This might be perfection. via AllHipHop.com

dominickbrady:

An excerpt of an editorial by someone with unimpeachable taste in Hip Hop: Hexmurda (manager for Black Milk, Elzhi & Guilty Simpson and the funniest guy on twitter)

Click the link for the entire piece written on 9/2/09

By hexmurda

I don’t hate Drake.

There, I said it. Don’t know the dude, never met him. I think he’s a talented cat, rappin’ and actin’ and sangin’ and all that. He’s even got the only record spinnin’ on urban radio that I don’t hate more than the KKK hates Obama. But that doesn’t make him the savior of Hip-Hop. Not by a longshot. However, apparently some real CEO’s (not the n****as in your hood with business cards for their record label and their car wash, with numbers scratched out) these n****as inhabit whole floors of skyscrapers and have anointed Drake “NEXT.” I can see it now, intra-office memos written in invisible ink, phone calls where coded phrases like “bury the sun” are uttered, secret communiques transported by carrier pigeon. Clandestine meetings on park benches where identical briefcases are exchanged. Limos pulling up to a rinky dink bodega in Brooklyn, with the shrouded occupants going through a hidden door behind the counter, down a secret passageway lined with platinum plaques. The passage leading to an underground fortress, that either looks like a witches’ coven or the f***ing NORAD bunker. They’re all here. All of them. Morris. Bronfman. Cohen. Rhone. Liles. Reid. Greenwald. Iovine. All of them. Sitting in thrones at a huge table carved out of an ancient oak tree, drinking from golden goblets filled with a substance that bears an uncanny resemblance to blood. These are the people who make the decisions. They decide whose careers thrive and who ends up on a f***ing milk carton in XXL. These are the folks who operate the proverbial “MACHINE,” and they can George Bush the button whenever they feel like it. And they have convened for one reason, and one reason only. DRAKE…