iPod shuffled up one of my favorite albums today…
Graduation: as brilliant now as it was when released on 9/11/2007, and never as relevant as on 9/13/2009
Kanye en route to The Glory…
Can I talk my sh*t again? Even if I don’t hit again? Dog are you f*cking kidding?
I think hennassy, I drank I’m gone on that Bacardi Lemon, I’m zoning/ Class back in session so I up’t it a grade
Man the game all messed up
How I suppose to stand out when everyone get dressed up
But with my ego, I can stand there with a speedo
And still be looked at like a f*cking hero
When you meet me in person what does it feel like
I know, I know I look better in real life
Regardless of the real world’s intensely sophomoric reaction to the spectacle, Kanye knows “The hood love to listen to Jeezy and Weezy — and oh yeah, Yeezy!” Just under the fickle roar of the lynch mob, is the sound of the underground: “stretch my mind to figure out whats next in line/ the next Em, Ye, and Andre?” BoB, Asher Roth, and Charles Hamilton were a beacon of hope that in the even in the blurred world of pop reality a change is gonna come…
While as you listenin’ to this track
You probably about to blog about it maybe say it’s wack
Or maybe compare the verses to see which one of us would snap
Completly ignoring the fact that this is way more than rap
Cause I happen to be on a magazine you happen to see this issue
Some people wish you well, man some people turn against you
Some people even call up to the station just to diss you
You b*tch you, you only mad at your self here’s a tissue
But that ain’t even my focus man that hate ain’t on my menu
I’m in a different city about to rock a different venue
Class back in session so I up’t it a grade
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