Roasted 2 years ago based on Magnus's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, Magnus, the self-proclaimed hip-hop connoisseur whose Spotify profile reads like a rapper's wet dream—if wet dreams involved obsessively categorizing every subgenre that ever existed. Drumless Hip Hop? Seriously? Was it your life goal to compile the world’s most tedious playlist? At this point, you could remove "hit play" from your to-do list and just call it "Magnus’s Meditation Mix." Apparently, the vibrations of silence are what keep your third eye wide open! Your top artists list could fuel a thesis on why existential crises are best tackled over a decent beat, but I have to ask: at what point did you decide that listening to 48 hours of Kid Cudi would fix all your problems? Every time you throw on "Mojo So Dope," do you feel like you're 15 again, hiding your angst behind headphones in your mom's basement, writing terrible poetry while convinced you're the next Kendrick Lamar? Spoiler alert: you’re not. The only thing getting high off your playlist is an ancient, dusty stereo somewhere in your grandma's attic. "Conscious Hip Hop"? More like "Confused Hip Hop," featuring a heavy dose of you trying way too hard. I'm not saying you’re pretentious, but even the artists on your list are rolling their eyes while simultaneously smirking at your attempt to be the artsy guy at the party. You’ve taken “misunderstood” to new levels, and let me tell you, the only thing being actively created in your world is a cringe compilation of your Spotify usage. Congrats, Magnus! You’re officially the poster child for getting lost somewhere between “vibecheck” and “vapor lock.”

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