Kanye’s new album is chock full of bravado lyrics about his conquests and power and the way his shoes always go perfectly with whatever outfit he chooses for the evening. None of this exaggerated bragging makes much sense to people not in the rap community who generally grew up urban poor and now put each other down based on 1040 net income lines. It seem perhaps less authentic when spat out by a down low dude in designer jeans who lives in Calabasas and stars on an E! television show.
Kanye ran some of his potentially offensively lyrics by Ray J in advance of the album release, to make sure there was no beef:
Me and Ray J would probably be friends if we wasn’t in love with the same bitch … you might have hit it first, but I’m rich, though.
The gist of the call was, I know you’ve got money too. Ray J laid out his business interests and Kanye acknowledged they were decent and no blood was spilled. It was like a moment from the Godfather, but instead of Italians they’re mental retards. Neither party felt a need to mention how it might not be cool to be singing about how many black rappers your wife and mother of your kids has fucked. Rap is nothing if not honest. As if Kim Kardashian cares. Paycheck. End of conversation.