Last week, Chief Keef released an unexpected follow-up to his sophomore album, Bang 3, cleverly titled Bang 3 Part 2. The album confirmed my suspicions surrounding Chief Keef for the last year or so: he’s good.
It’s the first Saturday of the year without a football game and I’m not entirely sure what to do with myself. It has been a hectic week to say the least, and I could be using this time to write that essay that I have been putting off or doing some much-needed cleaning of my kitchen.
The thing about icons is: even if you think you “forgot” their music, two verses into the first song on your refresher playlist you find yourself belting “’cause the boy with the cold hard cash is ALWAYS MISTAH RI-IGHT.” And, even though you’re a cold hard feminist, you find yourself believing it for a split second.