Thedewsperspective

HOV, it’s time to “literally” kiss TeeTee in the forehead. I need to hear a response from HOV. I need a HOV sighting. I don’t want to hear from Shawn Carter, or his representation. I don’t even want to hear from Jay Z. I feel like the chant at the end of his 2004 Fade To Black documentary Encore performance is the only suffice at the present time, in the current state of affairs. Hova! Hova! Hova! It’s clearly obvious that you have more to say. So HOV, please report to Studio A in Baseline Studios (I don’t even know if there was a Studio A in the now defunct Baseline Studios, I’m speaking metaphorically) and spazz out in response to the Super Bowl halftime entertainment show debate generated by your apparent decision to select Kendrick over Weezy, Jaguar Wright, Diddy and the horrific accusations most recently aimed at you and everyone else who vehemently spew your name, actions and ways online daily. Granted, some of these matters are much more serious claims than others, and you may feel that they need to be addressed in a more appropriate manner than just giving them a sweet sixteen. So you allow Shawn Carter or his representation to write and release a statement in defense of you. However, these are all personal attacks on your character brother. And the one thing that you’ve been blessed by GOD with is the ability to musically write your own narrative. Now more than ever, we need to hear from you. Specifically, we need to hear from Yankee fitted cap HOV. Hova! Hova! Hova!