Derrick Rah Peters A Fraud

Oh, look who's suddenly discovered the art of praising others! 

Our self-proclaimed musical deity has descended from Mount Olympus to mingle with the mere mortals. How... refreshing.

After a decade of supposedly birthing beats from thin air and composing symphonies with nothing but sheer willpower, our maestro extraordinaire now deigns to acknowledge that other musicians might exist. What brought about this shocking revelation? Could it be that Bouyon's rising star is simply too bright to ignore?

But wait! Before we roll out the red carpet for this miraculous change of heart, shouldn't we address the elephant in the room? You know, that pesky little detail of collecting every last penny of royalties while your former collaborators are left scrounging for crumbs. Oops, did we forget to mention that part?

Perhaps before embarking on this grand tour of magnanimity, our musical messiah might consider a pit stop. Maybe, just maybe, a heart-to-heart with those conveniently forgotten souls who contributed to the "solo" masterpieces might be in order?

But who are we to judge? Clearly, the allure of Bouyon's spotlight is far more pressing than trivial matters like... oh, I don't know... integrity?

So please, by all means, continue this riveting performance of newfound humility. We're all on the edge of our seats, waiting to see how this spectacle unfolds. Or better yet, why don't you take a bow and exit stage left? I hear there's a nice, comfy chair waiting for you backstage.