By the evident decline in the value of almost every rass claat thing these days, I guess it's safe to call ours the age of inflation.
From academic inflation where some duh-gree today is as good as a high school diploma of old, to economic inflation where your thousand bucks cannot afford what a hundred could years back, and then lyrical inflation: too many vibes, singers and lyrics, yet too little consciousness.
But I guess that's because lyrical sacrilege's become the trend, and all what the fans love is an artiste who can misuse metaphors and turn insults into badges of pride, flowing like: “yo-yo-yo... gyal yuh too cute and yuh pum pum so tight” or something like: “mi seh yuh punany wet di draws up” etc.
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