mtv level three when I fly on bet Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One two, one two, one two Pull your hoods down, I bumrush your afterparty Have your manager scared, the radio station say I'm sorry Pack your bags, I move my luggage to the coliseum Infinite prime piece with statues in the rock museum Changin my zones, drinkin cocktails on cellular phones I tour with anthrax, through texas with the rolling stones Booked by the agency, famous artists payin me Hotels with fly room, with sneakers starin at the moon Mad atmosphere, ridin first class on british air Lobster and steak, while y'all back in time, doin remakes I'm futuristic, nine-nine, to the year 4000 I make announcements, drop skills, then I bounce with Fly young ladies, amg kicks, 2000 mercedes Brand new models, only seen one, in colorado Light green metallic in the shark bar, eatin salad Lorenzo wills, valet park, shoppin in beverly hills Step up your wildest spaceship kid, in the plymouth prowler Comin down Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed Mtv level three when I fly on bet Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One two, one two Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed Mtv level three when I fly on bet Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One two, one two Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed Mtv level three when I fly on bet Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One two one two and that's why kanye's a letdown. he has the potential to be so much more than what he is..... and btw i know i'm supposed to be all eclectic and hip and thus like yeezus because it breaks away from hip hop convention and tries to be something different.... but comeon that shit sucks. you're a rapper.... rap. how many times do you find yourself going line for line with a kanye verse/song? that dont grip you at the pit of your soul and make you stand up and start woofin, it just makes you sit back vibe to hte beat and say the shit's alright so you dont look like a total square in front of any chicks that are within earshot. and that, my friends, is some #realtalk up in here like a motherfucker! |
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