WHO IS KING: Octopizzo Is NOT The King Of Hip Hop. No Way! But He’s Still A King…And This Is What Octopizzo Is A King Of…
Octopizzo,Octopizzo Octopizzo. Hmmm,the name that is above all,wait… Haha. Now now now,it’s hard to know where to start in matters Octopizzo. You ain’t even sure you like him. Or like whatever he calls music.
Octopizzo started small. From the gritty Kibera ganglands to the leafy suburbs. He started real rough and real hip hop. Getting on everyone’s nerves and rapping his way to fame and fortune. Ruthlessly dissing akina Abbas along the way. Swallowing up anything and everything.
Back then,he was raw and real and crude and menacing. He was fire. He was ice. He was a volcano. And he was a charging ocean tide.
He had some of the realest,rawest and grittiest rhymes. He was lethal. He was fatal. He was dangerous.
But then came the huge deals,the marriage,the hobnobbing with the wealthy,the endorsements,the UN obligations,the German NGO tours and the juicy perks. And then the boy changed,learnt a little English and even started acting all new. Oh,the price of fame!
He even started rapping in English. And before we even knew it,even shooting his videos abroad. Surrounded by white women who looked like cashiers at the local fast food joint. And soon enough,he even started doing ghost collabos. With famous singers he’d never met. Ah,the price of fame!
And while we all thought it was still a joke,he even changed his attire. And started dressing in all pink and all flowers and all cute. Nigga out here looking like a poorly drawn children caricature.
Still,he’s winning. Big.
Is Octo the King of Hip hop? Come on please!
First,he is so consumed by is UNICEF/UN-HABITAT vocations that I’m afraid he’ll never step into the studio again.
Two,he let the real him die away. And has of late adopted a really girly,pinky sweetheart demeanor. Doing all these funny songs with funny choruses and funny English. Trying to go pop and sound like a beat-down Davido.
Third,with the way he’s started to dress,is that even hip hop? Soulja Boy has better fashion sense. Young Thug’s influence is real. Cute pink trousers are not for rappers. Neither are shiny,flowered shirts. Leave that to the guy at the barbershop.
So what’s Octo the King of? Octo-fuckin’-Pizzo is surely the KING OF SWAG.
Hip hop is about braggadocio. It’s about blowing your own trumpet. And about praising yourself 24/7. Hip hop is the game of ego. The game of men. A raw,pompous masochistic game. You’ve gotta roar and put off your enemies. And you’ve gotta claim the crown. And declare yourself the Greatest.
Hip hop is about you. And ONLY you. About swag. About your pride. And you better make them fear you.
By the way you dress,the way you talk,the way you rap,what you rap,the way you think and the way you shut ’em down.
Bro,Octo has mastered that particular art. Leave it to the boy. You can’t out-brag him. No bro,You can’t. And that’s HIP HOP. for you. Ladies and gents…
Namba Nane Beiby….
