During this time of the year, students are preparing to walk across a stage, receive their college degrees and jump into the real world. So to those new graduates, congrats and good luck! Big shouts to my boy Kev Beverly, good luck, fam! And to all the mommas and grandmommas out there, Happy Mother's Day, you know we love our mommas in the Brainiac Society. On to business.
For the sport-minded, I'm sorry about not commenting on the A-Rod / Man Ram topic, but really, do you need more about things you already know? If you are under 35, chances are, your favorite baseball player was or is a cheater. But baseball is boring, I'd rather see a million homers per game. And to the "what about the kids" nonsense, if your child is dumb enough to do drugs because an athlete does it, then that's natural selection. In nature, dumb animals die. Now that we have gotten past that, on to things of a more important nature.
In my hand, I hold Vibe's "Best Rapper Ever" bracket, a March Madness style tournament to decide the best rapper in history, with every era represented. Now I was going to give you the list, and the bracket, but instead, here's my man Joey Jumpoff, who is unjustly rated as a 32 seed, while wack rappers like Trina, Rick Ross and Plies are equal to or greater than Joe Budden? Brotha, PLEASE. Vibe is out of line. He's correct. It's blasphemy. Project Pat is a 25 seed, while AZ is 30? You know what? Here's the bracket.
http://www.vibe.com/bestrapperever/downloads/BestRapperEver_Brackets.pdf
Sometimes, you just got to let a slow hip hop month be slow. I got a real problem with this.
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