he flew collaborators to hawaii
for a revival of style recording retreat.
under a strict vail, red-eye work ethic, and
compliance with a 'no hipster hats' rule, the maestro
assembled a lineup for his latest
dark twisted fantasy well shielded from the
flashbulbs each contributor was accustomed.
the creative experiment remained un-tweeted about until the rue was ready...
then like waves of aftershocking bass,
kanye released the mixed and matured offspring of the commune
as a series of "Good Friday" tracks, each siphoning listeners into a spiral of 2010 boom-bap
laced with blue-black emo and an assortment of mariner's linked gold chain bling*
he was back and better.
I sat ready to regurgitate listening to the first 5 verses of So Appalled.
Then RZA materializes at the end of the track to exclaim just how
, "fucking ridiculous" a world star's life is.
I actually thought I'd matured past the addictive scent of a new red corvette
till I tried a full cigarillo of loud speaker yeezy, fresh on a friday.
all i could do was hope it wasn't a gateway to something more likely to induce
bobby brown jaw/
oh and by the way, "they shot the nose off the sphinx..."
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