Dollars Make Sense.

Gucci!

Posted in music. by Jason Mekkam on July 2, 2010

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In the right context ignorance ignance is stupid fun. College life is a testament to this:

That Monday thru Friday grind. Professors berating us to master terms and concepts they claim are of immense importance (like the sexual proclivities of bonobo monkeys). The never ending cram sessions. All this we put up with for those two days at the end of the week. Of freedom. Where loved ones, cruelly kept apart by that dungeon they call ‘the library’, are reunited. Where our sole life’s aim becomes inserting a small white plastic sphere into red container at the other end of a green table formally used for ping pong. And where the simple things, like greasy Mexican food at 2 AM, bring us more joy than ever before thought possible.

And all this brought to you courtesy of Pabst Blue Ribbon. But let’s not kid ourselves. A tall boy of PBR is nothing more than 16oz of stupid in a can. But see there’s something enthralling about that stupid. Hypnotic even. Damn near mesmerizing. So much so that it becomes a guilty pleasure. There’s something special about it. Sure, we could be doing something more worthwhile, but why bother when getting dumb is so much more fun.

In a nutshell, this sums up to a tee how I feel about Gucci Mane. I get a lot of shit for liking Gucci. Suspect looks. Mocks and ridicule. My taste in music scrutinized. But I’m a big boy. I can handle it. But more so, I’m secure/confident enough that I can stand up and frankly admit:

My name is WULU. And I fucks with Gucci.

When it comes to all things ignant, on wax at least, no one goes it better than Gucci. His own brand of nonsensicality runs laps around others. He’s an artist. Like Michelangelo. Donatello. And them other two ninja turtles. The dude knows what he’s doing. A) He always picks dope beats. B) Gucci always murders said beats by switching up his flows effortlessly. A fucking animorph he is. C) His voice is always perfectly juxtaposed to the beat to the point where his voice becomes an instrument within itself. And D) His music is simply infections. Happy go lucky. Just makes you feel good. You can’t listen to Lemonade and not wanna paint everything around you yellow:

Yellow watch. Yellow dandelions. Yellow school bus. Yellow teeth.

See.

Infections.

So for making me happy (And giving me favorite rap catchphrase right in front of “Oh you fancy huh?“), Gucci, you I co-sign. And to the haters, I say fuck em.

Burrrrrrrrr trick. Burrrrrrrrr.

Ignance wins this round. Sorry Q-Tip.

New vid:

Antisocial (Ft. Mylah) by Gucci Mane

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