Clifford “Tip” Harris, comedy could conceivably combat criticism coming from a career of criminality by confirming commendable contrasts in one’s once-believed one-dimensional character, but can it clear a criminal’s conscience and help circumvent the consequences of being considered contradictory by certain critics? Peer pressure and injurious influences have ruined as many lives as rappers who glorify and glamourize gangster shit. T.I. made an album distinctly dedicated to drug dealers and dummies destined for death aptly titled “Trap Muzik,” where music rhythmically riddled with mixed messages may have made many malleable minds misunderstand the main objective of Tip’s theme. By the same token, Clifford could’ve been confused himself. For example, the last two songs on the admittedly awesome album—an Atlanta classic—are named “Be Better Than Me” which is funnily followed by “Long Live da Game.” So, after adamantly asserting that “money, hoes, cars, and clothes” and riding on “twenty-fo’s” while making mounds of dirty dollars and wrapping them in rubber bands are all mandatory for men meaning to be recognized and respected, T.I. told those tuned in to his toe-tapping tunes to “be better” than him by steering clear of street shit, then suggested that if he died in the streets, the “trap” game should live forever. For the record, the Feds haven’t been “following and fucking with me forever” because I’m a goofy-ass gangster—I’m an intellectual who has allegedly done numerous nerdy no-nos. But my point is, the deliberate damage done to fans of fuckery and foolishness by noxious and nonsensical artists assuming the position of trend-setters can only be undone by proving how poisonous and pernicious such petty, puerile people are. Cliff, King ain’t intentionally or insistently fake or a fraud, he’s a product of his environment. And I know that you know that I know that the bitch-ass badge boys have had you subliminally shooting at me because I’ve said this before. Like I said, peer pressure and injurious influences made you make deliberately dumb decisions, and your attitude and approaches to life were adopted by your most malleable-minded offspring. Additionally, anger, annoyance, indignation, intensity, and “standing on business” ain’t street shit, it’s human shit! And as a comedy fan, if you’ve watched any of George Carlin’s specials, you’re sure to see the similarities between him and me. It’s true that great minds think alike, as Carlin’s conscious, comical commentary hasn’t directly influenced me. In other words, the profane pontificating that I do on a professional level ain’t a black thing! Y’all are stupid as fuck out there, man. And instead of labeling yourselves as “street niggas” or “real niggas,” stop lying to your motherfuckin’ selves! Because you are, or were, simply stupid niggas with narcissistic tendencies, antagonistic attitudes with adverse effects on advantageousness, a greed for green but none for growth, and liabilities to your friends and families. Once again, ain’t nobody taught me shit—who I am is who I’ve naturally always been. I grew up around disrespectful, disloyal, dysfunctional people that I didn’t really respect. So, I dissociated myself to distinguish the differences between them and me yet still attempted to promote positivity and help heathens understand things, but the damage done by everyone’s elders is cemented. If a doctor and a drug addict can come from the same upbringing without favoritism or special treatment, that’s an indication that intelligence is intrinsic and isn’t instilled or inherited. With that, the same desire for more that prompts poor people to live lives of crime isn’t different from a rich kid aspiring to live adventurously and experience everything they may have missed as a “suburb-ass nigga.” You’re not complimenting yourself by claiming to have overcome all the dangerous and dumb shit you deliberately decided to do! Cliff, McDonald’s was hiring when you were slinging sacks of crack and cocaine. Listen, capitalism isn’t what’s condemnable, stupidity is. Yes, addicts will exist regardless, and addictions require suppliers. But niggas, nobody should know all the illegal shit you’re doing while you’re doing it, and if they do, you’re just trying to impress motherfuckers. Get the fuck out of here! Speaking of pretending, putting on, playing a part, etc., lame-ass, light-skinned Chicago rapper, I don’t believe shit you say, sir. Now, say some slick shit, and I’m exposing you! You picked a mighty fine time to turn “plant,” pal. And to the rest of y’all, you’re getting sued! Soon…
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