Rembrandt
the artist
Once upon a time all of us was forbidden to read and write.
We stole bibles and dictionaries from Master’s quarters and recited letters and phrases by candlelight.
The North was our haven, fleeing fugitives now freed Men. Bare with me for a second, let me breakdown his sins.
The Yankees started exploiting black brilliance to help make their own pockets richer. Fast forward 2024 and he got the same agenda.
He runs to real geniuses when he needs to tap into true talent. Let me outline the scheme for you, this the real writer challenge.
You called Kia Shine when you wanted bytches shaking ass in the club.
The Weeknd helped you get your lingo and your cadence up.
PartyNextDoor made you feel like a playa in your head
Hush gave you false Crodie cred.
Quentin Miller had you and your woes convinced that for your career that there was more life.
Majid Jordan had you thinking you could croon better than Chris & Omarion but they lied.
You co-opt the pens of real artists when you need to craft a meal out of your pathetic appetizers.
You not a real scribe you a fukking PLAGIARIZER
Ngl, you snapped