if you follow me on twitter you are inexcusably aware of the fact that i am an advocate for tasteless satire. not in a hue of blind ignorance but in an air of esoteric banter that is fueled by my inability to give a single molecule of fuck OR im a pathological mention(s) whore. either way few (as in everybody) might consider me somewhat controversial which just so happens to be less important than my shorty hating my guts but that is neither here nor there.

125,000 units purchased overnight in a ravaged consumer climate for rap music certainly implies that jermaine cole is indeed heating up like leftover lasagna. im not bitter enough to not give props where they are due but i do lack the fortitude to bypass where they are NOT. this cole world mixtape that an insatiable industry is pawning off as an album just. isnt. that. great. to be truthfully unbiased? cole world is a belly button ring above average at best. the stars HAD to be aligned for every bit of glory hes attained because j. coles music is flat enough to fit the profile of every other struggling blog rapper AND their basic personas (in laymans terms: he is a waveless creature). the entire charade has given me a clear understanding as to why the hype surrounding him is grossly nonsensical. hip-hop is currently in frantic pursuit of a savior to balance out the haves and the have nots. a nas to your jigga if you will. someone to rescue us from raps successful anti-thesis better known as DRAKE but cole is simply not equipped to play the part. 

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