Yo! What it do? It’s ya boy, Russ–straight mobbing in the herbarium. Herb, my G! 420! Holla!
So I’mma holla at you about how we a culture in decline yo.
Thanks to complicity of gimmicky-ass slave-descendants like Nick Cannon®, the slave-classes can funk and fake they way to the bottom of modern-day-slavery, paving the way for other slaves to proudly fight among each other for the scraps of the elites’ table of plenty. Hell ya, mah dude! This mah shit!
So I was chilling in the cut, doing what I do, and smoking what I smoke–you feel me? 420! Holla! On the tele-bible comes my G Nick Cannon®, and I say to myself, “Yo! Nick Cannon® is the hottest out right now–I wonder what bullshit he be recommending that I pointlessly purchase?” Now check it: I’m my own person. I’m an individual–part of a vast herd of individuals. I do me. You feel me? Holla! Still, when I found out that, like me, Nick Cannon® was raised in San Diego, I was like, “Hell nah! Is you kidding me!?” Then I emoted other impotent chatter, trading an invigorating distraction of pathos for the frustrating reality that I am trapped, by my socially engineered bad priorities, within a culture of insane puppets who guilt and shame each other into pretending that “celebrities” matter.
So, in the video, Nick Cannon® starts dancing like a modern-minstrel-show, just without the white gloves, then he’s all, “Wassup ya’ll? Nick Cannon® here!” And right away I’m thinking, “Damn! Nick Cannon® slurred together the words ‘what’, ‘is’ and ‘up’–so I can DEFINITELY trust him, because he does not articulate! Surely that is ‘keeping it real’.” Then Nick Cannon® said “Nick Cannon®,” so I was certain that he was, in fact, THE Nick Cannon®–a person who matters!
To make a long story longer, slave-descendant Nick Cannon®–who matters far more to me than the people around me–starts to pitch Wonka (W)rapper. Get it? It’s a beat-maker: a (w)Rapper. Now Nestle Company®, who owns The Willy Wonka Candy Company®–they ain’t never ever promoted they bullshit with a mainstream hip-hop puppet, since the company’s advent after a 1905 merger of Anglo-Swiss Milk Company®. You feel me? Holla! So when I saw my boy Nick Cannon® on the tele-bible, peddling slave-master’s sugary shit to a culture of physically and spiritually diabetic slaves–I was like, “This mah shit!” You feel me? 420! Holla!
Then I emoted other impotent chatter, trading an invigorating distraction of pathos for the frustrating reality that I am trapped, by my socially engineered bad priorities, within a culture of insane puppets who guilt and shame each other into pretending that “celebrities” matter. Our culture be winding down yo! You feel me? Holla!
“The Toys Go Winding Down” — Primus