I’m also unclear why I would’ve had to get off the couch to blog this.

It makes me sad that young people think this is good hip hop.

Future shouldn't be in the same sentence as outkast...

Kendrick blows this guy out of the water. The music videos that you embedded was horseshit “weed and bitches” rap. This guy truly does, make Kanye West, look like a genius.

First time I listened to DS2 I turned it off after 5 or 6 tracks and thought, “what a fraud. This shit sucks”. Now I’m a fringe member of #futurehive. What turned it around was something not at all mentioned in this article: Future is fucking hilarious.

Poppin’ bottles, cookin’ dope, bangin’ hoes, wearing Gucci...all at the same damn time. That’s about every bad rap song that has ever been written. Man, I miss Big L.

Counterpoint: Future fucking sucks

I think his music is bad. Bye.

It’s a tense time, but I predict that five years from now, whatever he’s been through will have made Future perfect.

That’s a lot of words to fail to point out that none of this dude’s rhymes are particularly good and show little depth and little wit. Probably because he’s churning out so many tracks, he doesn’t have time/energy to put any actual thought and work into any of them.

Future is shit. 5th grade level poems recited in triplets. To put my money where my mouth is: here is flow. Edgerrin James reference for your deadspinners.

Thomas Friedman, is that you?

Away, hopefully.

They want the player to be not black.

I’m convinced that Joey Tallywacker is engaging in a Trump-esque experiment in which he’s seeing how dumb he can go and still get tons of support. So far, he hasn’t found the bottom. People love him and his terrible jokes and puns.

2009 called. it said shut the fuck up.

He’ll be OK. Dalton’s baggage always seems to find him in the first round of the playoffs.

Here, me: I make the coaching motions with my noise mouth. The brain is where I live. I am crouched on the rim of the sun, observing humanity. I am the potato lotus, flowing. My beams are the beams of my teams, shining into their humanity from benches and boxes. Will I teach them the secrets of the trapezoid? I will…