BlinkkBeats: Britney Spears – “Till The World Ends” (Remix) ft. Nicki Minaj & Ke$ha

Brit and The Bic spark the firework as Good Friday brings 2011’s crucifixition of culture courtesy of Pop – for those who think young *ding*

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When the dust settles at the feet of Rihanna’s brothel, and Madam Spears breaks away from the feature… it becomes glaringly clear that when placed in the company of her peers and those whom she preceded – Britney is best as the ringmaster, swag over doccious – all eyes on the three-ring-circus… in a beautiful demise upon Neo-Roman American eyes… the products of Pop’s most prominent puppeted puppeteer… Nicki Minaj… Ke$ha… sounding off as pop donatellas from the shoulders of their predecessor Spears, and simultaneously protecting the legacy of that very same ill-fated musing godmother…

Act 1: Nicki Minaj spits. hot. fire. and scorches the earth on behalf of slept-on Britney, with monstrous verses not heard since Minaj rested in the Westward lair of Maybach Roc-a-fellas…

… again, like the Blackout, like Danja, like Pharrell, like Keri Hilson, like The-Dream… the siren soundboarding silhouette ghostwrites on behalf of the muted maestro… Minaj roars point-blank what Britney’s handlers won’t let her utter, and would bar her from thinking if they could… that yes she’s lucky, yes she’s a star, and while she’s decent when she’s great, when she’s bad she’s oh so good… in the midst of the crazy, she may not have come out fresh, but beyond the scoffs of paralyzed charlatans – she lived this life to death

Chimpanzees is hatin’ but I take it all in stride
Put her in a jungle with bananas on the side
Sniff, sniff, cries, I done slayed your whole entire f*cking life
Oh oh, you got some Epson Salt
I done balled all day you ain’t touched the court
What – what, you tired? You need a break?
You was hot – when? Ricki Lake.

… and yet, at the end of the day… the sacrificial lamb… the collective cash cow… the bayou battered hen… is done #letseat

Told you they’d revive you, sorry but somebody lied
I ain’t talking poultry when I say this chick is fried

Act 2: Britney – in her own words, from her own place – back to the beginning, begging you to give her one more chance…

#cmonyouknowshesgoodforit

I notice that you got it
You notice that I want it
Know that I can take it, to the next level baby
If you want this good ish – this is the remix
Baby let me blow your mind tonite

Britney, Britney, Britney… because “Okay, the original wasn’t what you wanted? No – no, don’t go – look I got Onika and K-e-cashmoneysign-ha on that good ish remix; 31st century Eve Stefani – let me blow your mind tonight… if not that, then let’s blow the world #chooseone”

Act 3: Ke$ha – Ms. 1500 on the SAT breaks it down real easy…

pretty much wrote this apopcalypse – #nowwatchme

I can’t take it, take it, take no more
Never felt like, felt like, this before
C’mon get me, get me, on the floor
DJ – what you, what you, waitin’ for…

If God is a DJ, life is a dancefloor; Pop is pure music, misconstrued as amusement – a drug for the same very public that fuels it… this electric world life… born to blossom, bloom to perish… #whatyouwaitingfor

BlinkkIt

#andAGAIN One, two, three stampeding signatures of betrayal hit a fog of formidable pop filler right through to the super bass beasted bridge over monster cries… maniacally frenzied electronic dance fusion chaotically crafted to crumble beneath the weight of a tremendously troublesome trifecta’s wrath… in a perfectly crafted cacophonic dazed crescendo… #isaidISAIDwatchthebridge Britney sounds best when blacked out – spearheaded shadowboxing… as the Mayan midnight draws closer, December of the Dozenth Post-Millenial Year, we begin to hear burgeoning battle cries of the Apopcalyptic bass and drum… Beware the Ides of March, and the lion-in-lambshear’s gaze… even, and especially, as May Day looms ahead…

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The shadiest devil behind Roman’s vengeful rise… Ke$ha countersparking our everlasting empire’s beautifully orchestrated demise… Britney right back to where she started… ringmistress fighting to the death for the approval of her very slayer’s guise… a lifted thumb may not be much, but it is that much closer to the release of the entire hand’s control… for those who think young, no matter how close to passing a gladiator may have come, there always remains tomorrow so long as there is breath in the lung… every day there is a battle – so dance until the death, whichever comes first: you or the sun… #keepdancintiltheworldends

Watch This Space: Anyway, burned – what’s that? I don’t know, boy: femme fatales.

2 responses to “BlinkkBeats: Britney Spears – “Till The World Ends” (Remix) ft. Nicki Minaj & Ke$ha

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