Rick Ross Slammed for "Trayvon Martin, I'm Never Missing My Target" Lyric
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Memo to the Bawse ...
Lay off rhymes about Gangster Disciples, rape, Trayvon Martin, and most every serious sociopolitical subject.
Yes, big homie, you've got that deep, syrupy voice. And a smooth, supremely confident flow. And a way with vaguely meaningful gansta-life metaphors. But you definitely lack the nuance and care needed to navigate touchy topics.
Just take a look at this latest clumsy, cringe-inducing line, "Trayvon Martin, I'm never missing my target," unveiled to the world yesterday on the second anniversary of the Miami Gardens teen's death.
Tossed off at the 2:10 mark of "BLK & WHT" off Ross' new album, Mastermind, the entire offending verse goes:
"Take a look at me, I'm trappin'/No excuses, I'm stackin', talkin' hundred on top of hundred/Them hundred makin' the magic blow/A hundred in a day, a hundred different ways/Rich nigga, bitch, put a hundred in my grave/Make my headstone read, ''Head of MMG''/That's another hundred mill, really, you can come and see/Forbes dot com, I'm the Teflon Don/Too close to a nigga as a motherfucking bomb/Trayvon Martin, I'm never missing my target/Bitch niggas hatin', tell me it's what I'm parkin'/Wingstop owner, lemon pepper aroma/Young, black nigga, barely got a diploma."
Of course, though, this isn't the first time that Rick Ross has gotten into trouble because of ill-advised lyrical musings.
He's been threatened with death by the Gangster Disciples over the appropriation of their name, history, and iconography for tracks like "B.M.F. (Blowin' Money Fast)" and releases like last year's Black Bar Mitzvah mixtape.
Then he was publicly shamed by women's rights organization UltraViolet (and stripped of a Reebok shoe endorsement deal) for rapping about rape ("Put molly all in her champagne, she ain't even know it/I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain't even know it") on hip-hopper Rocko's 2013 hit "U.O.E.N.O."
Oh, and "BLK & WHT" isn't even the first time that Rick Ross has indulged in ill-advised lyrical musings about Trayvon Martin.