Stuart Scott, the pulse of the streets, has been a veritable PR guy for countless rap artists over the years.
He has dropped DMX lyrics: “Stop. Drop. Shut ‘em down. Open up shop.”
And countless others.
Fugees: “Ready or not, refugees, here I come.”
Biggie: “Michael, Michael, Michael, can’t you see. Sometimes your threes just hypnotize me.”
Puffy: “It’s all about the Benjamins.”
Snoop: “Vlade Daddi, he like to party. He don’t cause trouble, he don’t bother nobody.”
2-Pac: “I ain’t mad at ya. Got nothin’ but love for ya.”
So, yeah, you get the point.
Despite the ridiculousness of it all, I can’t really hate on Scott. Berman does the same spiel with classic rock groups. These men are just pawns in ESPN’s grand scheme of blurring the line between pop-culture and sports.
But I kinda, sorta, maybe, expect the musicians to keep SportsCenter anchors out of their lyrics. I mean, could you imagine Elton John referencing Berman’s floral wardrobe in a heartfelt ballad? No.
Well, Lil Wayne done crossed that line. Check it out . . .
