“I’m not the one you should be underestimatin’. Come test your fate and I’ll guarantee I’ll be under investigation.” Big Pun, Eminem, and Black Thought are interchangeable in the top spot of my most liked lyricists. Shout-out to Tariq and Marshall, as I feel impactful and important enough to address all according to my personal perception of them. You learn a lot about artists in consuming their content, and feelings of familiarity are common with consistent consumption. For instance, the most presumptuous of you probably feel that you’re privy to the particulars of my past, present, and perceptions of people enough to predict my perspective on things, huh? If so, why in the world won’t you wise up, because I’m sure that I’ve stated you’re stupid at least 350 time now. Much like misery loves company, fragility fiends for familiarity. And like the old saying goes, “Stupid is as stupid does.” Y’all, these weirdos want me to be weak with them, and it’s so fucking sad. In my opinion, vulnerability is valid whenever humans are having human experiences. But to a weak-ass weirdo, who would rather run from the realization that they’re repulsive and ridiculous than recognize it, being frank and forthcoming without fear or feeling frail must mean that the speaker is suppressing something. In the blockbuster “Bad Boys 2,” Martin Lawrence’s character—a career cop with a pompous and problematic partner—finds himself fed up with fuckery and foolishness and is frequently frustrated while struggling to figure out how to focus and forgive. In attending therapy, time and time again, the talks tend to take a turn toward the therapist toiling to tell the contemplating cop that he’s always angry—poking at the patient’s patience. In his decisive disagreement with the diagnosis, the calm and confident cop constantly claims that he isn’t angry, and that the triggering therapist merely makes him mad by craving to convince him that his frustration is in fact fury. Many manipulative motherfuckers mean to make up your mind for you when intransigently insisting that you see shit only their way. And that’s where the weak-ass weirdos have me fucked up at! First, fuck y’all! Second, kill your motherfuckin’ selves! Third, I hope all y’all fuckin’ die! Fourth, doing your damnedest to deceive mindful me and everybody else then delegating disrespectful do-gooders to delude objective onlookers is obviously offensive and validates my vexation. Fifth, why is the case-hardened congresswoman, Jasmine Crockett (allegedly), so noticeably nervous? Again, smart people simply shy away from stupid shit. Anyhoo, for the record, Tekashi 6ix9ine (allegedly) is declaredly a double-dealing industry plant, and I believe that he’s been buddied up with the bitch-ass badge boys from the beginning. Though his tenure with the “Trey” thugs was transient, and the backlash from his betrayal was bound to bite him, something’s suspicious about the timing of that terrifying tale of burglars breaking into his huge home. Even if the rambunctious rapper is really a recovering reprehensible reprobate with no alliances or association with the alphabet assholes, if I’ve had narc-ass neighbors “secretly” surveilling me for forever, the Feds ain’t far from wherever the wig-wearing wild one is. And if the stunt was staged, so was the statement suggesting that the suspects saw that the star was slipping and slid through. Also, do you consider it a coincidence that Porsha Williams (allegedly) got caught up with the country’s most crooked cops consequent to my comments about her seemingly screwing up a short script that was surely scribed to subliminally slight me? Like I said, the Feds keep fucking up like it’s fun or it feels good for them. Y’all, there are so many meaningful and monumental matters that I’m withholding that it’s haunting the hoes and homos in high places, and I’ve heard that they’re having horrible headaches and hellacious hissy fits. Would you believe me if I told you that Joe Budden and Lenard McKelvey (allegedly) are facing federal time? Like I said, I didn’t start this, and when not offering my opinions openly, I’ve only been responding to the allusive attacks and subliminal slights that are as unprovoked and unsolicited with the cover-up crew as they were with those initially involved. And soon…
Omniscience