What the Actual Bleep: Big Sean – I Don’t F*ck With You ft. E-40
So seeing as for this final post of the semester we are able to rant about the music we don’t necessarily enjoy, I would like to take this opportunity to express my frustration regarding a song that happens to always be playing on the radio whenever I’m at the Hunter College gym, turning my workout into a sensory nightmare of the ears.
Big Sean’s “I Don’t F*ck With You,” has to be one of the most annoying and unimaginative assortment of grunts, murmurs, and mutters that has ever been referred to as music. In addition to the nonsensical but nowadays prevalent boasting about his disregard for women, and high regard for material possessions and overall wealth, Big Sean really wants to emphasize that he does not hold the subject of the song in high respect. Here, just read through this, stop if it gives you a headache, induces nausea, or an overall feeling of discomfort (It’s okay, I’ll understand):
I don’t f*ck with you
You little stupid ass b*tch, I ain’t f*ckin’ with you
You little dumb ass b*tch, I ain’t f*ckin’ with you
I got a million trillion things I’d rather f*ckin’ do
Than to be f*ckin’ with you
Little stupid ass, I don’t give a f*ck
I don’t give a f*ck, I don’t I don’t I don’t give a f*ck
B*tch I don’t give a f*ck about you or anything that you do
Don’t give a f*ck about you or anything that you do
Okay, so 10 out of the 87 words in this excerpt are the word f*ck, that’s 11.494% of the entire thing. If you add the word b*tch to the count, profanities account for nearly 15% of all words in this excerpt. What a resourceful use of the English language.
And is it only me who thinks that this basically sounds like a little kid in the playground who can’t win an argument so he starts calling people names? Like a kid that would say: “You’re a little stupid ass, argument over, because you’re a little stupid ass, so I win, because you’re a little stupid ass.” You get the gist.
Oh, and he sounds like he is either constipated or about to cry.
But the real frustration comes at the 0:48 mark in the video below (watch at your own discretion–no seriously, you might kill a few brain cells), when Big Sean appears to have some trouble getting his sentence out. The part, “I don’t give a f*ck, I don’t give a f*ck, I don’t I don’t I don’t give a f*ck,” makes him sound more like “Ow! Ow ow ow!” If I heard that part outside of the context of the song my best guess would be that someone is either walking on legos or having very painful anal intercourse.
We get it dude. You’re bad, you don’t care. But repeating something over and over doesn’t make it sound any better or make it any more true that the first time around.
Now, I’m not hating on hip-hop or rap, or whatever the hell those two genres have become today. I used to breathe, eat, and sleep while listening to guys like Ice Cube, Nas, Rakim, Tupac, and so on and so forth. I can appreciate contemporary artists like Kendrick Lamar, Scott Mescudi, or Tech N9ne (just naming the ones I can stomach). Not to say that these guys don’t have some pointless lyrics at times, but they’re in a category of their own, they did their homework and they get to play and fool around sometimes.
I’m talking about “artists,” whose songs consist in 90% of overused gimmicks and profanities. I think the easiest way to pick out the true creative minds and filter out the wannabees, is to simply read the lyrics as prose. Some of these hip-hop and rap songs really are deep, insightful, and poetic, but others are just pathetic. I’m going to leave you with some (bad) examples below:
Now go and listen to Public Enemy as part of your detox from this blog post. My apologies.