Kyle C. Barker
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Amazing post
Not to take anything away from the OP, but I think many people lost interest in Kanye after he married Kim. After that, all of his vices and quirks turned out to be both shallow and indefensible. I mean, it's basically impossible to listen to Gold Digger anymore (actually, it's hard to listen to any of his older material except for MBDTF imo).
:deadjay:He's a diva and a demagogue, a bratty fashionista, a shameless opportunist
Nope, when I wrote this, over 5 years ago, Kanye was still being called a genius by a significant number of people. Black people are going to revise a lot of that now and pretend they hopped off the bandwagon a long time ago, but it took him invalidating the black experience in America to an extreme degree for people to stop fukkin with this bum. And most still won't admit how overrated he has always been as an artist and as an icon (I mean, let's not kid anyone here, people were dead serious about calling him an acticist, revolutionary, and presidential candidate). I mean, fukk, even after he met with Trump and posed for photos shaking his hand, popular purported "activist" DeRay McKesson was publicly talking about how we needed to embrace our brother Kanye and be patient with him. It has been utterly embarrassing.
Also, Gold Digger was always a goofball song to me, and not even the best song with that title in hip hop, as the EPMD song banged and stand the test of time as a monster jam.
Which is not even me tooting my own horn, it's me being terrified. Because during his whole run I kept wondering "how is it we've gotten to a point where a totally fraudulent and narcissistic idiot is not just one of the biggest rap stars in the world, but also admired for his "genius" by so many people who should know better. And I see the new empty bags of narcissism and manipulation ready to take his place, and people can't see through their wack ass music or total lack of any principle either. And I know it's only going to get worse, because black people have been lulled into a stupor by the insipid death lullabies churned out by the culture of celebrity and spectacle. We're finished.
@JKFrazier whats good my guy. You still on board?
He's a diva and a demagogue, a bratty fashionista, a shameless opportunist, a convenient social critic, a man who will cum on the blouses of hampton spouses while simultaneously wifing up a beverly hills socialite who embodies whoredom in nearly all possible aspects of the word. He's the ultimate black limousine liberal, the college nikka talking in coded academic language about inequity, black self-love, black owned business, leading pointless "black out" days in front of the campus library, then joining a Fortune 500 company as soon as he graduates and marrying a white chick first chance he gets.
I didn't think one man could do it, but he has managed to embody the absolute worst aspects of Jay-Z, Nas, Pac, Ice Cube, and Common while distilling any of their valuable qualities from the mix.
He's a diva and a demagogue, a bratty fashionista, a shameless opportunist, a convenient social critic, a man who will cum on the blouses of hampton spouses while simultaneously wifing up a beverly hills socialite who embodies whoredom in nearly all possible aspects of the word. He's the ultimate black limousine liberal, the college nikka talking in coded academic language about inequity, black self-love, black owned business, leading pointless "black out" days in front of the campus library, then joining a Fortune 500 company as soon as he graduates and marrying a white chick first chance he gets.
The leader of the meaningless new world in which complexity has been reduced to Che Guevara wearing bling, where 40's the new 30 and nonsense is the new complexity, where inchoate juvenile temper tantrums are the new grist for the mills of revolution.
A man who's mother's death is tied to the ultimate act of vanity and insecurity, who gets riled up after bumping his head on "wrong way" signs like a weak, spoiled, confused child, whose pursuit of the mother of his child was inspired by her online sextape.
He who shall speak truth to power, our great provocative, populist artist, thugging it out with the Gwyneth Paltrows of the world referring to him as her "nikka." Ghostproducers, ghostwriters, shallow lyrics that tap into the emptiness and disconnectedness of the black middle and upper middle class, cliche takes on interracial dating, consumerism, sex, and blackness that would shame the most tired slam poet. The type of black person who doesn't feel a sense of authenticity in the white or black world and feels the urge to align himself with whichever one fits his mood for the day, as he tries on philosophies, indignation, and societal outrage like one of his funky leather outfits or a pair of designer shades - what will look best this season, and to whom? As even activism and justice become just another name brand or champagne, something so bathed in capitalist ethos that it rates and resonates as a buzzword or a quip.
Our great prophet of megalomania, the attention whore who resents the trappings of attention, Mr. anti-Hamptons with his Beverly Hills family, the man who hates to be a celebrity so much that he impregnated a woman who is a celebrity for the sole sake and reason of being a celebrity. You gonna just snap my photo while I'm on my way to a shi shi lunch? Well then I'm gonna expose the prison-for-profit system! The master of substituting empty, over the top rhetoric for insightful or meaningful thoughts, buffoonish gestures for truly defiant acts. Kanye ain't a celebrity, he for the people - which is why his malformed chipmunk face was the main image he chose to project on a bunch of big ass buildings across the country, and why he's calling his album Yeezus.
And he's crack for a lot of black people, the same way Ayn Rand is for a certain lot of whites, because both appeal to a warped sense of persecution while confirming their most basic, shallow notions of how the world is and how it should be, a world in which contradictions empower rather than hinder a person's character or message.
I never thought I could find anyone in hiphop more vile and reprehensible than Puffy, but Kanye has surpassed him at this point for the simple fact that a lie disguised as the truth is always worst than an outright lie.
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There's nothing to revise about Kanye's career musically.Nope, when I wrote this, over 5 years ago, Kanye was still being called a genius by a significant number of people. Black people are going to revise a lot of that now and pretend they hopped off the bandwagon a long time ago, but it took him invalidating the black experience in America to an extreme degree for people to stop fukkin with this bum. And most still won't admit how overrated he has always been as an artist and as an icon (I mean, let's not kid anyone here, people were dead serious about calling him an acticist, revolutionary, and presidential candidate).
Also, Gold Digger was always a goofball song to me, and not even the best song with that title in hip hop, as the EPMD song banged and stand the test of time as a monster jam.
Which is not even me tooting my own horn, it's me being terrified. Because during his whole run I kept wondering "how is it we've gotten to a point where a totally fraudulent and narcissistic idiot is not just one of the biggest rap stars in the world, but also admired for his "genius" by so many people who should know better. And I see the new empty bags of narcissism and manipulation ready to take his place, and people can't see through their wack ass music or total lack of any principle either. And I know it's only going to get worse, because black people have been lulled into a stupor by the insipid death lullabies churned out by the culture of celebrity and spectacle. We're finished.
Nobody’s shocked. but once he put on the maga hat he opened the door and walked into the crosshairs. It’s like the straw that broke jay z backIf people knew Kanye was a "diva, a demagogue, a bratty fashionista and a shameless opportunist" in 2013, why are we so shocked at his antics in 2018?
I didn't think one man could do it, but he has managed to embody the absolute worst aspects of Jay-Z, Nas, Pac, Ice Cube, and Common while distilling any of their valuable qualities from the mix.
He's a diva and a demagogue, a bratty fashionista, a shameless opportunist, a convenient social critic, a man who will cum on the blouses of hampton spouses while simultaneously wifing up a beverly hills socialite who embodies whoredom in nearly all possible aspects of the word. He's the ultimate black limousine liberal, the college nikka talking in coded academic language about inequity, black self-love, black owned business, leading pointless "black out" days in front of the campus library, then joining a Fortune 500 company as soon as he graduates and marrying a white chick first chance he gets.
The leader of the meaningless new world in which complexity has been reduced to Che Guevara wearing bling, where 40's the new 30 and nonsense is the new complexity, where inchoate juvenile temper tantrums are the new grist for the mills of revolution.
A man who's mother's death is tied to the ultimate act of vanity and insecurity, who gets riled up after bumping his head on "wrong way" signs like a weak, spoiled, confused child, whose pursuit of the mother of his child was inspired by her online sextape.
He who shall speak truth to power, our great provocative, populist artist, thugging it out with the Gwyneth Paltrows of the world referring to him as her "nikka." Ghostproducers, ghostwriters, shallow lyrics that tap into the emptiness and disconnectedness of the black middle and upper middle class, cliche takes on interracial dating, consumerism, sex, and blackness that would shame the most tired slam poet. The type of black person who doesn't feel a sense of authenticity in the white or black world and feels the urge to align himself with whichever one fits his mood for the day, as he tries on philosophies, indignation, and societal outrage like one of his funky leather outfits or a pair of designer shades - what will look best this season, and to whom? As even activism and justice become just another name brand or champagne, something so bathed in capitalist ethos that it rates and resonates as a buzzword or a quip.
Our great prophet of megalomania, the attention whore who resents the trappings of attention, Mr. anti-Hamptons with his Beverly Hills family, the man who hates to be a celebrity so much that he impregnated a woman who is a celebrity for the sole sake and reason of being a celebrity. You gonna just snap my photo while I'm on my way to a shi shi lunch? Well then I'm gonna expose the prison-for-profit system! The master of substituting empty, over the top rhetoric for insightful or meaningful thoughts, buffoonish gestures for truly defiant acts. Kanye ain't a celebrity, he for the people - which is why his malformed chipmunk face was the main image he chose to project on a bunch of big ass buildings across the country, and why he's calling his album Yeezus.
And he's crack for a lot of black people, the same way Ayn Rand is for a certain lot of whites, because both appeal to a warped sense of persecution while confirming their most basic, shallow notions of how the world is and how it should be, a world in which contradictions empower rather than hinder a person's character or message.
I never thought I could find anyone in hiphop more vile and reprehensible than Puffy, but Kanye has surpassed him at this point for the simple fact that a lie disguised as the truth is always worst than an outright lie.
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