Kanye West is the sound of opportunity rapping — if only the GOP would listen
by Keith Koffler
| October 11, 2018 01:32 PM
With one notable exception, Republican leaders are failing to recognize that Kanye West’s pro-Trump, anti-Democrat “rant†on "Saturday Night Live" in the early hours of Sept. 30 was the sound of opportunity loudly knocking — rapping, you might say, if you weren’t afraid of bad puns.
There was nearly ubiquitous snickering that he must be off his meds. West, who has referred to himself as bipolar, said as much himself. And indeed, his meandering lecture was strange. But his comments about the press and the arts being overwhelmingly liberal — and therefore indoctrinating people with a viewpoint “so, so, one-sided†— and Democratic welfare policies destroying black families by taking “the fathers out the homes†would be seconded by any conservative.
Be honest. If West had instead taken over the stage to praise Barack Obama, whatever the level of coherence, nobody would be talking about him being batty. He’d just be given artistic license for his weirdness, since great artists can be odd ducks.
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"Great Artists"? Kanye West is probably the last person I'd describe as a "great artist". But then, I don't care for vulgar lyrics and low/no talent ""singing"" pop stars.
Here's an example of this ""great artist""....
All Day
Kanye West
All day, bleep
How long you niggas ball? All day, bleep
How much time you spent at the mall? All day, bleep
How many runners do you got on call? All day, bleep
Swish, swish, how long they keep you in court? All day, bleep
Take you to get this fly? All day, bleep
Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high? All day, bleep
You already know I’m straight from the Chi, all day, bleep
South, south, south side! All day, bleep
This Ye, bleep
Shoppin' for the winter, and it’s just May, bleep
Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, bleep
And you ain't gettin' money 'less you got eight figures
For that Jesus piece, man, I've been saved, bleep
Just talked to Farrakhan, that's sensei, bleep
Told him I've been on ten since the 10th grade, bleep
Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, my bleep, uh
I don't let 'em play with me
I don't let 'em talk to me no kind of way
Uh, they better watch what they say to me
People still gettin' popped on the day to day
Though I still got the 100 with the small face, bleep
Might spend 50 racks on my off day, bleep
You a fake Denzel like the Allstate bleep
If you run into me, better have Allstate with you, uh
You a Rico Suave, bleep
Ride around listening to Sade, bleep
If you ain't with us, you in our way, bleep
You an actor, you should be on Broadway, bleep
Cause you do shit the broad way, bleep
Your bitch got an ass, but my broad way thicker
Late for the class, in the hallway, bleep
Yeah, the dropout at it as always, bleep, as always
All day, bleep
I took a deep sweet breath, and I reached into my head
Gave him what I had left
At that moment I dispersed
All day, bleep
How-h-how long you ball? All day, bleep
How much time you spent at the mall? All day, bleep
How long it take you to get this fly? All day, bleep
Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high? All day, bleep
Pour some Hen out for my niggas that died, all day, bleep
And I keep a bad bitch on the passenger side, all day, bleep
You already know that I’m straight from the Chi, all day, bleep
South, south, south side! All day, bleep
I could do this all day, boy, I'm finna turn this bitch out
They need that Ye in the streets, boy, there's been a motherfucking drought
Don't really matter what I make, boy, you know I still go wild
Like a light skinned slave, boy, we in the mothafuckin' house
Right now, lookin' real sus right now
I swear I've been on this flight like a month right now
Stupid niggas gettin' money, Forrest Gump right now
Shout-out to Jackie Chan, I need to stunt right now
They've been lookin' at the Gram, I've been lookin' at the Grammys
Like, woo, that's us right now
24/7, 365 days, everybody gettin' paid
Niggas lookin' at me like I'm worth both MJs
People saying, "Ye, Ye, take it easy"
20 Gs for the Yeezy's off of eBay
Niggas do the most and they ain't done shit
Only way I can sum it up, son of a bitch
(Hands up, hands up)
Some want you dead, ay
All day bleep
I took a deep sweet breath, and I reached into my head
Gave him what I had left
At that moment I dispersed
Get low, alright
Get low, alright
What up? Alright, alright
Stay low, alright
Stay low, alright
South, south, south side, all day bleep
Well, well, well
Let me run
Let me run to see who came undone
You've been right in my face
Let me run 'til you're off my case
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa