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 packed 12 months of megalomania
January: Album notices and Twitter rows( part 1)
After releasing a new way, Facts, on New Years Eve, Kanye followed it up with another new track, No Parties in LA, on 18 January. At that moment, his forthcoming album was due to be called Whoosh( changing the previous So Help Me God ), and was its producer said the best book of all time. On 26 January, he announced he “wouldve been” premiering it at Madison Square Garden in New York. Never one to shun cross-promotional activity, the album launch was to be combined with a substantiate for his Yeezy range for Adidas. Oh, and it would be shown in cinemas 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 Curves rather than Swish, Wiz Khalifa suggested hed pinched the new mention from the Harlem rapper Max B. Never one to examine 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 albums the whole way through I am your OG and I will be respected as such. All of which prompted 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 round table, I tell you.
The month in a Kanye title : Cant Tell Me Nothing
February: Twitter sequences( portions 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 mens” at the centre of a massive sexual-assault gossip instead? On 9 February, West chose to do merely that, with the massively unambiguous: BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!! As the Guard Dave Schilling find: I have a sneaking suspicion Kanye West has a casket full of note cards, and on those note cards there are transgressive words written on them. Exclaiming Bill Cosby is innocent of raping 37 ladies is probably just one of them. Still, theres no better path to distract attention from that by announcing that your new album has its third new entitle 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?