Don't Say A Word (Kibba You Mouth)
I thought I was over hip hop "gossip" when the Drake vs. Kendrick ordeal turned into a high-level Black Canadian smear campaign. After unfollowing numerous bloggers and vloggers that I previously held in high regard (and even looking at some T-Dot defenders of K-Dot sideways), I realized that the fight is bigger than me. Even as a bonafide Screwface Capital protector...I decided to just stop letting the perspectives anger me. I stopped listening to outsiders tell me about the city I was born and raised in, and I continued to run my Drizzy chunes. Some of my thoughts, I decided, are better left unsaid as to not...disrupt my own peace. Which is sacred. Enter: the Diddy fiasco. I've been following it from time, so what's breaking news to some is old ass news to me right now. I went in. And I didn't go in as a Diddy hater, I went in as someone who has always been entertained by this fellow, in the way that Ragga Ruggie is currently entertaining me from the UK. (Google