Guess Who’s Bizack
Fresh from France where I spent my downtime sippin’ espressos with Sir Steven “Sexual Chocolate” Stoute and Def Jam’s elusive President Shawn “My raps are better than yours” Carter, your boy YN is back. With no further adieu, let’s just say I missed you too boo. Bonjour! Tight hugs and French kisses. Anyhoo, my mulatto ass touched down at Gay Parie to personally holla at Young Hova about the comeback everyone’s waiting for. I’m not souped like Troop but please believe I got the scoop. I’m like a dope MC (remember them?) with so much material I can’t decide what’s gonna go on my album (XXL Magazine) or the mixtapes (Internet). It’s gonna be exciting in the future watching me milk this content for all it’s worth.
Yeah I was salty when Jay-Z decided to declare his official return first with them crackers at EW (That’s why I leaked the cover, fuckers). You ain’t know? I’m a sore loser. Maybe it was cause we were in a foreign country, but dude was crazy cooperative. I feel like I got the hip-hop intv you Internet geeks and industry freaks are seeking. 2 hours on tape. You know I’m great. Who else you gonna fuck with the truth is us?
That’s it for today. I’m still a little jet lag. That six hours ahead shit ain’t no joke, bloke (Wait that’s England shit. I went to the Paris show—in the hood!) I really ain’t figured out my next move yet. Should I start giving you previews of intv? Should I wait til issue and/or album drop? This is like one of the bullshit warning shot diss songs that rappers put out that promise something dope is coming next.
Hip-hop is dead, but YN’s staying alive. Merci beaucoup.