There's really no basis for it besides straws being grasped from Bowie's Blackstar album, but still found it funny.
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"Kanye West is Not Picasso I am Picasso Kanye West is Not Edison I am Edison I am Tesla Jay-Z is not the Dylan of anything I am the Dylan of Anything I am the Kanye West of Kanye West The Kanye West Of the great bogus shift of bullshit culture From one botique to another I am Tesla I am his coil The coil that made electricity soft as bed I am the Kanye West Kanye West thinks he is When he shoves your ass off the stage I am the real Kanye West I don't get around much anymore I never have I only come alive after a war And we have not had it yet"
Apr 25, 2025
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Kanye hasn’t been good in years but I remembered I stole this cd a while ago and had nothing else to listen to. It’s still shit.
May 25, 2025
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As the title suggests, Kanye was always one of my problematic faves but I think he's kinda became annoyingly problematic and comically evil to the point that he's lost me. I still listen to his old stuff though. I often don't realise how much I listen to it still until I see my last.fm stats. It's kind of undeniable that he's been one of the most influential people in hip-hop and wider pop culture for decades now, so it hurts more that he's gone so far down the deep end. One of these days I'll make my idea for a Kanye Broadway musical a reality. Trust me!
Jan 15, 2025

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