How is that remotely the same? I would love to hear you explain to me how listening to BLH album is remotely the same as watching a movie.
Movies have visuals, a score, plot, story arch, numerous characters, extras, backgrounds, costumes, visual effects... (should I go on?) A fucking cd has some beats and one dude.
I mean, even if I took one step closer to what you're saying and compared a cd to a musical, it STILL wouldn't be close to the same. You'd basically be saying that if you listen to the soundtrack to Les Mis, it's the same as watching it in person. It's ridiculous.
I'm not saying that everyone can be a writer, but it's not hard to paint a picture with words... especially when you repeat yourself for ten years.
He's not an idiot because he "tells a story" in his music (even though it's the same fucking story every time), he's an idiot because of the wack story he tells. The imagery isn't even clever. Dude has perfectly clean animal guts coming out of his mouth... It doesn't make any fucking sense. Where in his "storytelling" does he talk about walking to a butcher shop and asking for a bag of pig guts so he can hold them in his mouth without chewing them or cutting them up to make it appear as if he was even going to eat them in the first place?
And he strangles people with coat-hangers? Ok then... That's practical. Does he walk around with a coat-hanger in his pocket all day? Does he walk around with it folded out, or does he unwind the thing before he kills someone? Why does he only wear a mask sometimes? Why is he a guy who eats baby nuts, gut, Utz chips, and whatever the fuck else 90% of the time, but on his mixtape he's Dave Chapelle at a gas station.