R. Kelly is a bit of a conundrum. At some point - for reasons that are not entirely clear - he made the transformation from suave, elegant R&B ladies man to, for lack of a better term, batshit insane. Make no mistake - he is no less a perpetrator of Smash Hits just because he's condoned and financed by a major label. It seemed impossible that he could recapture the unabashed ludicrousness of "Trapped In The Closet," but that doesn't mean he didn't come damn close with "Real Talk." It's a mixture of spoken word poetry and that guy on the corner who yells obscenities at strangers.
If ever there was a song crying out to be covered by Ben Folds or Jack Handey, it would be this.
Fuck him? Nooo. Fuck you, girl.
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