Drake’s determination definitely didn’t dwindle with his dominance after a discernibly dejecting defeat to the black belt beast of verbal violence, “Kung Fu Kenny.” And almost every single song selected for frigid, fickle fans to coldly critique from the Iceman’s recent releases is mind-meltingly magma—factually fire—like lava! Okay, that’s a little lame, but y’all see what I was trying to do there. And of course, some subliminal shots were thrown toward the world’s most magnetizing mind, but my bullshit-proof brain bounces barrier-breaking, ballistic babble back to its senders. I don’t disdain Drizzy for co-conspiring with conspirators and his careless, cursory celebrity counterparts, it just sucks that so many seemingly smart people are such suckers! Honestly, I’m still not in a music mood, as my mind is completely concentrated on finishing what the fuck-ass Feds started. But because my immense intelligence and ineradicable influence inspires popular and powerful people, let’s think about all the threatening, taunting tough-talking that rappers regularly relay. Aubrey, you’re the last lad with a sweet, song-singing soul that should practice perpetuating niggas’ normal nonsense. First, you as a big, bad, braggadocio bully isn’t believable. Second, your brand is building billion-dollar businesses and banging bad bitches, not beefing and being as “black” as possible, right? Mr. Graham, why would the conspirators controlling our culture convince said culture’s most influential individuals to sustain stereotypes? Is it because stupidity sells? That’s probably part of their thinking. Is it because normalizing niggas’ nonsensical proclivities and popularizing provocative personalities keeps folks fighting and feuding because they think that’s what they’re always supposed to do? That’s also apparently a component of culture-controlling conspirators’ ideology. To all you messy-ass, melanated males who will NEVER correct the culture’s corrupted consciousness with casual conversations commonly centered on allusively attacking and subliminally slighting me as officers of our oppressors, pretended positivity and stolen smart statements aren’t answers to anything. I don’t fuck with y’all because you’re fake as fuck, not because I believe beefing builds brands. You’re fucking with the Feds, and those conspiring crooked cops are coercing and coaxing you to come at me because they know for a full fuckin’ fact that y’all ain’t nothin’ like me—you lack leadership qualities, you’re perfectly persuadable, you’re helpful and harmless to their atrocious agenda, etc. Remember, they told Ice Cube to tell me, “Fuck yo’ agenda!” Nigga, my “agenda” is what you’ve supposedly spent your complete career claiming to consider crucial—liberating those lost, locked down, and least likely to overcome oppression. Preaching and professing ain’t got niggas nowhere noticeably new, unless they’re exploitative evangelists pick-pocketing praying prey from the pulpit and making millions manipulating malleable minds. Does that sound familiar? These “I’m sick and tired!” scenes and sounds are the same shit over and over again, ain’t it? And that’s because you bitches are brainwashable and buyable. For the objective observers, like I’ve been saying, the crazy conspirators and co-conspirators are using unity and the idea of integration to make my antagonism toward their oppressive obsession with making me miserable, copying my content, leeching from my life, and stopping my success seem divisive and dismissive. In other words, the people in power and the people that the people in power are paying, pacifying, and pandering to so they feel that fighting said power is pointless are making me the villain because I’m choosing to fight the power and the folks fighting for the people with the power instead of allowing the power and power-protecting people to consume and control me. And contrary to claims from his complete career, Ice Cube don’t know nothin’ ‘bout that! Anyhoo, somebody tell “Miss Michigan” I said hi, seriously. Also, shout-out to Destiny Jones, Coco Jones, Estelle, Nia Long, Lala Anthony, Rocsi Diaz, H.E.R., Jayda Wayda, Pretty Vee, and anybody who has tried to push positive vibes in my direction—whether you’re working with the weak-ass weirdos or not. Now, that doesn’t apply to everybody, just who I’ve referred to as the cover-up crew. All the rest of y’all can go with your God—like your friends and family that are “coincidentally” succumbing to suspiciously convenient, conspiratorial circumstances ‘cause you’re cowards. Your Honor, I’m almost ready! So, soon…
Omniscience