I swiped the above pic from the homey Combat Jack's weblog. It was convenient and therefore I didn't have to waste any more time going through Google images for another pic of the Clipse.

Rap music is so shitty right now that people will use anything as a promotional push. Say "nappy headed hos" on Twitter after a concert at Rutgers University? Promo. Manager receives federal indictment for narcotics trafficking?!? Promo.

But who is receiving the information about these incidences and thinking more about these artists? Not I. Is it you Pierzy? Shouts to Pierzy just because [ll]. I mean, who here thinks that the Clipse manager's drugpushing charges will translate into rap fans going into Best Buy and copping their next CD? Especially if that shit has those tinkly Neptune tracks all over the disk.

People don't buy Clipse albums, they download them. It's a fucking rite of passage. You can't call yourself a rap fan if you don't have some illegally downloaded Clipse music on your hard drive. I don't blame you either. If the Clipse want to espouse the outlaw lifestyle then they should expect to attract outlaw type fans. Not the type of folks that will cook cocaine, although I'm sure there are some real cocaine cookers that LOVVVVVVVVE the Clipse, but the type of folks that say, "why should I buy their album since these dudes are already rich?"

That is the single-edged sword of being the best trap rappers on records. The Clipse claim to be too deep in the drug game to even need to rap meanwhile they are going on tour while riding the Peter Pan bus. Not their own tour bus, the Port Authority Peter Pan bus. The Fung Hwah joint that has seats for twenty bucks and a bathroom that smells as if a homeless person died inside of it. I mean, think about this shit seriously, if you were caking off cocaine why the hell would you start rapping? To take a pay cut?

You think that rappers make more money than pushers? In the long run I suppose it's all even. The lawyers end up with the grip and the IRS puts the hammer down as the final insult to injury. If you were getting money moving heavy weight you would be mad as hell at the way the rap game works. The artists pick up the tab for everything. Your royalties get taxed for the promotional expenses and everything gets itemized to your ticket. That bottle of water you drank in the label offices comes out of your budget.

I still don't believe that the Clipse manager was the dude going in so hard with the work. Although I wouldn't be surprised if their touring and clothing ventures were underwritten by someone with illegal paper. Let's face it, anyone with legit money that knows what the fuck is the deal isn't going to be investing their shit in the zero sum gain that the Clipse present. Breaking even is worse than breaking bad in today's economy.

All of that to say that I wish no malice towards the Clipse other than, well, you know, Malice. I hope the Clipse new album is a banger from top to bottom. Plus, I just copped a new 1TB hard drive so I will plenty of room for the DL [ll].