August 18, 2008 | Tags: none
Real talk is that a nug needs to get up on his gwop game something terrible. I can’t speak for everyone, but I know there’s a good chunk of us who wish that buck that bought the bottle could have struck the Lotto, or at the very least that bullshit stimulus check stretched out for longer than a week. Me? I planned on hording my government-sponsored rebate, but I saw a nice pair of kicks with my John Hancock all over it. Then I dropped the rest on some random-ass shit I don’t even remember. Buyer’s remorse is a muh’fucker. Besides, with prices so dumb high it’s not like it could have stretched for too long.
I know one thing that my middling funding will not go towards: music. Although in a sense people are still paying for music indirectly via their Internets connections or dropping duckets on the local bootlegger, I’d say we’ve all gotten our money’s worth and then some. The simple fact that I just downloaded about five copies of
L.A.X. the other day just to find the dirty version can attest to that.
It’s now to a point where I can do about five different things at once, as I’m wont to do whenever I sit around a computer, and two of those things involve the acquiring of music and the way-too-frequent-to-be-considered-occasional-anymore adult flick yoking. On a semi-related side note, that “Birthday Girl” chick Sasha Grey? I don’t see the hype at all.
Honestly, the peoples’ addiction and worship to the almighty Intel chip has gotten so out of hand that I sometimes have to step away from my shit for a weekend just to find some semblance of sanity. Then I find myself wishing I had a laptop, so sabbaticals don’t last too long.
But anyways, you would think the powers that be would be more adept at stopping this shit, what with them owning 95% of the world’s wealth and whatnot. I just see this shit as a way of sticking it back to them, because shit is already all kinds of fucked up as is. How I look like spending $10.81 on an album when I get robbed for about a Benjamin every time I get a freelance check? I’m not gonna even talk about the Jay Jerkin tactics I deal with here sometimes. Guarantee you that Game is making money off this muh’fuck, and I don’t make money off this muh’fuck. So when I snatch his album off one of the many e-shelves I frequent, I’m just getting my proper compensation.
I’d honestly wish some people would stop talking all that “support real hip-hop” flim-flam as well. News flash, people: the radio isn’t interested in playing someone rap about society’s ills, nor are people interested in hearing it. I got my own problems as is; how I look like listening to another person bitch and complain about theirs? I use music to escape my problems, not remind me of those shits. That’s what “real” hip-hop is supposed to be, not because some dwyckhead from New York can cram 40 polysyllabic words into a 16-bar verse. That’s why I take pleasure in old heads looking like fools or rappers crying like a bitch because they get confused every now and then. In that sense, my life doesn’t seem half-bad.
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