Hip Hop Culture for Grown-Ups
I caught wind of a new Fabolous leak this morning, on my search for “truth & justice,” & peeped it, out of curiosity if nothing else. It’s called ‘Body Count.’ (LISTEN HERE)
See, I was a big F-A-B-O fan at one time, but after awhile, his style was sharkbitten so much that I figured he’d fall back, & re-up on some 4.0 shit. & that was some years ago. Nowadays? No dice, whatsoever. Fast-forward a bit, & I hate to say it, but it would appear that Drake is becoming the king of Rap, like it or not. I thought it was evidence enough when Ludacris spit his now (not really) infamous “…Balloon!” verse that Drizzle is the man to emulate. Not that Luda isn’t a top tier rapper or anything, but I’m sure you smell my cologne. But, to hear Fabo go in so tough with the style that, he sounded like Drake could’ve wrote it, or vice versa, is more than enough reason for me to put aside the lightskin (Black)-on-lightskin (Black) hate & give Drake his props, word to Combat Jack.
Meanwhile, Drake said that too many dudes were surfing his swag, & that he’s done with the punchlines. As a matter of fact, I checked out a leak of his right afterwards (again, out of curiosity), called ‘On My Way.’ (LISTEN HERE)
The irony of this post is that, while cats are still high on the Drake Cakes punchline express, the dude’s not even rapping anymore. Just saying.