Eddie Glaude
Eddie S. Glaude Jr., was born in Moss Point, Mississippi. He is the chair of the Center for African-American Studies and the William S. Tod Professor of Religion and African-American Studies at Princeton University.
Career
Glaude is a 1989 graduate of Morehouse College where he was the Student Government President. He holds a master's degree in African-American studies from Temple University and a master's degree in religion from Princeton University.
Glaude earned his Ph.D. in religion from Princeton University and is a founding member and Senior Fellow of the Jamestown Project.
A noted scholar, Glaude began his teaching career at Bowdoin College where he served as chair of the Department of Religion. Dr. Glaude has received numerous awards including the Carl E. Fields Award, and was a Visiting Scholar in African-American Studies at Harvard University and Amherst College.
His first book, Exodus! Religion, Race, and Nation in Early 19th Century Black America, won the Modern Language Association's William Sanders Scarborough Book Prize.
Podcasts:
Way Too Cold
(Unh, can the headphones go louder?)
(KANYE WEST! )
(Swag King Cole)
(DJ KHALED! )
[Kanye West]
Can't a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin' on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit'out no flaws
Come to meet me wit'out no drawers?
Dinner with Anna Wintour, racin' wit' Anja Rubik
I told you ma'fuckers it was more than the music
In the projects one day to Project Runway
We done heard all that loud-ass talkin', we used to it
I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
So whoever think they words affect me is too stupid
And if you could do it better than me, then you do it
We flyer than the parakeet, floatin' wit' no parachute
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!
Don't talk about style, 'cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you
Can't a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin' on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit'out no flaws
Come to meet me wit'out no drawers?
And the whole industry wanna fuck yo' old chick
Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz
And I'll admit, I fell in love with Kim
'Round the same time she had fell in love wit' him
Well, that's cool, baby girl, do ya thing
Lucky I ain't have Jay drop 'I'm from the team
La familia, Roc Nation
We in the buildin', but still keep it basement
Flyer than the parakeet, floatin' wit' no parachute
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news
Don't talk about style, 'cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrassed you
G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh
Anything else, we detest, detest
Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts
All that said, lemme ask this quest'
Can't a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin' on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit'out no flaws
Come to meet me wit'out...
Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll ma'fuckin' embarrass you
Talkin' 'bout clothes, I'll ma'fuckin' embarrass you
Hollin' 'bout some hoes, I'll ma'fuckin' embarrass you
Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
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