Alright, I think this is it.
Despite being a dude who sometimes shops at J. Crew, I maintain a deep love for hip-hop music, but last night when I saw that Lil Wayne leads the way in Grammy nominations with eight, I died a little inside.
Not familiar with Lil Wayne? Let me offer you some lyrics off the hit track “Got Money” from his album Tha Carter III:
Now I was bouncing through the club
She loved the way I did it but
I see her boyfriend hatin’ like a city cop
Now I ain’t never been a chicken but my fitty cocked
Say I ain’t never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Now where your bar at?
I’m tryna rent it out
And we so bout it bout it
Now what are you about?
I know it’s kind of hard to understand what he’s saying, but I think it helps when he repeats the same exact line twice, only changing “fitty” (which means gun!) to “semi” (which means gun too!).
And Lil, I hear that you’re “bout it bout it” but when you’re not really explaining what exactly, you’re “bout,” before you ask me what I’m about, it’s just poor form.
This song went all the way to the top 10 in the Billboard Top 100, which means lots and lots of people like it. Maybe even some of you. I see you. Looking at your keyboard in shame.
It is a shame dammit! Lil Wayne is absolute garbage. He’s terrible. And the fact that he leads every single artist, including Jigga, in Grammy nominations means that maybe the state of hip-hop is at its worst.
Although in 1998 Puff Daddy or P. Diddy or P or Diddy or I’m Glad I Discovered Biggie Because Otherwise I’d Be Unemployed Right Now won the Grammy for Best Rap Album with his terrible “No Way Out,” so I guess things have gotten a little better.
But just a little.