Kanye West kind of sucks - Change my mind.


Sorry, I'm Hulk Hogan with noodles for Halloween
I guess Kanye has been one of the few musicians that actually supports Drumph... But in the past, he's been an obvious douche... And in my opinion, the vast majority of the "good" songs he's put out have been shitty de-makes of otherwise good songs. He really doesn't seem to have that much talent to me in the first place. If you disagree, please change my mind with a link to an actually good song he's done. Or don't, I don't really care.


Love Saw It
True & Honest Fan
Kanye happens to be a very talented producer and rapper, and as such has channeled his energy into making highly respected and acclaimed hip hop music. The way he chooses to portray himself to the public is his own business, and he's not obligated in the slightest to portray his mental issues in any particular way. Not only that, but the way he talks about mental illness could very well be helping him progress, and could help people see their issues in a different light. There is no one standardized treatment for mental illness; everyone who is affected has a slightly different way of coping. The fact that Kanye is able to use it as a part of his public persona is irrelevant.

Also, can you blame him for being cynical? He is possibly the most scrutinized and mocked musician in the world (in some cases with good reason, to be fair). It must be difficult to deal with constant pressure and ridicule from all angles, and this could also be a way of dealing with that.

Dr. Boe Jangles Esq.

Original Prick
True & Honest Fan
He's a moderately talented rapper with an ego that eclipses anything he would otherwise accomplish.
Honestly, he really does have some legitimate skill. My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy was a very impressive album with some incredibly powerful tracks, but he's so caught up in being an insufferable fucking handjob about everything that it ends up not really mattering.

It gets into the problem with the wrong kind of PR and what it can do to your brand and the perception of you as an artist. He could be the most skilled poet the world has ever seen, eclipsing all forms of written and spoken word ever created, and all anyone would ever see is a puffed up, self-important windbag in a tacky suit.

Kanye's problem is not his music. It's not the press, or Trump, or "the haytahs", or racism, or whatever tabloid shit he did this week.
Kanye's problem is that he's been repeatedly sabotaged and slandered by Kanye.

Yellow Yam Scam

so stinkin cute
True & Honest Fan
Kanye West is arguably the most influential artist in the past 2 decades of Western music.

Nothing I included here was released as a radio single with the exception of Dreams by The Game. I also essentially skipped over his work with Cudi, Cruel Summer/Cruel Winter, the G.O.O.D Friday era and only included one production piece from the Wyoming sessions.

I began with Jay-Z's Izzo since Kanye often cites that as his first major breakthrough. It also speaks to his ability as a sample based producer - listen to that song a million times and you'll never identify the sample he used despite the fact that it's one of the most popular songs ever written. In roughly chronological order:

Produced and arranged by K. West

Two words, Chi town, raised me crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"

Produced by K. West

What's your addiction? Is it money? Is it girls? Is it weed?
I've been afflicted by not one, not two, but all three
She's got the same thing, about me, but more, about us
She's coming over, so I guess, that means, I'm her drugs

Produced by K. West

I know people wouldn't usually rap this
But I got the facts to back this
Just last year, Chicago had over 600 caskets
Man, killing's some wack shit
Oh, I forgot, 'cept for when niggas is rappin'
Do you know what it feel like when people is passin'?
He got changed over his chains a block off Ashland
I need to talk to somebody, pastor
The church want tithe, so I can't afford to pay
Pink slip on my door, 'cause I can't afford to stay
My fifteen seconds up, but I got more to say
That's enough Mr. West, please, no more today

Dad cracked a joke, all the kids laughed.
But I couldn't hear him all the way in first class.
Chase the good life all my life long.
Now I look back and my life gone - where did I go wrong?

Produced by K. West

Tell me what I gotta do to be that guy
Said her price go down, she ever fuck a black guy
Or do anal, or do a gang bang
It's kinda crazy, that's all considered the same thing
Well I guess a lot of niggas do gang bang
And if you run trains, we all in the same game
Run away slaves all on a chain gang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

That ain't right girl
You getting blackmailed for that white girl
You always said, "Yeezy, I ain't your right girl"
You'll probably find one of them "I like art"-type girls
All of the lights, she-was-caught-in-the-hype girl
And I was satisfied being in love with the lie
Now who to blame, you to blame, me to blame
For the pain and it poured every time when it rained
Let's play the blame game
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Yellow Yam Scam

so stinkin cute
True & Honest Fan
Produced by K. West

Real nigga back in the house again
Black Timbs all on your couch again
Black dick all in your spouse again
And I know she like chocolate men
She got more niggas off than Cochran

And I’m from the murder capital where they murder for capital
Heard about at least three killings this afternoon
Looking at the news like "Damn! I was just with him after school"
No shop class but half the school got a tool
And a "I could die any day"-type attitude
Plus his little brother got shot repping his avenue
It’s time for us to stop and redefine black power
41 souls murdered in fifty hours

Produced by K. West

To all my second string bitches, trying to get a baby
Trying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy
I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z
He ain't with you, he with Beyonce, you need to stop actin' lazy
She Instagram herself like "Bad bitch alert"
He Instagram his watch like "Mad rich alert"
He only wanna see that ass in reverse
Two thousand dollar bag with no cash in your purse
Now you sittin' courtside
Wifey on the other side
Gotta keep 'em separated
I call that apartheid
Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died
Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that
Main reason 'cause your pastor said you can't abort that
Now your driver say that new Benz you can't afford that
All that cocaine on the table you can't snort that
That going to that owing money that the court got
On and on that alimony
Yeah, yeah, she got you homie
'Til death but do you part
Unholy matrimony

See, before I let you go
One last thing I need to let you know
You ain't never seen nothing crazier than
This nigga when he off his Lexapro
Remember that last time in Mexico?
Remember that last time, the episode?
Asking me why the hell I text in code?

Friday night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds
And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they only get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
Any rumor you heard about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled programmin'
Of weak content of slow jammin'
But don't worry, this one's so jammin'
You know it, L.A., it's so jammin'
I be thinkin' every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades
I be paranoid every time
The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin'
The problem is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd rather take the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm supposed to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I know know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant
Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I ain't never drive it
It took 6 months to take the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed as soon as they backed it out
God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back when the dick go too deep
This good dick'll put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money, money
Big, big money, money, money, money
And as far as real friends, tell my cousins I love 'em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

Yeezy, Yeezy trollin' OD, huh
Turn TMZ to Smack DVD, huh
Russell Simmons wanna pray for me too
I'ma pray for him 'cause he got #MeToo'd
Thinkin' what if that happened to me too
Then I'm on E! News

Produced by K. West

Poopy-di scoop
Whoopity-scoop, whoop-poop
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one small heart beat
True & Honest Fan
These couple lines made me like Kanye a lot more, he's obviously talented and the amount of good music he's produced for other people proves that, but these lines make it clear he really doesn't give a shit about how he's supposed to act as a celebrity and just wants to do whatever he wants to do. He has a huge ego, he's got mental issues of some sort and can act fucking crazy, but that's entertaining on its own, and I honestly respect him way more for having a ton of the media and other rappers go "Kanye stop this trump shit it's exceptional" and he just tells them fuck off he's doing what he wants.

Also, imagine being a young soundcloud rapper and trying super hard, trying to craft a big hit, and then Kanye West rhymes poopity scoop for like 2 minutes and it gets nationwide attention, that shit is fucking hilarious. That's some Andy Kaufman shit.

"I'm on TV talking like it's just you and me
I'm just saying how I feel man
I ain't one of the Cosby's, I ain't go to Hillman
I guess the money should've changed him
I guess I should've forgot where I came from"

"Is it better if I rap about crack? Huh? 'Cause it's cultural?
Or how about I'ma shoot you? Or fuck your bitch?
Or how about all this Gucci, 'cause I'm fuckin' rich?"

"They said you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That means guns, sex, lies, video tape
But if I talk about God my record won't get played
Well let this take away from my spins
Which will probably take away from my ends
Then I hope this take away from my sins"


Broken, dissolute, misanthropic scum...but lovely!
Literally the only thing I know about his music is that he sampled a King Crimson song once.
Really? That makes me very sad.

Was it "21st Century Schizoid Man"? Fitting, perhaps, on the title alone?


Smartest monkey on the spinning space rock
Stronger, Amazing, and Can't Tell Me Nothing are pretty good but nowhere near as awesome as your avatar.
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