Azealia Banks owns her vagina.

by Fairy Cake

Azealia Banks is blowing up right now for good reason. You’re probably on it already unless you’ve had your fingers in your ears and eyes since September.

212 has clawed its way onto the top of several slightly premature  ‘Top Tracks Of 2011′ lists and damned right that is has.  Ms Banks’ fully-owned, aggressive sexuality is a brand we don’t often seen worn proudly by ladies in the public eye.  I like it.  I like how she says cunt like it’s a weapon.

As expected, the usual themes of bitches and pussy and getting paper are here but there’s something more subversive and less subordinate about Azealia’s whole attitude. Not to mention the fact she’s eating bars for breakfast. Lil’ Wayne can take a running jump out of the nearest window*; this lady has you KO’d and she hasn’t even broken a sweat.

The track is hardly new but since Azealia only gigged at the relatively tiny Hoxton Bar and Grill last month, I figure the hype hasn’t peaked yet. If you’re getting increasingly sick of Cash Money’s no talent/moar diamonds shtick and desperate to see some more strong, unbridled women fronting rap, look no further.  Aside from the politics, it’s also a SICK TUNE.

Also, check out her other single L8t and The Chill$, which is amazing and old skool despite the substitution of S for dollar sign.

*I would quite like Lil’ Wayne to do this anyway … I don’t care if Azealia Banks has anything to do with it.  Man’s a fool.