The early-’90s New York rap great Lord Finesse sued Miller for using one of his old beats on a mixtape track, and even though the lawsuit could have (and sort of did) throw the entire concept of mixtapes into lawsuit-fearing stasis, I half-rooted for Finesse. Love And Special Sauce, which is probably the easiest and most direct way to convince me to hate another human being and which said bad things about Miller’s whole approach to rap. I watched an interview where, by way of bragging about his openmindedness, Miller talked about liking G. I watched his YouTube videos just to hate them. I got used to hating on him, relied on it. It was like this guy was following me around and bothering me. And because he was all over the place at SXSW that year, I somehow saw him play the very same awful show again when I was waiting for some other rapper to come out. At SXSW a few years ago, while waiting for Big K.R.I.T., I saw him play one of the worst rap shows I have ever seen in my life, and I have seen some real doozies. Here was this annoying bemused-goon Bob Marley poster-type motherfucker who came out of nowhere and rode the Wiz Khalifa wave to fratty stoner-rap stardom.
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