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Yoh Issues: Bitches Don’t Like To Bow Down

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Music artist must wear their image like extended cloth, invisible, but cloaked around them each time they arrive in the public eye. Nowadays, perception is downloaded into memory banks based upon humorous tweets, Instagram photo-shoots, various interviews, music videos, and most importantly the music.  Like a sculpture, an image is molded and crafted creating how fans wish to admire their favorite artist. As unchanged, timeless fragments that is stuck being flawless and exhibiting the same traits and ideals as when they first arrived adding color to their dull and gray world. I remember hearing rumors that Chris Brown and Rihanna’s public skirmish wasn’t an act of anger, but more-so Oscar awarding acting. The staged brutal beating was the nail in the coffin that buried both their public personas and created two new costumes for their reinvestment  Rihanna, made the transformation into the good girl gone whore, while Chris was no longer a knight in yellow armor, but an aggressor with an mad streak. Even Justin Beiber has begun to publicly shed the innocent picture that soccer moms have painted him as. To date, the most surprising and self-destructive image relinquishing has come from none other than Beyonce thanks to her new single Bow Down (I Been On).

Personally, I think fans and critics need to realize they are trying to entrap artist, and that it’s anti-progressive attacking an artist for breaking into new terrain, no matter how horrifying the end result maybe.

Beyonce’s new song is catchy, but unarguably terrible. It’s a miscarried A$AP Rocky fetus released at the tail end of the trillwave era. The aggressive chant, junk yard production from Hit-Boy(Clams Casino must have been busy), and chopped screwed rapping left me feeling like I clicked a worldstar link and not Beyonce’s soundcloud. Despite all that, I wore a smile a mile wide, as the song ends and Mrs. Carter admits sneaking around listening to UGK. Imagine, your goddess rapping every Pimp C bar when Jay’s playing “Big Pimpin”. It’s the kind of confession I would expect from Vanessa Huxtable, a good girl that truly knows not how to be bad. Since the pictures surfaced of her wearing the bottom grill, it’s as if she’s embracing the home state that has been neglected in the music since her forgettable collab with Slim Thug. Within minutes of its release, the single sent a ripple through the internet; it’s been an endless attack on Queen B’s image since the release. Not for being terrible, but portraying a message that is a blatant antonym to what we usually expect from the songbird. Women want Beyonce to be the modern-day Cleopatra, the ebony Joan of Arc, not a demanding, foul mouth, trick slapping hood-booger. Bow Down is at war with her image of being a feminist, a role model, and the Beyonce that sent guys to the left and preached women ruling the world.

Personally, I think fans and critics need to realize they are trying to entrap artist, and that it’s anti-progressive attacking an artist for breaking into new terrain, no matter how horrifying the end result maybe. If the word “bitch” is still making you cringe, then I need you to accept that it’s not dying or disappearing. A funeral will have the same result as the N-word burial. It’s here, it’s alive, and like Spongebob taught us all – cuss words are nothing but sentence enhancers. Bow Down is aggressive, obscene language is another way to express yourself in a harsh manner. The backlash this record has received is childish and prude, it’s  100 radio plays away from being the next “Turn On the Lights”. Its addictiveness will wash away all the hate once it’s been shoot up the charts. Unlike Miss Pour It Up, Beyonce has still kept it classy and safe for the entirety of her career, humbled and respectful. Let the woman stunt. Let the woman shoot back at the naysayers. This is the cause and effect of idolizing someone who orgasms just like you. She isn’t a goddess amongst men, but a rare reminder that you can be elegant, sexually awakened, and make a terrible song that’s hated for every reason but for being terrible.

Yoh aka Solange What That Mouf Do ?

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