allow me to preface my reply to your insightful post by stating that you are a complete and utter piece of rehydrated shit and you have no business living in the same world as i, consuming our precious natural and artificial resources to expand yourself to near moon-like propotions. hip hop doesn't want you. go home.
ok, that being said, i shall outline the reasons that define your unparallelled mediocrity for me. your use of the term nigga tells me that either the augusta school system needs some prednosone or daddy punched you in the face one too many times. look, chief, yeah the rapper guys say it and it's sooooo rad and what not, but in case you have somehow missed your gigantorous reflection, you are pink. when you use the term (even under your old -a not -er discount) you are using history that extends beyond your ill, dope, hot like fire lyrics. when a white person who has white priviledge says a word like this, it is a throwback to slavery and the dehuminization of a race of people and the power differential that coincided and extends to this day. because you wear a skin tight XXXXXXXXXXL jersey and a size 28 fitted hat does not qualify you as somehow different than a redneck using -er instead of your precious -a. maybe you and riblet can slang racial epitats at each other when you have slumber parties, but not in the real world. i sleep well because i know that some day you will bust out the word in the wrong time and place (perhaps during one of the 8 mile freestyle contests you have nocturnal emmissions to), unprotected by all of your pink friends, and someone will put you on life support.
secondly, per your claim of being discriminated against, that's laughable. you fuckin' idiot, your music sucks and we want you to stop. we're not blindly hating on you. YOU SUCK. YOUR MUSIC SUCKS. MAKE IT STOP. if you can't handle the truth then take down your little myspace ("look into my eyessssss") and your soundclick sites. if you can't handle us photoshopping your images to look like the thing or shrek, well then don't post them up. first it was icey hot stunnaz, but in the 06 it's YOU. you made this bed, now lie in it you fabulous rapper guy. ...why does your music suck? first of all, all you are is an amateur wannabe chino xl with punch lines that don't quite connect. if i had about 60 other arms i could count how many times you say "i" in your raps. yes, yes, you are so amazing that there's nothing left to talk about but yourself. i for one would enjoy an ounce of creativity instead of constantly being lied to as to how futuristic you are and how many double whoppers with extra bacon grease you can consume in any given window of time.
i'm going to go out on a limb and offer you something... if you *ever* get signed to a real record label and not some startup that riblet and and you put together with the money you got from recycling some bottles and cans, well then i will personally buy you a billboard that congratulates you and advertises the forthcoming verbal defication in compact disc form. the truth of the matter is that your dream will never come to fruition, and you will have wasted so much energy and time in pursuit of it that you will stop the chase one day and realize that you're 35, living in a trailer, your blood pressure is 220/176 and that "on the side" job of overnight stocking at walmart just isn't working anymore.
shit, deezy my man, was i too mean? sorry, your music just brings out the worst in me. i played your myspace songs as i wrote this and now i feel like picking any random passerby and choking the shit out of them. if i get locked up, i'm using the bad hip hop plea.
your fault.
it's all your fault.
you suck.
