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Those are the lyrics to “Black Skinhead” by Kanye West, as provided by Kanye West on Twitter. And that highlighted part, as pointed out by Mike Meech, is exactly how Kanye performed the song on “Saturday Night Live” a few weeks ago. Pretty normal basketball rap reference stuff.

But these are the lyrics to the retail version of “Black Skinhead.” as transcribed by Rap Genius:

For my theme song
My leather black jeans on
My by any means on
Pardon, I’m getting my scream on
Enter the kingdom
But watch who you bring home
They see a black man with a white woman
At the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong
Middle America packed in
Came to see me in my black skin
Number one question they asking
F— every question you asking
If I don’t get ran out by Catholics
Here come some conservative Baptists
Claiming I’m overreacting
Like them black kids in Chiraq b—-

See the difference? You should. It’s circled in red, bolded in the new lyrics and the title of this post. But if not, there’s no mention of LeBron James on the retail version of “Yeezus.” Why, exactly?

Maybe Kanye and LeBron had a falling out about leather sweatpants. Maybe LeBron told Kanye to stop making fun of Kris Humphries because he’s a really hard worker on the court, which then offended Kanye and caused him to cut LeBron out of his lyrics, which might be the greatest possible insult in the hip-hop generation. Maybe they are “beefing.” Maybe Kanye lost the lyrics sheet from SNL and then just winged it when Rick Rubin got him to re-record all his vocals in 15 minutes right before the record came out.

Or maybe he just thought the new lyrics sounded better.


“How often in life do you get EXACTLY what you want??!?!” – My brother at his bachelor party, to me, repeatedly

Listen, I’m not going to pretend like I enjoyed watching last night’s NBA game. I mean, the parts where it seemed like the Spurs would win and the Heat would lose were fun, but from the moment LeBron lost that damn headband — minus a couple of those Tony Parker circus shots — the panic and queasiness I felt were remarkably similar to those I get in that recurring dream of mine where I show up for a college final after having forgotten all semester that I had even signed up for the class. As a LeBron hater first and foremost, it was absolutely awful for me, and chances are that whenever this post actually goes live, I’ll still be restlessly flipping my pillow from one side to the other, trying in vain to get visions of missed free throws and made corner threes out of my head.

Still, I am an NBA writer of some sort, and as such, I must at least attempt to attempt objectivity. And I can distance my own feelings enough from the game to be able to realize that this was indeed the game of the year — yes, even better than the Nate Robinson game, though I can tell you which viewing memory will be the significantly rosier-colored one for me — and easily on the shortlist of greatest NBA Finals games of all-time. It’s pretty inarguable, and if I couldn’t tell it my own damned biased self, the steady stream of fellow NBA scribes smarter and less emotional than myself saying as much on Twitter could’ve pretty well clued me in. The game was so good that people had to keep throwing random “Yeezus” quotes at it, just because that was the other really good thing that happened yesterday.

What made the game so great? Well, a bunch of things, and you probably remember most of them pretty well, but I think the game’s greatness can be summed up by that lead quote of my brother’s, or the catchphrase of a more prominent basketball analyst: It gave the people exactly what they wanted. Not me, of course, but for an average NBA fan with no tremendous rooting interest in this series, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more strictly crowd-pleasing game in my life. Anything you could’ve possibly wanted from that game, you got it, and in most cases, you got it in spades. Seemingly every major narrative was at play, everything that pundits predicted was going to happen happened, and any lingering desires left from the first five games of the series were satiated.

And what was it that the people wanted? Well…

1. A close game. If you had one complaint about the Finals thus far, this was probably it. Aside from Game 1, which was close through four quarters before ending with the Tony Parker .1 Prayer (yeah, this is what I’m going with, though I also liked “The Southwest Texas Floater” and “The Longest Twenty-Four” from the comments section), this series has mostly consisted of blowouts and games that were generally just over before they were over. Not so with this one, which the Spurs looked maybe a basket or two from blowing open late in the third, but which was otherwise neck-and-neck throughout, and obviously very tight towards the end. A game like this was all that was keeping this series from being an all-timer, and now that it has it, bring on the historical accolades.

2. Crazy momentum swings. I gave up counting on this one at some point in the fourth quarter. For all the mini-narratives contained within, this was a game that resisted big, sweeping narratives. Any time one storyline seemed to dominate the game, another one would zoom in to potentially take its place as the headline. It was very diplomatic, in a way. Just about everyone and everything got their turn being the focus of the game. I’m very curious how beat writers would even begin to approach recapping the events of last night in a game story, however, since I’m of course going to spend the two days from after I hit “send” on this e-mail to Trey until 8:30 on Thursday night pretending this game never actually happened, I’ll probably never know.

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Literally the one time a player yelled at Joey Crawford and didn’t get a technical, and we got it on tape? Special day, people. Special day.


We all make mistakes, you guys. For instance, once upon a time, I predicted the Houston Rockets would be the league’s worst team during this year’s regular season. Yeah, they hadn’t yet traded for James Harden, but still a big-time whoops.

However, making mistakes isn’t always bad. Not only can you learn some valuable life lessons, you might also inspire someone to make you look like an idiot. That’s what happened with Ray Allen and SLAM magazine a million years ago. From SLAM:

“I’ve had one gripe my whole career about SLAM and I still keep it ‘til this day. It’s probably one of my sole motivators on a daily basis and I don’t know if I ever told anybody this. When that article came out with all of us on the cover [of SLAM 15], it had the (predicted) accolades on the inside. It said most likely to win MVP, most likely to do this. One of them said most likely to fade into obscurity…..and it was me. I was 21 and I knew what obscurity meant, but I had to look it up because I needed to make sure. It pissed me off because I felt I was going to leave my mark on this league. Whoever wrote that pissed me off and it gave me motivation my whole career. I was like I want to be somebody who I’m going to leave my lasting mark on this league. As much as it pissed me off, it was a good thing because it always made me remember that there were people who thought I wasn’t going to be good. So that was motivation.

Just to clarify, the cover Ray is talking about is the one that features the famed 1996 draft class. Essentially, that means that SLAM picked Ray Allen — a future Hall of Famer who has made the most threes in NBA history, has an NBA title and went to 10 All-Star Games — as the draftee Most Likely to Fade in to Obscurity instead of guys like Erick Dampier, Todd Fuller and Samaki Walker. Even Shareef Abdur-Rahim, that year’s third overall pick, did more fading away than Ray Allen did, unless we are talking that corner three Ray always takes where he’s falling to his left but still shoots straight somehow.

I also very much like that Ray Allen knows what “obscurity” means but still decided to look up the definition so that he could be properly motivated. You can always count on my good friends, Merriam and Webster, to come through in the clutch.


No big deal, right? Just a low-top version of the LeBron X that some people are calling the “Floral” edition. Seems like a chill off-court shoe to wear with some short pants.

But check out the sockliners.lebron-x-low-2-time-champ


The fix is in. Or Nike might have a massive recall on their hands. Or these are a one-of-one and it won’t be that awkward if LeBron James is the only person who has a pair of his own signature shoes that taunt his failures in the NBA Finals. Or these will sell like hotcakes after the Heat win a second championship. Choose your own ending.

(via Kix and the City)


We still don’t believe you. You still need more people.

(via CJ Fogler)

Here’s all of us after that Dwyane Wade dunk you see up there:

Oh man, this is vintage Dwyane Wade!

Here’s Dwyane Wade after that Dwyane Wade dunk you see up there, via Paul Flannery at SB Nation:

“No, I don’t feel like 2006. But it felt good,” Wade said. “When you see the ball go through the basket, then you get more confident. I knew I was on when I took it over the guy’s head and dunked it on the break. That was a little vintage right there.”

OK, so it looks like we all agree that Game 4 Dwyane Wade was vintage Dwyane Wade. Good stuff. Glad that’s settled.