Racism reveals prejudiced people’s ignorance, intolerance, and hatred for humanity. Before the soviet sissies stole and sullied the swastika’s symbolism, it stood for peace and prosperity. But prior to reprobates referencing race when insisting that inferiority is indicated by colors and complexions, humans hated each other for whatever ridiculous reasons they resonated with. As long as differences are discernible, and while qualities and quantities vary vastly, distinctions will divide. No, African-Americans ain’t apes. But petty, puerile people shouldn’t possess the power to piss others off to the point where their offensiveness perpetually prompts the prioritization of highlighting hatred only for the sake of harboring hatred. Mass media makes mockeries of professionalism and adulthood daily. In my opinion, no one should ever place politicians or professional pontificators on a pedestal, as the preference to present oneself publicly with propriety isn’t promised. Donald Trump is your president, regardless of his ridiculous reasons for hating humans, and creating controversy to counter the controversial contempt that you believe he has for you is highly hateful. Sometimes, I feel smarter than I suppose I should, as I seem to see shit so much more clearly than the world’s so-called superiors—lackluster leaders. The way I see it, all y’all are fuckin’ stupid, and if you’re offended, so am I! Bad Bunny, an artist with an alliterative appellative, performed the Halftime Show at the boring-ass Super Bowl, and I wonder if he’s concerned about the casualties conceivably connected to this crazy conspiracy. Keeping my composure and colossal consciousness was clearly not part of the conspirators and co-conspirators’ prone to perish, piss-poor planning. And me putting the pieces together like a puzzle is probably perplexing them—the stupid motherfuckers. Anyhoo, I still haven’t listened to “The Fall-Off” in its entirety, but I admit that I’m slightly disappointed in the beat selection from what I’ve heard so far. Additionally, I sense that Cole’s mind may have been too focused on making music and singing songs as opposed to translating thoughts and effortlessly expressing himself, as many of the melodies and mixes feel like filler material and album tracks—if that makes sense. If you’re a music lover, you know when artists aren’t creatively centered or totally tapped in, or when the budget wasn’t big enough to bring the bangers, because their album will have a few good singles and a gang of garbage tracks. In fact, most of Jay-Z’s albums are absolutely brimming with brilliant bars but booty song selection. Hi, Hov! Still, I need a few good listens to finalize my opinion. I ain’t been in the mood for music in a minute, honestly. First, niggas who don’t know me and neglect to note my name are allusively attacking and subliminally slighting me, even in mainstream music, as frivolous friends of the fuck-ass Feds. Second, the country’s most crooked cops and chief conspirators have cameras in my crib and are carelessly conveying my private and personal proceedings to cruel and callous celebrity and commonplace content-creating co-conspirators, which is pretty peeving. Third, I’m mad as a motherfucker! Imagine imagining that everything’s going to be alright after I get up and stand up for my rights as a consequence of being at the center of a crazy conspiracy that you created and are pompously perpetuating to prove a point that’s destined to destroy you. You’re all fucked! Shout-out to Wale, who allegedly discreetly dissed me on his latest LP. If you don’t believe that Melyssa Ford has, or had, a crippling crush on me, ask Wale. Like I said, the weak-ass weirdos’ workers are my best witnesses and their weakest links. “All we gotta do is stick together,” huh? Being loyal to lies won’t last long, as it’s like being in a relationship with a romancer who refuses to recognize reality. If you don’t know, a romancer excessively exaggerates and fancies falsehoods. The hating-ass hoes and homos at the helm of this horrific conspiracy imagined that making me out to be a desperate deceiver would work in their favor. Well, that’s too bad, ain’t it? And soon…
Omniscience