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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

The Dunce Capping & Kazooing Theory

Real talk is that I had planned on doing some sort of reflection myself similar to my cyber butt buddy’s drop a few days ago, but honestly I’m too tired from the previous weekend’s events, as well as the fact I’ve somewhat burned out my brain thanks to a few late night Madden sessions (anyone else thinks it’s somewhat disappointing as always?). So needless to say I’d rather not use my brain too much. Kind of like what I always do on this piece of shit.

If for anything I would have even mentioned how the YT contingent of this problematic country won’t even be the majority population come some 30 years from now, give or take a few months, thus signifying an riveting, karmic-like 180 on ironically the original illegal aliens. You know what else is ironic? The facts that Zimbabwe’s first gold medalist was a blonde-haired, green-eyed YT woman, and India’s first ever medal came in a shooting competition.

I only wish I could make this up.

But I’m not here to wax poetics about the hypocritical nature of man and woman being on display at the Olympics moreso than rap music; that wouldn’t be the reason I (don’t) get paid to talk my shit. But while the Beijing Games are usually supposed to be portrayed as a beacon of worldwide unity before the bombs begin bursting in air from Yemen to Mali and everywhere in between, rap – which actually is the shit I (don’t) get paid to talk my shit about here – can’t stop canceling out its inherent bitchassness, interestingly enough caused by the Black people of its community who created it rather than the money-hungry, beak-nosed detachment which yoked all its publishing, perhaps to satisfy their multi-armed elephant deity or whatever.

After last year’s rendition I wasn’t entirely enthralled about the recipients of VH1’s Hip-Hop Honors, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that Slick Rick, De La Soul, Naughty By Nature, Too $hort and Cypress Hill were all being represented this year. Now if they can get some actual artists that won’t fluck up the lyrics to “Hip-Hop Hooray,” then maybe it’d mean something. The interesting thing is despite that I’m at a particular age where I’m too old to try to find a place in the tight clothes crowd yet too young to be considered an old head (although my favorite albums all came out when I was in high school), but I’m more gassed for this show and all of Dominican Lou’s hosting/fuckery duties than I am of, say, the new Game album which leaked the other day. Hell, I haven’t even unzipped my copy of that yet.

Speaking of Jayceon, while duke may make for an interesting story in music, his flip-floppy, swallow-the-rapper’s-bozack then-diss-the-rapper-because-he-didn’t-get-a-good-night-kiss shtick has gotten more tired by the day, and anybody with a nickel of a brain should easily see that he’s dissing Jay-Z for the publicity of an album I actually enjoyed when I covered its listening session a month or so ago. Maybe he’s bitten more of Fiddy than he could chew and knows exactly what he’s doing, or maybe he’s just a whiny little biggedy bitch. If I had to choose I’d obviously pick the latter, because a: if that tactic doesn’t even work for Curtis anymore, why in the blue hell would it work for Game and b: I’m just a nihilistic dwyck like that sometimes.

Then again, should we really be surprised with this behavior? Just last week Killer Mike and Big Boi reconciled with the help of Big’s own son, just days after Mike had promised to put a foot ankle-deep in duke’s colon. Then a few days later Mike Jones caught a mouth jammie at the Ozone Awards. On a regional scale this is yet another example why rap struggles to make it, and even more proof that next year’s move to the Rotten Apple can’t come soon enough for my stankin’ ass (though I’m a little worried Uncle Murda may stick me for my calculator watch if I’m not careful). On a larger spectrum however, this is yet another reason why neo-conservative pundits are quick to shit talk about rap as if playing it backwards will unleash the unholy forces of darkness upon the world. Whatever though, I still have my Madden to keep me busy until that day arrives.

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