Mac Miller aka - Ever since Asher Roth fell the fuck off…the new king of Gentrification Hop jus been baskin in all his cushiony splendor on a mountain of duvets rhymin bout eatin macaroni salads n buildin pillow forts in his living room n whatever whatever… This muthafucka been workin wit plenty heavyweights n veterans lately…but that wont change sons pedigree one bit namsayin. Word is bond…back when young Malcom’s ancestors was still holdin muthafuckas like Gulliver captive n bakin cookies in trees…the forefathers of Rap was layin down the foundation for future emcees to rhyme bout they experiences n murder beats n what have you. Then New Jack Swing came along n fucked all that shit up nahmean…before you knew it mad niggas was rockin silk polka dot outfits n climbin all over each other when they danced n breakin all the man codes in existence namsayin. Accordin to the legends I heard… it was durin that “set adrift on memory bliss” era that a mad scientist took a My Buddy doll n marinated it in all the Johnson & Johnsons baby products the nigga could find n took it to a park while it was a light drizzle outside n tied it to a kite n let that shit hover over a rainbow for like 15 minutes n then buried it in his cabbage patch nahmean…. 9 months later the snow nigga Mac sprouted outta the ground. True story b…– Ghostface Killah on Mac Miller (via aphoticoccurrences)
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