This is it. peak of American civilization. credit to Grantland
Rick Ross is a fake! He’s in a fat black suit!
When the crosswalk tells me I have one second left to cross and I haven’t started but I cross anyway, I’m like:
When people say, “Sam, you do standup?” I’m like:
Remember the great ones
A truly historic day in the history of this great nation.
“He’s like a sex Godzilla… A sex Godzilla that can’t hit a breaking ball.”
MCA was the rare rapper that could combine a smart-ass improvisational style and affected gangster bravado with real opinions about how we can improve our world and the lives of everyone in it. Some view him as a Brad Pitt, the punk from License to Ill that got onto the big stage and used it to preach. I view him as a genius that continuously evolved over the years, somebody that recognized that people change and sometimes contradict themselves but when they do, it’s all part of the growth process, just life. In his own words, he took control of his life; his legacy will be in showing fans of the past, present and future that “it’s in the palm of your hand / the past is gone, the future yet unborn / but right here right now is where it all goes on.” If we embrace that idea, and also drive-by egg children in LA, then we can validate his career.
