When did the Black Panthers get a white lead singer, a bunch of Native American violinists dressed like raspberry oompa-loompas, and rainbows all over the place?
The only reason I clicked on this thread - I wanted to see what a "black panther invasion" looked like, I was thinking a bunch of black guys dressed up like the Oregon "militia" but I knew the 2nd amend. only applies to white people so I wasn't that surprised not to see one automatic weapon.
I call all music I don't like now "rap" just like I used to call all music I didn't like "disco". I'm really what we used to call in the old days a "square". And I don't watch football so it all worked out fine.
And I had to watch a video of "Bey" (that's what we in the know call her) do "Formation" to see what all the hub bub was about. Didn't see anything that anti-cop or anti-white. And if I did in the old days we preferred our music a little revolutionary and "anti-everything" basically. I mean the lyrics aren't exactly Dylan but they're not empty headed teen angst love song shit either, that stuff is what has always made me reach for the dial no matter what genre. I even looked at the lyrics to see if I missed some hate-speak in there...not really, unless you're inclined to think black pride equals white hate or her inherent female self-empowerment just makes her a ***** or a c***.
"Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess. Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh.
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin').
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces.
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana. You mix that Negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma.
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros. I like my Negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils.
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me.
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag.
I did not come to play with you hoes.
I came to slay, *****.
I like cornbreads and collard greens, *****. Oh yes, you best to believe it.
This whole glorious bit, which is your new anthem:
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay.
Okay ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay.
Prove to me you got some coordination. Slay trick, or you get eliminated.
When he **** me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay.
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay.
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J's, let him shop up, cause I slay.
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay. (I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay.)
You might just be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay. I might just be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay.
You know you that ***** when you cause all this conversation.
And finally, your new Facebook status: Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper."
Nothing to get one's panties in a knot, eh?