I used to be a fan of Jay Z. I used to think he is an artist. An artist who had something real to say. A rapper who didn’t just put a looped beat together and rap about money, material, bitches and dreams. Some of you might hate me for saying this….but I think he is a disgrace to the rap community. He should have remained retired.
You can’t consider an artist an icon when they write shit like this:
No pain, no profit, P I repeat if you show me where the pot is
Cherry M3′s with the top back
Red and green G’s all on my hat
North beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
Can’t you tell that I came from the dope game
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I moves out in the global, I’m a mogul
50, 000 feet in the air
And I’m still on my mobile *Oh Jay Z! I am sooo impressed…*
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Hatas Like “Hov why you still talkin money shit?”
Cuz I like money, bitch
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That Bloke from Oasis said I couldn’t play guitar
Somebody shoulda told him I’ma fuckin rockstar
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Is talking on the phone on a plane a big deal? Last time I checked I could just swipe my card and make a phone call… what do I know though right? Someone tell him to stop wasting people’s time and write about shit that makes sense. Something that will make a fool think “I can relate to that!” Well, I guess everyone likes money, bitch.
Don’t even get me started on his last album. Remember the movie “American Gangster?” Well, he really got into that movie and titled his most recent album after the movie. The whole album is about how he is an American G and how he is like the main character from the movie. Bitch, you were born in 1969. When the fuck did you run a mob to even rap about it?
It’s funny that as I am writing this article I get more annoyed knowing that people still buy his albums. Tell him I said that.
Let me tell you one of my biggest problems with rap music. These shit stick rappers talk about how they own Ferrari’s and get VIP treatment everywhere. Fun fact: They don’t even have a record deal. My grandma can get a VIP treatment at Les Deux if I wanted to. You might be thinking “Oh my! Well Neave! How are they rapping about such things!? Tell me now. You are all-knowing and you smell good….” I am kidding about the last part of the quote but uh…anyway. Those are dreams they are rapping about. They don’t even own a Geo. What the hell is a Geo? Here:
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Stop listening to shit music. Shake your ass at the club to that sort of music but don’t take the words seriously. If you do…well…you’ll end up taking pictures like this. Which will end up on The Dirty or The Neave, and then the world will laugh at your face.
Image taken from www.thedirty.com
FLOSSY!!!! Dipshit.
Here’s a cheers to a rap verse that keeps it real:
My life’s these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts
Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks
Load in, sound check, play show, load out, let’s go, next city, oh great, off day
Hangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promises
And nobody acknowledges that boys in bands got it so damn bad
But we love like the last cigarette we’ll ever have
I’m putting miles on my body, bout due for a tune up in and this gas station food ain’t really helping, but
I’m loving every minute, every road signs a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with
