Its tough keeping pace with “the worlds” of Kanye West. So let us take the hard work out of it and present to you the highlights of a jam-packed 12 months of megalomania
January: Album announcements and Twitter sequences( part 1)
After releasing a brand-new racetrack, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new way, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that extent, his forthcoming album was due to be called Hiss( changing the previous So Help Me God ), and was its make said the best book of all time. On 26 January, he announced he would be premiering it at Madison Square Garden in New York. Never one to shun cross-promotional work, the book open was to be combined with a display for his Yeezy range for Adidas. Oh, and it would be shown in cinema worldwide. Of course.
You would think, with everything that to take care of, West might have better things to do than having rows on Twitter. You would be wrong. After West announced the new book would now be called Curves rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa proposed hed pinched the new identify from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to identify bait without taking it, West piled in. Your first single was corny as fucking and most there after No one I know has ever listened to one of your books the whole way through I am your OG and I will be respected as such. All of which prompted a most peculiar response from Khalifas girlfriend( and Wests ex ), Amber Rose: Are u mad Im not around to play in ur asshole anymore? #FingersInTheBootyAssBitch. Its just like the Algonquin “king arthurs round table”, I tell you.
The month in a Kanye title : Cant Tell Me Nothing
February: Twitter rows( roles two and three) and the album launch
Well, having a pop at a fellow rapper can get to feel tame sometimes. So why not tweet your support for the man at the centre of a massive sexual-assault scandal instead? On 9 February, West chose to do only that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Protector Dave Schilling mentioned: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a box full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive announcements written on them. Extol Bill Cosby is innocent of crimes 37 maidens is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better method to distract attention from that by announcing that your brand-new album has its third brand-new entitle in less than a few months. Now it was to be called The Life of Pablo. Half the tracklist had changed from when it was announced Swish. Surely that would be it for the epic of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?