“The evening had begun just as memorably. [Beyonce] opened the show partnering with Prince for a Purple Rain medley. The timeless, mysterious legend lending his endorsement to pop’s next great. “I’ve had shows where I performed with a broken heel, or when I went into a back bend and tried to catch-and missed- Jay’s belt buckle during ‘Déjà Vu’ at the BET Awards…but that night with Prince, I was in a trance,” she explains. “I don’t remember anything after I walked through the smoke onstage. I was definitely Sasha that night, completely free.” —dream hampton, Beyonce: Portrait of a Lady (Giant Magazine, 2008)
- me: what it comes down to is
- PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T WRITE ABOUT RAP BEFORE ODD FUTURE NEED TO STOP WRITING ABOUT RAP
- Judnick: honestly kreayshawn i dont believe you. you need more ppl
- YES YES YES YES YES YES
- IM HAVING THIS EXACT CONVO
- me: AND MAYBE A LOT OF PEOPLE WHO DID WRITE ABOUT RAP BEFORE THEM TOO
- Judnick: im like remember when people were like this shit BUMPS. and then everyone was liek word
- me: hahahahahaha
- Judnick: and then you yelled rap lyrics at each other and everyone was like fuck thats tight
- me: hahahahahah
- Judnick: and then we were ike aight cool.
- and that was rap
- i need that back.
You would think all white rappers by 2011 would have gotten the memo
Stop dropping n bombs.
“Xzibit was very chill. We probably shared 3 entire bags of Fiery Hot Cheetos.” —
I was expecting him to perpetually scream “SUP DAAAWWWWG!!!” but that’s just his broadcast persona. He spoke calmly and consumed Cheetos.