“Soulja Boy is the smartest artist of our generation, I think period and I think out of anybody. Whoever it is, I mean, whether it’s him or his team or the people around him, whoever has the thoughts to do the things he does, is genius and man, I’m so happy for him, man. That’s my dude.”
It’s official. Drake is Young Money. No, there hasn’t been an official signing announcement as yet. I only know as much because he and Lil’ Wayne obviously drink from the same communion Styrofoam.
If Drake considers Soulja Boy the smartest artist of his generation, I hope our six-year age difference excludes me from this grouping. I know the hormones in Tyson chicken are making us all develop faster, so I’m holding out hope that the generational divide has gotten smaller.
I can understand giving Soulja Boy his props for the base-level accomplishment that is “gettin’ money, you broke ass, fuck ass nigga”—the blanket argument that validates all among the hip-hop audience. But shit, minstrel shows make money too. Junkie whores make money. Cheddar gets cheddar. The cast of Soul Plane conjured up $17 million in box office revenue.
You understand where I’m going with this.
Are we equating fame and money with intelligence again? By this principle, Paris Hilton should have the cure for AIDS ready before she finds a new BFF. Cold fusion, be damned.
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