This Rick Ross fiasco just won’t seem to blow over, in fact it intensifies daily like the fires out in Cali. Once the rabid blogosphere gets hold of a story of this magnitude then you can forget it, the violins start playing and the morticians get called in. The irony is that blogs rose to prominence by exposing and burying bullsh*t politicians, now with the advent of the urban blogger and the investigative work being done by TMZ and TSG (The Smoking Gun) the head of a rapper is the most prized trophy in the world of entertainment.
The latest evidence comes via The Smoking Gun. Now for anyone unfamiliar with these dudes, that’s like saying the feds are on your case. They follow the paper trail like T.I. and their conviction rate is unanimous. So now it’s Ross’ word against the mountain of evidence being piled up against him and the only thing he counters with is a stiff denial and two lame ass freestyles. If nothing else the Big Homie showed us he had flow and an uncanny ability to pull his whole city up with him to the top of the game. That takes talent, vision and testicular fortitude, all BOSS characteristics. But lying to the laymen is not gonna win you fans in the court of public opinion. I mean afterall, the man did tell you he know “Noreaga, the real Noreaga/He owe me a hundred favors!” and Noreaga been behind the wall for decades.
So let me be clear on this, I’m suppose to be mad because (1) he didn’t sell millions worth of coke, or (2) he had the nerve to play into the shallow minds of the Hip Hop consumer by falsifying a lifestyle to live up to the namesake of arguably one of the biggest dope pushers in America, Freeway Ricky Ross? If you would just stop and listen to how ignorant that shit sounds that would tell you a lil’ something about Hip Hop’s state of affairs, and Ross get your story together for christ sakes. You mean to tell me you never expected to be exposed? You can’t be that high homie.
