Its tough keeping up 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 proclamations and Twitter rows( part one)
After releasing a new trail, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new trail, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that time, his forthcoming album was due to be called Whoosh( ousting the previous So Help Me God ), and was its producer 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 task, the book launch was to be combined with a establish 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 brand-new book would now be called Billows rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa suggested hed pinched the brand-new reputation from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to identify bait without taking it, West piled in. Your first single was corny as fuck 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 provoked a most peculiar replies 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 sequences( segments two and three) and the book launch
Well, having a pop at a fellow rapper can get to feel tame sometimes. So why not tweet your is supportive of “the mens” at the center of a massive sexual-assault scandal instead? On 9 February, West chose to do simply that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Defender Dave Schilling mentioned: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a chest full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive proclamations written on them. Extol Bill Cosby is innocent of crimes 37 dames is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better direction to divert attention from that by announcing that your brand-new album has its third new designation in less than a month. 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?