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 notices and Twitter sequences( part one)
After releasing a new track, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new track, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that level, his forthcoming album was due to be called Whoosh( replacing the previous So Help Me God ), and was its maker 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 pleasure, the book launch was to be combined with a substantiate 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 sequences on Twitter. You would be wrong. After West announced the new book would now be called Wavings rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa showed hed pinched the new identify from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to hear 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 albums the whole way through I am your OG and I will be respected as such. All of which elicited 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 round table, I tell you.
The month in a Kanye title : Cant Tell Me Nothing
February: Twitter rows( components two and three) and the book launch
Well, having a pop at a fellow rapper can get to feel tamed sometimes. So why not tweet your support for “the mens” at the center of a massive sexual-assault gossip instead? On 9 February, West chose to do only that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Keeper Dave Schilling mentioned: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a container full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive affirmations written on them. Proclaiming Bill Cosby is innocent of abusing 37 maidens is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better way to distract attention from that by announcing that your brand-new album has its third brand-new title in less than a month. Now it was to be called The Life of Pablo. Half the tracklist had changed from when it was called Swish. Surely that would be it for the epic of So Help Me God/ Swish/ Waves/ The Life of Pablo?