Injustice

Well, here in the Parkside section of Jamaica Plain (Schooly D wrote a song about us back in the day: PSK), we're feeling like Byata got robbed on the finale of Miss Rap Supreme.

I suppose it's possible that Rece Steele brought the dopest rhyme ever to the finale, but it was pretty impossible to tell because the whole freaking thing was bleeped out on VH1. (We suspect it had something to do with sex because she grabbed her crotch a lot, but that really could have been aggressive crotch-grabbing too.) But really, while Rece had an undeniable stage presence, I didn't find her rhymes all that remarkable, and I suspect that nonstop rage on the stage might get old after a while.

Oh well, despite Serch's continued insistence that it wasn't a game, it actually was a game. A game with a big prize, but a game nonetheless. Still, I thought they did a good job of reimagining the competition from The White Rapper show (and whatever happened to Shamrock? Anyone? Anyone?), and I do hope Ego Trip makes another rap competition reality show. But geez, I hope the right one wins next time. Serch--call me! I'm happy to be a non-celebrity judge! Tell everybody I'm the other guy from 3rd bass! Nobody will ever kinow!