Ayo whattup yall its ya boy Thor Molecules aka Phantom Raviolis the panty melter aka Galaxy Knuckles aka the Hands of Zeus otherwise known as the high n exalted Cocaine Biceps n the mighty inventor of slaps nahmean. Ayo we livin in a time where ey'body wanna be a boss namsayin. Im sayin even the muthafuckin weed carriers in the crew feel like they be entitled to shit that the nigga who actually give him the weed to carry is entitled to b. The shit aint rite son. Back in the day muthafuckas like Mopreme or Big Syke...or whatever them niggas names was in Thug Life or the Outlawz wit 2Pac....they all knew they place within the organization namsayin. Pac use to heat up quarters wit his lighter n leave em on those niggas foreheads if they fell asleep in his presence b. Thats jus disrespectful yo. But those niggas aint even say shit to him for it nahmean. Niggas knew they place son. They knew that Pac was the bread winner n that they basically wasnt shit without the nigga namsayin.
Which is why it broke my heart son...it broke my muthafuckin heart to see a dude like Busta Rhymes...a muthafuckin veteran who been in the game for bout 20 years...when half the niggas in Young Money was either toddlers or muthafuckin zygotes n shit....go n sign to a label like YMCMB. A whole crew of backseat muthafuckin niggas. Aint like they gave the homie some kinda executive position at the label b. They aint brought him to the company as a boss...they jus signed son like he was a little nigga yo. They signed my dude like he was Cory Gunz or some shit par. Like this aint a cat who rocked on joints wit Biggie n helped put Dilla on son. Nah yo...it aint rite to be puttin the illustrious niggas in the backseat par. The backseat is for the underling niggas namsayin. The ones who need to stand under somebody else umbrella cos they aint equipped to deal wit some storms n shit theyselves namsayin. But we livin in different times b. This Estrogeneration™ of little niggas is makin all the rules now b.
I touched on all this shit back when that cabbage patch nigga Drizzy started talmbout niggas was stealin ideas from him n Weezy son. The nigga said Jay n Kanye was bitin they whole idea to do a duets album n shit. Cos I guess son figured him n Dwayne was the only ones who had thought of that shit. What son aint acknowledged was that Jay had already did 2 albums witta singin ass R&B nigga hisself when he did the R Kelly joints. So really...singin ass Aubrey was the one steppin on toes....but that aint even what had a nigga vexed. Who was THIS little backseat ass muthafucka thinkin he was to be gettin outta pocket n talkin sideways bout niggas who birthed him b? Basically the god had to get som shit off his chest n this is what was said...
"Ayo I just seen this video wit that nigga Drake talkin foul bout his elders n shit. Son be splashin his cologne on niggas nahmean. He tryna rub his cologne on niggas n keep his ass in the picture namsayin. He like that nigga in the backseat of the car pokin his head between the front seats tryna stay in the conversation wit front seat niggas nahmean. Ayo Jay n Kanye be some front seat niggas son. Niggas got seat warmers n shit. Niggas can change the station on the car stereo namsayin. The nigga Drake be tryna play wit the knobs on the stereo nahmean. Son can’t adjust the heat controls n shit cos he a backseat nigga namsayin. Nigga you jus look out the side windows aight. You aint built for no windshield views n shit. Niggas like Drake aint built for the front seat son. Son in the back with the child locks n shit. You aint no airbag havin nigga Aubrey. You need another niggas permissions n shit to crack ya windows nahmean. Niggas need to open ya doors son. Muthafuckas in the front seats open they own doors namsayin. Front seat niggas got legroom son. Niggas push back they seats n take yours nahmean. Ayo Drake niggas is takin ya legroom if they see ya ass. Ya backseat ass muthafucka."
Now did the god overreact? Naw son. Matter fact most niggas jus underreacted to that shit b. N son jus kept pokin his head into the front seat. You kno like when you be orderin food at the drive thru n theres that one nigga in the backseat hollerin bout "throw some extra pickles on that" n whatever. Thats some real life shit. Now we got all these backseat type niggas runnin the game tryin to get they extra pickles. Dwayne went n let the human tambourine slide into the front seat wit him n now all these other backseat ass muthafuckas is hoppin out they booster seats n tryin to move up to the front. That muthafuckin Chester Cheeto lookin ass cornball Wiz Khagina be frontin on some boss shit too now yo. If that aint some fucked up shit to you I hope you a twelve year old girl forreal son. No grown ass man should be seein that as some righteous shit b. That shit is jus wrongteous yo.
Remember Ma$e tho? Son wasnt necessarily no backseat nigga...but he definitely belonged in the passenger seat namsayin. When he was the #2 to Puffy in all the videos he was doin good for hisself. Then what happened? Son tried to boss up n slide into the drivers seat n start his own shit. Son decided he was jus gon take the wheel all a sudden. N what was the product of that shit b? Thats right. Harlem World son. Niggas flyin outta cannons n cheesin like the Cream Of Wheat nigga while strugglin to put together one decent song. Ayo you aint gon make no monumental shit wit niggas like Blinky Blink in ya crew son. Niggas even had Kanye n Just Blaze beats n the shit was still wack.
Other backseat muthafuckas who tried to move into the front include that nigga Game. Now heres a dude who had no business tryin to take matters into his own hands at all yo. Son let his ego get in the way tho. We aint gon get into who did what to who n all that shit...but bottom line is the nigga a habitual "bite the hand that feeds his ass" muthafucka. This nigga can call shotgun as many times as he want n he still gon end up in the backseat at the end of the day par. You wont never see the nigga ridin in the front adjustin his seat n gettin his climate control on or glancin at the GPS namsayin. Sons window only rolls down halfway. Black Wall Street? Son got like 87 weed carriers in that muthafucka. I dont even understand if that shits spose to be a record label or what yo. Son is a fan b. He aint gon determine the destination of nothin son. He a passenger. A BACKSEAT passenger my nigga. The kind that wanna lean forward n give his opinion to the nigga navigatin thru all the traffic....yellin directions from the back at the dude who actually knows his way around namsayin. I guarantee you the happiest day of sons life was when Hov mentioned his name subliminally in those bars that ended up on the first joint off Blueprint 3. Son was so excited to hear the nigga ALMOST respond to him after 6 years of baitin him that he recorded a whole song bout Jay 25 minutes later to celebrate b. Then another one. Then another one...But who is THIS nigga to try n call out other rappers b? Sons verses use to sound like he was jus readin the "thank yous" off the cd jackets yo. But his new shit is transformin into whoever the nigga he doin a joint wit. If he on a joint wit Tyler he become Tyler. If he on a joint wit Jeezy he become Jeezy. If he on a joint wit Nas he become Nas. So if he ever do get to do a song wit Jay you already kno Jayceon gon be gettin his "IT SOUNDS SO SOULFUL DONT YOU AGREE?" on during the intro.
Remember Ma$e tho? Son wasnt necessarily no backseat nigga...but he definitely belonged in the passenger seat namsayin. When he was the #2 to Puffy in all the videos he was doin good for hisself. Then what happened? Son tried to boss up n slide into the drivers seat n start his own shit. Son decided he was jus gon take the wheel all a sudden. N what was the product of that shit b? Thats right. Harlem World son. Niggas flyin outta cannons n cheesin like the Cream Of Wheat nigga while strugglin to put together one decent song. Ayo you aint gon make no monumental shit wit niggas like Blinky Blink in ya crew son. Niggas even had Kanye n Just Blaze beats n the shit was still wack.
Other backseat muthafuckas who tried to move into the front include that nigga Game. Now heres a dude who had no business tryin to take matters into his own hands at all yo. Son let his ego get in the way tho. We aint gon get into who did what to who n all that shit...but bottom line is the nigga a habitual "bite the hand that feeds his ass" muthafucka. This nigga can call shotgun as many times as he want n he still gon end up in the backseat at the end of the day par. You wont never see the nigga ridin in the front adjustin his seat n gettin his climate control on or glancin at the GPS namsayin. Sons window only rolls down halfway. Black Wall Street? Son got like 87 weed carriers in that muthafucka. I dont even understand if that shits spose to be a record label or what yo. Son is a fan b. He aint gon determine the destination of nothin son. He a passenger. A BACKSEAT passenger my nigga. The kind that wanna lean forward n give his opinion to the nigga navigatin thru all the traffic....yellin directions from the back at the dude who actually knows his way around namsayin. I guarantee you the happiest day of sons life was when Hov mentioned his name subliminally in those bars that ended up on the first joint off Blueprint 3. Son was so excited to hear the nigga ALMOST respond to him after 6 years of baitin him that he recorded a whole song bout Jay 25 minutes later to celebrate b. Then another one. Then another one...But who is THIS nigga to try n call out other rappers b? Sons verses use to sound like he was jus readin the "thank yous" off the cd jackets yo. But his new shit is transformin into whoever the nigga he doin a joint wit. If he on a joint wit Tyler he become Tyler. If he on a joint wit Jeezy he become Jeezy. If he on a joint wit Nas he become Nas. So if he ever do get to do a song wit Jay you already kno Jayceon gon be gettin his "IT SOUNDS SO SOULFUL DONT YOU AGREE?" on during the intro.
See Jayceon is more like on the level of a Papoose...or any other nigga who suffers from extreme dellusionalness n shit. See Pap is a backseat muthafucka in ey single way imaginable b. But sons whole backseat passenger status is at a even higher level than most backseat niggas tho. Son been in the game since the 90s n still cant get a album out...mainly cos NOBODY CARES BOUT PAPOOSE JOINTS namsayin. Son makes joints for motorbike passengers...niggas who ride on the back of the bike clutchin the nigga drivin nahmean. This nigga truly believes in his heart that he the king of New York tho son. Im sayin...like 3 million niggas would have to die first before son is even in the top 100 to be a contender for that title par. N most of those niggas dont even rap. There are niggas who aint even been born yet who got more right to call theyselves the king of NY. There are muthafuckas wit crack pipes in they mouths that get half they meals from Taco Bell dumpsters that got more right to call theyselves the king of NY son. Soon as this niggas "wife" Remy Ma gets outta jail he gon be right there...on the back of that motorbike again nahmean. Til then he gon continue gettin his mediocre on n disrespectin other niggas beats. Get this McNigga the fuckouttahere b.
But the boy Young Eeyore? He know how to play his position b. Thats why Jermaine finally winnin. Cos 1) he accepted his fate as a backseat muthafucka n 2) he dont step on nobody toes. As you can see in the video son dont even sit in the front seat when he jus hangin wit his boys. Thats a humble ass nigga rite there b. Mind you son got his backseat order on at the Krispy Kremes...but he was jus overjoyed to be eatin I think nahmean. Son wasnt seein a whole lotta meals before he dropped his Lolmatic joint n sailed to the top of the charts namsayin. So Im happy for him par. I think Jay even started answerin the niggas calls. So Im happy for that boy Cole. Far as the rest of these backseat muthafuckas go...learn from the little homie n stop fuckin up the game.
Aight peace.
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