If you're one of those brave souls out there who admits that you like Kanye, you know that you never find yourself having to defend "Can't Tell Me Nothing" or "Jesus Walks" or the other killer shit he's produced over his career. (Well, sometimes you will have to defend some of the more tone-deaf parts of "808s.") Instead, talk always goes to the less hospitable parts of his personality that you're forced to try to explain: The Taylor Swift fiasco, the Kim Kardashian relationship, the rants about his greatness that he'll produce once or twice a week.
Well, I can't defend the Swift and Kardashian issues... But I love the rants. And this one is his Sistine Chapel. It starts in a place he's covered many times before, most notably on "Watch the Throne"—the epidemic of black-on-black crime in Chicago—before veering wildly into why he's hated and why he's "not crazy, just not satisfied." Most of it is delivered in rhymes, and he talks like a revival preacher. It's awesome.