Damn

Did you read the Passion of Weiss writeup for it? They were talking crazy

Push sat there quiet as a mouse when Travis "barged" into that studio

why all these rappers look SO uncomfortable in an interview setting lol coming from yb interview to this it is so strange

No

If you gotta bite a kurrco tweet for the ktt thread, so be it.

They mostly live in their rap personas

these personas need some media training then lol

so to summarize

Birdman vs. Pharrell
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Wayne vs. Pharrell
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Wayne vs. Push
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Drake vs. Push
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Drake vs. Kendrick / Travis vs. Push

My man ✊

So be it a classic but I still dont get the point of the trav shot

he’s not wrong at least about the timing lol

John Legend & Big Sean have like 5 songs together

Travis & Cudi did a collab tape together

Push & all of them except Travis got plenty of songs together too

Travis response reads like a 2k myplayer interview answer

Press and I don’t even like Travis at all

push basically called the nigga a bot I’m dead just remembered

lol

Good point
Direct competition I reckon

This nigga a goofy

i believe it

i think push and trav got one together...blocka..i believe..

and Travis stole that song too

From who

I thought blocka la flame was before blocka

On May 24th, 2013 at 7:59 AM, Jeff (Passion of the) Weiss received an email:

“Good mornin morning. My names Travis Scott. I drop my free album owl pharaoh 3 days. I love your reviews. I was wonderin if you can check out the album”

It’s a cute message: “Mornin morning.” “I love your reviews.” “Wonderin.” Of course the album was—being a Travis Scott joint—bad. Autotuned wet burps over meretricious synth goop, unburdened by “charm” or “songwriting.” But Jeff is a nice guy. So he posted it on the blog’s now-defunct message board—RIP The What—and asked, sincerely, if anybody wanted to write about it. Because that’s what you do, when somebody is young and sincere and endearingly clumsy: you try to help.

Because “help” is what Travis Scott has always needed. Help from Starrah, who wrote and sang the hook to “Pick Up the Phone” that Travis repeated verbatim when he started playing the song in clubs without permission. Help from his ever-present panoply of “collaborators,” who despite all those boats somehow can’t rising-tide Travis Scott to an album that doesn’t suck s***. Help from his former collaborator Shane Morris, who claims to have helped Travis get his foot in the door in the industry, only for Travis to turn around and sue him for posting a song that Travis allegedly stole from another artist to begin with. Help was not something Travis provided when Morris had a seizure and Travis—allegedly—left. Nor did he help when concertgoers allegedly pleaded with him to stop playing at Astroworld when there was an ambulance pulling bodies out of the crowd.

Help is what Travis clearly needed when, according to Pusha, Travis cried in front of him about how much he hated the Calabasas Cinematic Universe, which Kylie Jenner had helped get him cast in. But Pusha knows he ain’t loyal. He was there when Travis played him “Meltdown”—I’m 39, I’m not capitalizing song titles anymore—without Drake’s verse dissing Pusha, only for Travis to turn around a year later and stab Drake in the back by playing “Like That” at Rolling Loud.

So when, over a beat like a chandelier falling in the dark, Pusha and Yes Malice come out of retirement, you’d think it would be to put Travis on notice, yes? But no. Instead, like Richie Aprile running over Beansie Gaeta with his car, the Clipse came back to establish dominance over the entire industry, not one cartoon dog-lookin’ nerd. “Your soul don’t like your body/we helped you free it.” Travis—poor Travis—is relegated humiliatingly to a bridge in which Pusha threatens to release the tapes.

What all of this says is that despite the millions of albums sold, the bevy of co-branded experiences, and his brilliant idea to dip french fries in barbecue sauce, Travis Scott is still a dork. A flunkie. A schmo. A human press release. An Instagram filter that crawled out of its square frame and became sentient. The product of curators who curate other curators. A ChatGPT hallucination when the prompt had to generate itself. He’s a wannabe, to his core, desperate for approval from people like Pusha, Kendrick, or Jeff Weiss. “I love your reviews.”

He sidled up to artists like Kanye, Young Thug, Quavo, Kid Cudi, Frank Dukes, and dozens more who were pioneering the sound of mid-2010s hip-hop—and synthesized, A&R’d, or outright swiped their sonics to craft an aesthetic that stitched all of them together without bringing anything but a stray hook to the table himself. He’s the Eagles, and man c’mon, it’s been a rough year and I hate the f***in’ Eagles, man.

What all of Travis’s behavior really says though? Straight up? One word:

“Help.”