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thatwhitebitch:

“I quit.  I quit.”

I just wanna talk about this for one second. 

I consider myself a hip hop fan.  I know about Young Money Entertainment, I watched the Lil’ Wayne documentary while I was taking a bath, I made my dad buy me Life After Death the day it came out after he got off of work when I was 13 because the store wouldn’t let me purchase it without parental consent, etc.  OK, whatever, I’m a mainstream hip hop fan, GTFO music assholes.

I love hip hop first and foremost for the sound of the music but second, I like it for the raging and unabashed sense of entitlement.  I understand that part of the  game, part of the swag, is acting like you’re the greatest in all the land.  On one hand it’s absurdly disrespectful but on the other it’s like, “Hell yeah, can’t wait to practice some dance moves and show my friends, this jam is the shit.”

Imagine being Drake for one second.  You’re a Canadian child star with a privileged upbringing and you decide to start rapping.  A couple years later you’re signed to Young Money and people are blowing smoke up your ass 24 hours a day.  Then you roll up to the VMAs and you’re shell-shocked you lost to Justin Bieber.

Drake, like, know thyself.  Justin Bieber is a fucking phenomenon.  Love him or hate him, he’s the king of America.  He causes riots.  He knows the president.  Three percent of all Twitter traffic is currently about Justin Bieber.  For whatever reason (12 year old girls), the machine, the very machine that took you from your wheelchair on Degrassi to that stupid Sprite commercial, is catapulting this kid to mega crazy fame and you’re mad because you didn’t get a Video Music Award?

What I’m trying to say is you can proclaim you’re the greatest all the live long day but when Justin Bieber takes a measly VMA out of your hands, sit there and take it like the supposed remarkable man you claim to be.  Damn.  Trashy as hell.

All of the above.