CROSS-EXAMINATION BY KHALID STRICKLAND a.k.a. BLACK PACINO
As the world turns & my Kush burns, I was just thinking…
You know who reminds me of LeBron James? Drake.
They’re both prematurely-crowned kings. Drake is the “Chosen One” for backpackers and light-skinned suburban niggas (they’re back in style now).
Both James & Sweetcake Drake were nice guys anointed by The Machine to keep their industries relevant. In order to become champions, the two poster-boys took the path of least resistance by aligning themselves with other megastars.
Aside from his music on the radio and guest appearances, I don’t listen to Drake much. He’s talented and his beats are tight but his whiny voice annoys me. Jean Grae spits harder.
However, Drake was comparable to Neo in The Matrix. From the jump, he had a monster buzz without a major label backing him. Drake’s success as an independent may have been the deathblow to The Machine as we know it. In that respect, I cheered for him.
So with the weight of the universe on his shoulders what does Drizzy do? He signs with Young Money so that another megastar, Lil’ Wayne, can get a cut of the action. Like LeBron’s decision, this move can be interpreted as genius or short-sightedness.
In my opinion Lil’ Wayne, or should I say Lil’ Wade, came out on top by co-opting the one star who may have outshined him. Baby is a platinum-toothed Pat Riley.
Hopefully Drake’s mom won’t fuck Lil’ Twist or another second-rate Young Money dependent.