“I wanna be…a Rapper!”

Imagine that. Me on MTV making an ass outta myself for the first 80% of the episode, then coming outta the woodworks as the skinny, proper-talking black guy that has MAAAAD FLOOOWWWWWS. That would be something. I saw one Made where Talib Kweli and Jean Grae were the coaches. That would also be something. To have a high caliber rapper try ever-so-frustratingly to show me the ropes of timing and breath control…

…anyway, tangential ish aside, I was looking at this:

and got motivated. Not sure what to do with the motivation yet, but that IS the kind of thing I need to have to BE a rapper (which is what everybody asks me about like twice a week–”how’s the music going Craig?”). Anyway, I might have to go cop that CalTroit. Black Milk is a prollum. Elzhi is a prollum. Bishop Lamont…I might have to go find this cat out here and holla at him for a mixtape feature, haha. Anyway, back to Clark Kent status…