If there’s anything that I cannot stand, it’s rich, but dumb ass rappers. Yes, I bob my head to hip hop and can recite lyrics with the best of ’em, and I’ll admit rap has it’s place on my Ipod; but the conversation turns drastically when I discuss who’s on the other side of my headphones. Yes, I’m boogie and I think I’m too damn good to listen to a bumbling idiot over dope beats…and I don’t care that he’s the hottest artist out right now. Why? Because even though dope beats and tight hooks can earn someone a living in a travesty of an economy, I have a problem with supporting any rapper who believes it’s okay to add unnecessary consonants and vowels to words that don’t even come close to describing what he is, or could remotely become…or worse, any grown man who thinks it perfectly okay to run with a name that resembles the sound of gunfire.
It’s possible that Waka could be completely innocent…but if he has been dabbing into prostitution amidst his emerging rap career, his intelligence is fair game.
To much is given, much is required. It’s time for these lucky rappers to place themselves in better situations, and ultimately out of trouble.