Welcome to the world’s nightmare: hold it against me – we about to go H.A.M on Grey Poupon. Bourgie girl, grab her hand, f-ck that – she dont wanna dance; excuse my French, but I’m in France… I’m just saying: when in Rome – if you weren’t born a Caesar, might as well bard with Brutus #empirestateofdemise So do as the Romans do, and in such sit among those the elite who naturally bleed blue. Prince William ain’t do it right if you ask me, if I was him I woulda married Kate and Ashley – #jiggerishthings. Overt supremacy, with strong undertones of servitude to the throne of inherited American royalty at its most Shakespearean… Britney Jean Spears – don’t let she get in her zone, #toxictragedies Louisiana-style Lady Macbeth, Ophelia, Juliet… the illiterate that could write an American tale of nouveau riche royalty; Hov and Yeezy – Othellos in tow. Miami swelter, Carribean vibe, Bahamian drum and bass, Bermudian Triangle of Pop – inverted everything. Hov would never share the mic with Spears, but Yeezy would – and did; though they are at two ends of the spectrum, Hov and Jean earned their passports the old fashioned way: crime pays, sex sells – passports please. They played to our devious vices, you are the company you keep: welcome to The Crackhouse; where this is a problem, this is not music/I hope you find it – ‘cos we about to lose it.

Gorillas in Chinchillas (Slaves in Paris) by GreatEclectic

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