Big TLOP: Big Ghost Returns To Review Kanye West - The Life Of Pablo
Ayo whattup… You now baskin in the luminescence of the grand imperial Big Ghost aka Cocaine Biceps aka the illustrious Thor Molecules aka the infamous Galaxy Knuckles aka Shampoo Bracelets the panty melter aka the mighty Hands of Zeus hisself in the flesh. Lotta yall been wonderin why the gawd aint been droppin those immaculate scrolls n ill paragraphs n whatever whatever…
1. The gawd stay gettin it poppin on the Instagrams n
2. The gawd felt as tho his words n the respect for his craft wasnt there like that namsayin. I needs that Bar Mitzvah paper b.
So when my guy Eddie Stats hollered n asked if I wanted to review this shit I told him how I felt straight up n down… AYO YOU MY MANS N ALL BUT I JUS DONT FEEL AS THO THE APPRECIATION FOR MY CRAFT IS THERE B… I AM TO MUSIC REVIEWS WHAT JIM HENSON IS TO PUPPETRY NAMSAYIN. I AM TO THIS SHIT WHAT HELMUT LANG IS TO FASHION. OKAYPLAYER IS MY KESTNERGESELLSCHAFT… N I NEED YOU TO BE MY NORDDEUTSCHE LANDESBANK GIROZENTRALE FAM… I NEED THESE DEUTSCHMARKS…THESE EUROS…THESE PESOS…THE BREAD…THE BAUERNBROT…IMA NEED 20 RACKS CUZ ANYTHING LESS WOULD BE CHARITY WORK ON MY PART NAHMEAN. NOW IS YOU GON ALLOW ME TO CREATE OR YOU JUS GON MARGINALIZE ME UNTIL IM OUTTA MY MOMENT? CUZ CANT NOBODY DO IT LIKE ME. AINT ENOUGH BEANS IN NOBODY MARACAS TO SALSA WIT THE GAWD… Long story short Eddie wasnt wit that shit n I aint get no additional monetary appreciation whatsoever. But its coo… Ima do this shit for the culture regardless yo.
The big question on social media over the past few weeks has basically been whether this muthafucka Kanye actually losin his damn marbles forreal or if he jus happens to be puttin on a cute little act to get his name percolatin again. Not like he ever went anywhere…but when you represent not only the upperest echelon in hip hop but become the face of all boundary pushin music n its album time the little bimonthly sidebars in Rolling Stone n filler stories on TMZ n Perez Hilton aint gon cut it b. But I aint here to examine my dudes mental acuteness or give him a diagnosis like that yo. I aint Sigmund Freud or B.F. Skinner fam… I aint tryna pretend like I can dissect that man based off some ludicrous tweets n a mini Britney Spears meltdown backstage during his last SNL performance. Only synopsis I can make is “hmmm son is kinda a dickhead.”