Okayplayer presents the Big Ghost review for IANAHB2

Ayo whattup...yall already kno what it is namsayin... The Hands of Zeus aka Thor Molecules aka Galaxy Knuckles aka the overlord of this blog shit Big Ghost is back one time for all yall loyal customers n good people all over the world who be readin my shit... The god is humbled n honored to be in yalls presence as well. But yo...theres matters that need to be addressed son. Looks like The Recycle Bin Gawd back witta nother weed plate for yall. I cant lie yo...I wanted to ignore the existence of this shit completely nahmean. I wont say I miss the old Wayne tho cuz truthfully the new Wayne makin it hard for niggas to respect the old Wayne since they obviously share the same DNA n all that. But bein that this what muthafuckas is gon be listenin too regardless...the god felt it was only right that he speak on it. Unfortunately tho.. that meant the god had to listen to it too. So thats why you seein this shit up on ya screen n all that. But yo thats neither here nor there nahmean. I aint thinkin bout all that small shit Im thinkin bout the masses yo. Im thinkin bout the bigger picture namsayin. I dont jus be lookin at the chess board n thinkin yo that horse right there bout to stampede up in my cipher n knock down one my castles n shit namsayin. I be thinkin bout how we gotta use our perceptions to visualize the outcome of the whole game n shit b...the big picture. Like we aint gon get blindsided jus cuz we focused on protectin the front gate n meanwhile niggas done threw up ladders n climbed the back wall n they already in the city takin the gold n smashin our wives n shit nahmean. We lookin like some ducks sittin a barrel n shit. Niggas is plunderin the gold in the game n we like NAH NAH WE GOTTA MAINTAIN THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE N PROTECT THE FRONT GATES while niggas hoppin over the walls n already livin lavish off the strength of  the hard work n the foundation of muthafuckas who came before em. You cant jus let niggas walk up in some shit thats already built n start claimin shit for theyselves like THIS SHIT MINES....I RUN HIP HOP....I AM MUSIC...fuckouttahere b. How you gon come up in a house that was built by ya forefathers n hang a plant in the corner n be like YO I DONE DID MY PART THIS SHIT MINES NOW. Nah fuck all that shit son. You aint even remove yall shoes when you came thru the door. Yall disrespectful. You can have the little niggas wit the garbage cans for ears who like yall shit but I aint payin no attention to yall mediocre ass music like that. Yall can win Grammys n run Billboard charts n all that but at the end of day Kool G Rap aint had one gold or platinum record in his life b...but he influenced Big Pun, Nas n Biggie namsayin.... Son had Jay-Z compare hisself to him in his prime. Thats respect. Thats love. At the end of the day thats what its all bout. I mean...I kno love n respect dont pay the bills but shit can give you other things like longevity n opportunities they aint gon offer to some fly by night wack niggas (s/o to Tyga) who aint gon matter in 2 years (peace out Yung Berg) that rely on gimmicks n shit to get over (whattup Hopsin). Thats the niggas whose only here for they quick buck n then they out. They the ones drivin cabs tellin muthafuckas bout they heyday n shit...when they was somebody. Its all bout perception tho. Sometimes a tree is a tree n sometimes a tree is jussa big ass plant namsayin. But thats neither here nor there nahmean. So will the Guitar Hero aficionado/professional amateur skateboarder be able to live up to the low ass expectations niggas got for his shit these days or is he gon sink even lower into that abyss of recycled beats n J Cole-esque coma bars we done come to expect from his ratchet ass? 

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