JAY-Z Talks #MeToo & Trump “Shithole” Comment With Van Jones

JAY-Z is the first ever guest on Van Jones’ new show on CNN premiered on Saturday (Jan 27th).

Hov has been getting very candid in his interviews lately opening up about his private life and a bunch of other topics like politics in the age of Trump. During his sit down with Van Jones, JAY-Z spoke openly his the #MeToo movement, his marital struggles and Trump’s infamous “shithole” comment where he called countries in Africa that term. The “4:44” rapper calls the comments hurtful but says there needs to be a dialog if we are going to have any meaningful impact on racism in America.

“It’s like disappointing and hurtful, it really is hurtful more or so, everyone feels anger, but after the anger it’s really hurtful because he’s looking down on a whole population of people and you’re so misinformed because these places have beautiful people and have beautiful everything,” JAY-Z said on The Van Jones Show aired on CNN. “This is the leader of the free world speaking like this.”

JAY-Z added that this is something that’s been going on behind closed doors and made references to Donald Sterling’s infamous racist rant that ended up causing him to loose his NBA team, LA Clippers. “On the other side this has been going on this is how people talk, this is how they talk behind closed doors,” he said. “There was a moment when Donald Sterling had been exposed as a racist on this private phone conversation he was having and they took his team from him. It’s ok that’s one way to do it. But another way to do it is let him have his team and then let’s talk about it together and maybe some penalties. Because once you do that, all the other closet racists run back in the hole. You haven’t fixed anything. What you’ve done is spray perfume on the trash can.”

The rap legend delve a little deeper into the hot button issue of racism where he compared it to a trash can that will breed a superbug if you don’t disposed of it.

Watch a portion of the interview below.

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Game – The Purge (Year Of The Wolf)

[Intro: Stacy Barthe]
We are dying, we are dying
Are we gonna die? Are we gonna die?
We are dying

[Verse 1: Game]
Light a blunt, throw on Nas, collect my thoughts
Blow the candles out as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin’ ashes on the fuckin’ Time magazine
Tryna burn a hole between Israel and Palestine
All this world news, all these dead bodies
All these kids dying, the talk of illuminati
As I’m murderin’ ink, I get a call from Irv Gotti
Say "Keep spittin’ cause when you do it’s like a 12-gauge shotty"
Got machetes and them cannons loaded up
Got them Xany’s and that lean in my cup
These politician’s can come up missin’, I’m on a mission
You hear them gun shots, now mother fuckers listenin’
Feel that you can take their life cause they ain’t got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian, kill you for these kids as victims
Fuck the system
You give a kid 30 cent and think you sponsor somethin’?
I feed a village by myself nigga Compton comin’

[Hook: Stacy Barthe (Game)]
We are dying, we are dying
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying, some times I gotta purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
We’re living on a purge
(Sometimes I wanna)

[Verse 2: Game]
What if we ran through Beverley Hills, got 70 kills
Ridin’ down Rodeo in the Chevy with pills
And pop one, load 12 slugs in the eagle
And shot one, Donald Sterling hopped in his Benz
I got one, beam on the back of his dome
Palm sweaty on the back of the chrome
That’s my adrenaline
So we purge Sandusky, purge Zimmerman
Purge every mother fucker rapin’ women in
Purge niggas killin’ kids, back to back in two vans
Me and my mercenaries, middle of South Sudan
Carryin’ babies bodies, long as I got two hands
Long as I got two feet, millions and my crew deep
We purge for the families, they deaths ain’t in vein now
Crash my ass, niggas know who shot that plane down
Two hundred and ninety eight innocent lives severed
Flyin’ on Aaliyah’s wings all the way to heaven
And so we Purge

We are dying, we are dying
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying, some times
(Sometimes I wanna)
We are dying
(Sometimes I wanna purge)

[Verse 3: Game]
Imagine going to the stores without cops harrasing
Imagine Mike Brown walkin’, them same cops just passed ’em
I’m smokin’ hash, and let me ash it before I talk in past tense
I hope his mama tears is like acid to your fuckin badges
2 shots in his brain, 4 in his fashion
Thinkin’ ’bout his casket in this Phantom, swear I almost crashed it
That’s why I’m headed to Ferguson with this German luger
Cause I’m probably more like Nelson Mandela than Martin Luther
More like Ice T than Ice Cube, I’m a cop killer
Murder all the cops, then the cops will probably stop killin’
On my knees prayin’, wish my nigga Pac was livin’
But he fell victim to the Rampart Division, purge
Cops killed Biggie, cops beat up Rodney King
We tore up the city nigga, purge
Or just stand there like J. Cole
And shoot at cops in the same spot till the case closed, purge

We are dying, we are dying
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying, some times
(Sometimes I wanna)
We are dying

[Outro: Game]
This song is dedicated
To my engineer Jus’ wife
Carey Jean who passed away June 28th at 1.45 pm
To stomach cancer
2 days before my son Harlem’s 11th birthday. Crazy how he mournin’ his wife’s death and I’m celebrating my son’s life
I’ll never understand death, shit
Sometimes it’s a struggle to understand life, shit crazy
I’ll never understand
Can’t stop fightin’ to survive though, but what we fightin’ for when we eventually all die though, purge
Eventually we all victims of the purge
Us killers, what’s keepin’ us alive
It’s a question nobody got the answer to