I was reading in Entertainment Weekly that Akon (Locked Up, I Wanna Love You) owns a diamond mine in Africa. Wow. Philly rapper Freeway, formerly of Roc-A-Fella, has a rims place in 215, which is good, because I don’t see Def Jam putting out another record of his ((Too bad; I liked the last mixtape joint I heard a while back with flutes (“Freeway where you been / right here in my skin”), and also, I actually miss the Peedi Crack/Oschino & Sparks/Freeway/Beanie Philly State Property thing from the early 00s.)).
Akon kind of frustrates me, because as much as I reject his super-shallow narratively thin misogyny (“I wanna fuuuuuuck you / you already know”) there is the mournfulness of his voice that makes it hard to change the station.
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