For awhile there, we had a great run. Real Yeti Rap was a reliable, respected resource for pure petrochemical grade slander.
In an underground every bit as boring as the music industry success stories they resent, there are endless targets in perpetual view around here. People caught feelings. Extremely entertaining feelings. Rappers, perhaps the dumbest motherfuckers in the English speaking world, deserve to suffer the slings & arrows. And we are very much here to serve.
We also gave props due to dope shit. That policy will continue. We respect our elders (if they can spit) and we support young talent. When we press play, we seldom expect to hear anything even decent, but when it turns out to be a cat like Avenue, it's always a blessing. Keep 'em coming.
But mostly, Real Yeti Rap is about the purifying properties of fire. We love rap music on a cellular level. And it is because we love rap music that we want most of you to stop trying. Nobody benefits from your exertions, not even you. Helping a suffering struggle rapper realize they are destined for greatness in real estate, retail or hospitality is a victory for the culture. Every time.
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