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Saturday, July 26, 2008
11:18 AM


Marco Polo

 



Bow Wow is notorious for latching himself onto whoever is hot at the moment with the hopes that some of their success will trickle over to him. Chris Brown, Ciara, T-Pain, and Omarion can all vouch for this. With Face/Off not producing the Earth shattering sales figures as originally promised, T.I. Wow has now decided to jump on the Soulja Boy bandwagon. Who didn't see that coming?

When I heard "Lookin' Boy," I had a feeling we would hear more songs that would suggest hip hop is back in third grade. Enter "Marco Polo." I have two words for this: The fuck.

Rick Ross is in drama class pretending to be a coke dealer and now we have a bunch of rappers in recess spitting rhymes about games only nine-year-olds just learning how to swim should be allowed to talk about. What's next? "Duck Duck Goose?" I can already hear a hook about hide and go seek and needing a peak on the horizon.

I try not to take this too seriously, but I can't help but think this is all designed to make people dumber. The same audience this song and video are geared towards now consider anything older than six months to be an old school joint. Likewise, many of their tongues need a break whenever they have to pronounce a word that consisting of more than two syllables. It's not a coincidence, ya'll. No Child Left Behind rap is only going to get worse. I'm just saying.

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