For the record, this situation isn’t simply just some “internet shit,” as my real life is seriously affected. Additionally, the attempts to silence and suppress me weren’t brought about by “beefs” with bald-headed bitches, though said beefs have been instrumental in the Feds’ plot to play me. Basically, the Feds want me to “get down or lay down,” but I chose the third option. Criminalizing minding your motherfuckin’ business is crazy! And believing that you can force a free man to fold and forgo his right to autonomy is astronomically comical. Y’all know that I’m too good at what I do for anyone with a brain to believe your bullshit claims of being oblivious to my prolificacy, proficiency, passion, promise, and prominence, right? I’m too talented and tantamount to the greats to be taken lightly. Anyhoo, everybody lives on the internet these days. Whether you’re consuming and commentating or creating and communicating, you’re a component of the current state of socialization. “Say it to my face,” is a statement that suggests challengers should be scared to stand in the presence of a triggered, defensive antagonist. But from my perspective, if I were saying “fuck you” on the internet, motherfucker, that means “fuck your face,” too! Who the fuck do people think they are? Humans, you’re fucking human! You’re susceptible to whatever you’re wishing on or willing to do to your enemies. And as long as motherfuckers aren’t able to accept that anybody can “get it,” people are going to keep “getting it.” Remember, retaliation is regularly a reciprocal cycle. Famous people have sat on their pitiful podcasting asses and antagonized me, allusively, just to justify their continued creation of chaos and confusion in my life. Not only is the animosity fueled by my refusal to recognize others as superior, but it’s backed by the Feds feeling like I deserve to be humbled. Speaking of internet beef, let me touch on these touchy topics quite quickly, because some of y’all goofies need to get a grip. So, if you don’t know, hip hop’s favorite podcaster and the Bed-Stuy brawler—who allegedly beat up the boisterous battle rapper over his entanglement with the cheating-ass champagne-named chick—have the same manager. Shout-out to “Janky Jew.” Recently, both the Bed-Stuy brawler and the champagne-named chick—who used to be married and have a daughter together—took to social media to deal in drama. I only watched portions of the Bed-Stuy brawler’s rant, and I didn’t watch his ex-wife’s video at all, so I’m only giving my opinion on his perspective. In his rant, the Bed-Stuy brawler made several judgements on the champagne-named chick’s character. First, if the champagne-named chick is a “narcissist” and a “liar,” any excuse she’s presented to placate the Bed-Stuy brawler for his fury over her cheating is questionable, right? With that, in believing that he has evidence on a nefarious motive behind his ex-wife cheating, the Bed-Stuy brawler played two different audio recordings—claiming that said recordings prove that the champagne-named chick was only perpetuating her infidelity because she was being “blackmailed.” In one recording, the boisterous battle rapper asserts that he has physical evidence of his forbidden relationship with the champagne-named chick that he’d release if nobody believes the infidelity occurred. In the second recording, the champagne-named chick suggests—and I’m paraphrasing—that she only kept dealing with the boisterous battle rapper to keep the drama surrounding their affair less dramatic, which makes absolutely no fucking sense, at all! After calling his ex-wife a “liar,” the Bed-Stuy brawler insinuated that he somewhat believed said ex-lover’s excuse for continuing to abandon him and their daughter in her unfaithfulness. Y’all, this whole shit is fake as fuck! But to the champagne-named chick, girl, you’re aging like fine wine—salute! Shout-out to the “GWOAT,” as I’m a big fan, and she knows it. Shit, everyone involved in this fabricated foolishness knows that I’m a fan of the GWOAT. Do y’all see where I’m going here? You’d be surprised how far the Feds have gone to discredit and discourage me. These miserable motherfuckers act like I’m supposed to be crying and questioning why I haven’t gone viral yet. Obviously, it’s because you’re using your power stop my shine and stifle my success. But we all know what’s about to happen…
Omniscience