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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 possibleĀ 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.

The White Stripes haven’t got this much play since that LEGO video. Miss you, Jack and Meg.

(via SB Nation)

Part One: Painkiller Blues

Part Two: The Strummening

Part Three: The Internet Strikes Back

My one big takeaway from Russell Westbrook’s obsession with Taylor Swift: better than Ke$ha.

(via Daily Thunder)

Well, it’s no this

…but that’s a impossibly high standard to be held to, so I’ll accept this second single from the mysterious Igo Mendoza Gallegos as a worthy successor to his now-legendary debut cut. Thank you again, we are happy for the time.

(via Caleb J. Saenz)

The Finals don’t start until tomorrow, so enjoy the song of the summer, which just so happens to honor a few of the greatest NBA teams of the 1990s while throwing down like the dudes from the Mini Basketball League. Sorry about being dunked on, James.

(via Jeremy)

I wish he’d have hired the mysterious mariachi man to back him up, but being shouted out by the King of Country in concert is the greatest achievement possible for a Texan sports team, so I’ll let it slide. The Spurs should play in the entire Finals in hats to pay him back.

(via KevCops)

This is a bit dated, but just ignore the Fabricio Oberto, Michael Finley and Bruce Bowen shoutouts at the end of this mariachi edition of the Spurs’ “Go Spurs Go” and bask in its wonder. I mean, the Spurs are still going for their fifth championship and San Antonio is still very proud and happy for the time, so it still works. Ergo, new old playoff anthem for the Spurs. Love it.

(via KevCops)