My sixth observation: The Eminem, Lil Wayne and Drake performance. First of all Drake looks like a White kid out of his element trying to fit in with his Black friends. Second of all, Drake looks like a thumb with eyebrows. Third of all, when the fuck is Young Money/Cash Money putting out Drake’s album? Do they realize the thing about hype is people only stay hype but for so long. The public’s attention span is way too short. I can’t help but think they’re dropping the ball on this kid, but the bigger issue of this performance is the absence of Kanye West. I guess he just pissed off the wrong person. I swear the powers that be have put Kanye on punishment. They told him go to his room with his bottle of Hennessy and his stripper-turned-housewife and don’t come out until we tell you to. Damn, Yeezy…
My seventh and final observation: Album of the Year went to the young lady who you don’t fuck with unless you want to end up blacklisted by everybody—Taylor Swift (see observation No. 2). I want to say her winning Album of the Year was bullshit—especially over Lady Gaga—but I don’t want any problems with the secret society that backs her. In fact, my new nickname is Charla Swift. That is the most powerful name in the game right now. If you say Taylor Swift, Taylor Swift, Taylor Swift, in the mirror three times all your industry dreams will come true! And anybody who dares interrupt you on your path to world domination will be exiled!!!!!!!!
In closing, the 52nd Grammy’s was like every other award show—a great production of nothing. The average mind was entertained. If I had paid for a fly suit and plane ticket to go out there I would have been disappointed, but for the living room shit I was on it was okay. You sit there watching and applaud the greatness, disrespect the mediocrity, and eventually just find yourself hating on the whole situation.