Oh, Kunty Kanye DOES have his black roots influenced by John Lennon

The horrible New Year's Eve was made worse by Kuntye the Yeehah Yeezy anus-lipped asshole's "Drop" of a new "song."

Jesus Yeezy threw it all over social media, so niggas don't need to buy it. It's on Soundcloud and GooTube. What a kind fellow this privileged mandrill is. He's got all the money in the world, gold plated toilets, makes $13 MILLION dollars just by pointing his gnarled fingers at a brand of sneaker, and...who'd buy his shitty "music" anyway?

Oh Yeezy Be Praised, a NEW "song." Everyone from Rolling Stone on down has reported this news with quivering awe and excitement.

I'll spare you another sullen gripe about the toilet-like state of the music industry. Or how rap music is so inanely simple, like shouting nursery rhymes in the Monkey House of the local zoo. You wanna know how in hell Kuntye could be influenced by John Lennon.

Bear with me, yo. And yo with me, bear?

After dinner in January 1st, we did not watch TV. I grabbed my burn of 26 of the best tracks on the "Past Masters" two-CD set (which left out the cover crap and songs sung in German, etc.) and popped it into that old-fashioned thing called a CD player. And we listened, in delight, to all those great Beatles tracks, with the innovative drums, the unusual special effects, the pioneering tempo changes, the witty lyrics.

There were even surprises, like noting how often in early Beatles music, they used the harmonica, which was a holdover from Larry Adler and Max Geldray, and not used in a Dylan way (as Dylan wasn't a force yet). There was also a memory jog. We didn't remember that "She's a Woman" is almost all verses. We kept waiting for the chorus, but it took a while to finally arrive, and when it did, it was like, less than 15 seconds!" Or would you call it a refrain? Either way, that song broke the mold of the traditional verse, chorus, verse, chorus, etc. It was almost all verse, and we didn't even notice this for over 40 fucking years.

Eventually, egomaniac Lennon's "Ballad of John and Yoko" came on. Aside from the pioneering shout of "CHRIST," which challenged radio stations of the day, the fucking thing was just a piece of self-indulgence.

John's excuse? He likes to write about himself. "Yoko and me. That's reality." For every "Imagine," there was something far less adorable, like "How Do You Sleep at Night?" And it only got worse, really. But wasn't "Ballad of John and Yoko" the beginning?

Fans happily bought a self-referencing song because they cared more about their idol than their own lives. And now? From Eminem to the great Yeezy Kuntye and back, the new "art form" is almost ALL about some rap-moron's bragging, and childish dissing of rival celebutards.

When you consider how the world screamed over anything Lennon did, and even wanted to buy a square inch of a pillow case he may have slept on, you can see how an artist could get corrupted. Kuntye (and Eminem and others) are the same. They see people going nuts over anything they do, so the lyrics that come naturally are self-indulgent.

The only difference between Kuntye's "Facts" and "The Ballad of John and Yoko" is a) the latter actually has a melody, and b) the former makes clumsy non-rhymes kewl.

Lennon wouldn't rhyme "Rodeo" and "hotel" or "luxury" and "mustard" or "Cosby" and "Harvey."

Along with invoking the sacred name of Lennon, should I add Ochs? Is it possible that Kuntye is simply exercising the same right to fill a song with references in the news as Mr. "All The News That's Fit To Sing?"

Yeah, that's another stretch even wider than Kim Kuntrashian's Kunt. But it's there.

"Facts" is just a stupid slice of this egomaniac's moronic life, peppered with some news. Not important news like ISIS or civil rights, but shit like his fight over which sneaker company to endorse. Oooh, there's that mighty slam that Bill Cosby doesn't know the names of bimbos, any more than Steve Harvey (who fucked up while announcing the winner and runner-up of a beauty contest he mc'd).

O Kuntye, surely you will have someone hack your words into STONE and put them on a mountain top:

A blogger friend has noted that lyrics are not as important as the music/vocals. Lemme assure you that, as with every rap "song," the music is almost non-existent, and the vocals are just the usual brain-numbing bellow.

Should I praise rap for being driven by words? That rap in a weird way encourages niggas to appreciate playing with words? Uhhh, fuck no.

The other night, we listened to 26 Beatles songs in a row, and each one was different, restlessly innovative, and remarkably current. You couldn't say that about the shit the Dave Clark Five did, or Herman's Hermits or almost anyone else at the time. The Rolling Stones didn't exactly experiment with anything more than basic hard-rock song or ballad, except on the ill-fated "Satanic Majesties" album, which hardly broke any new ground in terms of production.

There's been almost no progress in rap in 20 years. Ironically, from my admittedly less-than-scholarly listening to this shit, I give Kuntye credit for just about the ONLY advancement. On his "Sierra Leone" joint (ooh, am I not hip?) he actually sang a bit, instead of rapping. He may have pioneered the notion that simply bellowing was getting BORING. He also sampled Shirley Bassey for some ironic effect. It showed a modicum of imagination.

Too bad nothing this idiot's done, or Eminem on the bleached side, will EVER matter. The best of these guys doesn't rank with the worst of The Beatles. Not even "Ballad of John and Yoko."