The first time I heard of #KanyeWest, he was troubling the waters of higher education matriculation with his freshman release: #TheCollegeDropout. As someone with a college degree, I had a very strong reaction to the title. Though the content of the album was sheer genius, I couldn’t help but quickly pen a response entitled: The College Sit-In.
Fast forward 16 years (or FOUR election cycles!) and he’s at it again! Only this time, he’s stirring up trouble in the democratic election process. I fired off on Kanye back then yet here I am, ready to let him have it again. I present to you:
Discredited: The Electoral College Drop Out
West and Trump are something else!
The two of them have something special.
To me, his run seems like a pre-dealt and welcomed distraction now.
There hasn’t been a more doctored team up
Since his wife’s double D cups –
That was mean, I’mma need to be redeemed, bruh –
I’m an elder with a track record now!
This audacity to be dope
Is unmatched bombastically by a capacity to boast.
Unmasked by tragedies invoked, their reality is off-balance.
Like COVID graduates whose pomp was missed tragically,
They’ve graduated from dark and twisted fantasies
To launch an attempted strategy that’s gonna be hard to challenge.
Though he has a dark and uncertain chance,
It still deserves a staunch and concerted glance.
Ye’s pomp and circumstance is not to be laughed off.
The balls it takes to launch into this conservative landscape
Oughta be cautiously and circumspectively manscaped…
Before we end up with a tourniquet for a band-aid we just can’t snatch off.
‘Ye, I know you’ve renewed your Christian vows,
But you’ve put me in a dilemma now –
You’re in the news as a contender for political clout? –
bow out, you’re in the wrong arena!
You’re splitting the vote – this isn’t some backseat custody battle!
This is so political and pivotal – just leave the ballot…
If you’re rigging votes, it’s pitiful – just sing a ballad,
lest I dismantle your mantle with every song subpoenaed.
I’m talking a classic clap back
Aimed to push your Whig party snap back into your backpack.
You ran your trap passed one too many polls in the clout of your rap caucus.
I understand you’re bipolar
But fam, don’t split the vote this wide open…
We can’t survive divided polls – our united goal is to get this
guy thrown and ran out of office.
You really can’t see this, Mr. #West2020?
You can’t see the need to concede this contest like a southern thumping?
This isn’t the time to be conceited, a government running is an act of treason.
In fact, your late registration
Is a lame representation…
‘Ye, your 808 heartbreak’s achin’ to leave us attacked and beaten.
Do you remember when you said Bush doesn’t care about us?
What do you think MAGA says about Trump?!!
Trump cares about Trump and his platoon of Looney Tunes goons and troops.
Give up whatever game you’re playing, you win –
you already have it all!
We don’t need a new party to wag the dog…
The stakes are too high to pad the fall – take a dive now while the pool’s diffused.
If I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t run.
Hell, if I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t stunt.
I’d sooner wear wooden stumps then rock those Yeezys in a walk of shame!
They’re so queasy!
Why do new pairs look so greasy?!!…
Straight up, those Adidas would NOT make it easy to walk this way!
But I got off topic, I digress.
(I’ve been dying to get that off my chest.)
Though I’d like to wish you all the best, I can’t support where you’re laying your head.
We need you to WAKE UP – I’ve seen how Westworld ends!
This destiny you’re manifesting is NOT a westward trend…
This is ain’t Western Union or Western Inn –
I’m not donating a dime through the wire, you’ve made your bed.
When you threw your hat into this misfit ring,
I think you forgot “MAGA” was still printed on the thing:
You just about kissed the ring when you hugged Trump’s neck unprompted.
So, though the West Wing is good wordplay (it’s the dopest!),
The way you’ve been wrestling let’s us know it’s already broken…
Like a penny with hole in it or Lincoln’s soul diminished,
you’re one shot is hopeless – you look like Trump’s pet project.
Vying for four years reloads Trump’s last and next.
We don’t need that type of folded and stacked deck.
That’s why folks are rolling and snapping necks at your vision for us in the future.
‘Ye – just treat the election process
The way you neglected college…
We’ve got enough heretics in Congress – your eclectic nonsense
breeds division like a ruptured suture.
Get it? – your rushed boosters could incite a split decision
In an election season already rife with indecision.
But who am I, right? – I’m just a critic who counts the odds.
I’m the same guy who saw that Teddy Bear on your freshman album
As a slight to freshmen everywhere – how come?!!…
‘Cause your deathly rare outcome discredits and discounts its own facade.
I’m not afraid to have words with ‘Ye,
this is my second diss record.
The first came when he undecidedly sided with dissin’ credits.
This is for misrepresenting the race and making a mockery of our precious votes.
I’m not talking about being a discredit to his race, though.
I’m talking about the decrepit way we vote…
Drop out of the race, bro – leave jacking up democracy to the professionals.
