Iggy Azalea is part of a new breed of white wannabe rappers. More concerned with her outward appearance, she has somehow managed to crow-bar her way into modelling and music; both of which she is pitifully unqualified to do. Hanging around idiotic black acts who love sucking up to white bitches for acceptance; she has managed to fool a swath of rappers and producers to help her attain airtime and fame at the expense of a once credible genre.
Sounding like a faux black rapper with a fake black American accent, this white Australian lacks any originality or credibility. Instead she relies on her production and social circle to infect the worlds of celebrity and music. Sell-out magazines like XXL who once criticised racism now feature this cretinous so-called artist on their cover, who on her track “D.R.U.G.S.” featured the oh-so “inspired” lyric;
“when the relay starts I’m the runaway slave master”
Racism aside, someone so stupid as not to realise that a slave, not a slave master would want to (or need to) “runaway”; does not need any more studio time.
Her fans of course defend this lyric as does she. But just because she hangs around more black men than a corrupt Police Officer, doesn’t mean she is incapable of racism. Dragging up the old adage of “if you date someone who is [insert colour here] you cannot be racist” is now a tired cliché. Dating someone of a different race does not excuse you of racism and does not make you immune to prejudice and ignorant remarks. Her fans glaze over the fact she could have been screwing A$AP Rocky either to gain fans or just to try some black cock.
Racism or potential racism is the least of Iggy’s flaws however. She is simply talentless. She is a “rapper” with a nasally, hot-potato voice, and a “model” with a distended face which is hardly aesthetically pleasing. Yet she continues to push her puffy, pinched, pasty face, and her prossy, prissy, pitiful, pop music on the public. She needs to pick up her prejudice shit and piss off.
Ozzy Fizzy Fake, Iggy Wizzy Wack.