My weekend has been made whole by two things, the rise of Krypto-NATE and Martin Luther Collipark, jr. preaching about the appropriate uses of EweChoube and World Star Hip-Hop.
In principle, I agree with almost everything Collipark has to say in his filibuster. So-called artists without any “relative” content to speak of seek notoriety from goonery, coonery and buffoonery. Listeners need to challenge artists to make good music instead of goading them on in battles of baby-mama kidnappings and filmed door knockings. Yahhh, bitch. Yahhh.
This tirade might actually have made sense and had positive effect had it come from any other executive in music. Instead it comes from a man who has just rode a tidal wave of the bullshit he denounces into a monumental bomb of a sophomore release.
One might wonder where these words of conventional wisdom had been hiding when his golden goose, Soulja Man Told’ Em, was making 500 installments of Rich Nigga Shit for the CoonTube audience. Instead of working on a sophomore album or ringtone single worth a squirrel fart, Mr. Boy yapped about Gucci trashcans and other miscellaneous Rich Nigga Shit until getting Rich Nigga Robbed.
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