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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

Lesson Of The Game

First off, a few questions:

Would you ever take it in the ass?

Would you ever take it in the ass to try to make a living?

Would you be able to look yourself in the mirror each and every day knowing you have to take it up the ass to try to make a living?

Now, before you go on some wild homophobic tangent, realize that there are people who actually do degrading things of this nature in the hopes that they’ll become the next big thing.

If you think I’m talking I’m talking about the porno game, on a different website you’d be correct. Then again, this site is about to have a porn star drop knowledge (and hopefully other things as well) sometime in the future, so I’d understand the confusion. I’m actually talking about the music game, although both games have the same rules, just different players.

Unless you’re talking about India and Heather Hunter trying to spit out words instead of semen. But that’s on an entirely different level that I’m trying to reach.

We see these artists trying to make a name for themselves in this rap game, and I’m sure a good amount of them would be willing to damn near degrade themselves in the hopes that they’ll become the next black Tall Israeli. Most of the time they’ll all end up in the same cut-out bargain bin with the type of music you’d hear at a swap meet, but every once in a while one of these crabs will miraculously grab his way out of that bucket to make a few dollars… only to get BuFu’d by the politricks of this rap shit.

The rap game is no different from the porn game, the exception being that there are different types of microphones being spat on. Anybody can jump up in the booth and drop a hot sixteen, and if you’re fortunate enough you’ll make a name for yourself, but in the end you’ll still end up getting dinged in the pooper for a living, getting raped for reverything from your publishing all the way down to your creative output by somebody with a big enough schlong (read: "business acumen," you oddballs) to do so. And who the hell would want to live like that?

Think about it: for every Lil Wayne out there, there’s a million other Eli Porters lounging around. And for every Carmen Hayes, there’s the hood slore down the street from each of us. It’s pretty wrong that most of us normal folk already get the shaft in the form of taxes. But to literally get the shaft? That's something I know I would never commit to, especially when there are other ways of putting food on my plate without getting my asshole turned into a funnel.

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