When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you

This is some retro racism. Nostalgic shit. Bill Clinton era bigotry. Someone hit you on the beeper about my tweet and you ran to the pay phone to call someone and tell them to tweet this.

“By framing Trump’s incoherent ramblings as some form of avant-garde oratory, the Times isn’t just failing to accurately report—it’s actively warping reality to its readers.” newrepublic.com/article/185530…

I didn’t think this case could be get worse but each new detail makes it more horrific bbc.com/news/articles/…

“There is often a high price to be paid when journalists try to tell Palestinian stories.” thenation.com/article/societ…

This is an incredible response

He thinks he’s me

They think they’re in a Jane Austen novel

I’ll never get over how dramatic this song is, because she was gone for one(1) hour

The wild part is that he wouldn’t have been caught if police weren’t questioning/investugating him about taking up-skirt photos of women. He did it for ten years and would have kept doing it, and none of the men said anything. Not even the ones who declined the invitation.

The streets will never forget

“This, in so many ways, sums up Quan’s career: unstuck in time ever so slightly, caught between eras, yet still, on the most fundamental level, undeniable.” theringer.com/rap/2024/9/6/2…