In any case, within 15 minutes I get to see Rap Camp in action. Kanye throws on the instrumental for "So Appalled," which plays on hypnotic repeat for more than an hour while Pusha puts pen to paper finishing his verse. Then RZA walks in the room. And of course he's got on sunglasses inside. And of course he's wearing an all-black Ed Hardy-esque ensemble with matching dragon tattoo prints that start on his baseball cap, slither down his T-shirt, and end on his cargo pants. And of course he pulls out a Bobby Digital customized Akai drum machine with the Zorro mask and Wu logo on its face. Because that's what you do when you're a motherfucking national treasure. BONG!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Not coming soon to VH1
If all governments responded to disasters the way that a team of hip-hop luminaries came to the aid of Kanye West during the recording of My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, then West would never have been in position to deliver his George W. Bush insult in the first place. This kind of thing does not happen to you:
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Hip-Hop,
Kanye West
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