There is actually no connection between the next two videos, other than the fact that I watched them on the same day, and I thought it might be really cool to get these kids together for a playdate or something:
Yer Poppa ain't usually all zeitgeisty in his hate, but apparently I'm not the only MF who's nixing the bracketology this year despite being a sports fan in general. Dudes have their reasons. For me, it's about my ever-waning ties to the product. In my ever-contracting mind, college basketball has become a thing for:
• college kids • dudes who still wish they were in college • dudes who really really like basketball • dudes and chicks who went to one of the colleges that give Dick Vitale super-stiff wood • dudes and chicks who went to colleges that got really good at basketball only recently and now have a nationally viable brand name because of it (which, technically, is a subset of "colleges that give Dick Vitale super-stiff wood") • people who will wager $5 on anything
Anyway, I'm not any of those things right now. So ... no bracket.
(Sorry about all the orange dicks. Kinda looks like some Keith Haring shit, though, which is nice.)
You know how in calculus, the "limit" of any equation is important? Because decimals can always get smaller and smaller? Or something like that? Like, because some equations can't hit 7 ever because there's always another decimal point after 6.999999999999999? If hip-hop is some giant equation -- and you know somebody somewhere is trying to compute that shit; don't even tell me they aren't; rap dudes inevitably see Pi and think they can be that guy -- then Lil B's raison d'être is to fuck infinitely/infinitesimally with all the variables that represent "coherence" and "purpose." This "Breath Slow" thing certainly ain't verging on the potentially deepest point of the trough, but it's goin' down down down:
I wish he would've truly tested whether his pants would stay up with the revolver in the band.