The year was 2012. Mad heads was lost tryna find they way up outta KENDRICK LAMAR's bootyhoole. But despite being lodged deep up in an anus, they persisted in sounding trumpets of accolade. And it was cool. He made good music and all. But sometimes it all felt too well crafted, like he was following pointers out of a '70s issue of Rolling Stone. An AOR (read: ALBUM ORIENTED ROCK) rap album. Lacking the spontaneity and disposibility that makes popular music so irresistible. So high concept it sometimes felt like we was listening to a PINK FLOYD album. Wasn't no party starter.
Dat's fine and all. But I often feel as if music critics view popular music thru the rubric of high art, which is entirely inappropriate when you're dealin with a popular form. I just wanna have fun and forget the worries of my shitty fuckin existence. Dat's why I always be goin for TRINIDAD JAME$ and 2CHAINZ before I go for KENDRICK LAMAR. Yeah, I know on a aesthetic level they far inferior, but the stupidity help me get thru the day.
So fuck it mane. I stay tuned to Clear Channel monopoly radio, cause that shit be pumpin the hits that help a menial worker like myself carry on. I ain't got time for an aesthetic approach to pop music. Play me da KENDRICK LAMAR hits interspersed with some ROSCOE DASH or PRETTY RICKY or KIRKO BANGZ -- anything that will help me swallow down the poison of trickle down economics.