Yes, none of this is news. My uncle is FOI. Nothing about being down with the Nation absolves anyone of being a bozo, and Jay is demonstrably that. Today's Mathematics don't align with him going on countless booze-fueled bozo twitter rants, breaking up a marriage to be with a literal Rothschild, and supporting and working with men of immoral character. Nor does his 18 millionth verse that blends musings about the holiness of the honey bee and ancient civilizations while decrying modern technology and rebuking the devil make for much other than repetitive ramblings of a hip hop conman who turned out to be a one-trick pony. Yet another sample of UFO testimony, this one even more recent and less compelling or thematic. An intro from a lifelong scumbag sociopath vile cuck from prison doesn't really enhance his mystique or clarify his purpose as an artist. Sampling Ronald Reagan for the intro to a song about the inherent and neglected beauty of life is, as the kids are fond of saying, a choice.
He's a hip hop used car salesman who is doing a negro superstition version of Chicken Soup for the Soul. And if people like it, cool. All I'm expressing - as someone who was listening to all his shyt from Day One and was genuinely intrigued by the mystery he'd built up and the sheen of spirituality that marked the early songs - is that we're nearly two decades in, and he's a fraud. He went from observing ceremonies outside of Nepalese temples to having puff ad libs on his first major single, to ghostwriting for pop rappers to doing collaborations with a self-hating fake Christian doofus. Back when he was first touting the prestige and the turn, we didn't realize the real magic trick was, as Keyser Söze said, the devil convincing us he didn't exist. Jay Elec was the devil he rebuked all along. He sells the teachings and the science like neat fortune cookies to a public starving for "meaningful rap." And even then, it's a an "album" with only like 4 new verses of the same old lame old rehashed gobbledygook. This time around with a lot more Juvie played up in his accent. He's a nikka with weird teeth and an alligator face who sells you on Jumu'ah, while his most obvious religion is staying in proximity to wealth and power. I never thought he'd be so fukkin boring.