Jay-Z ‘Open Letter’ Lyrics Addressed in White House Press Conference [WTF]
Well, actually, it was a valid point from a member of the D.C. press corps, since the Hova made it a big deal. In his response track 'Open Letter,' where he schools people about the much-criticized trip he took with his wife, he intimates via a rhyme that President Obama gave the couple explicit permission and clearance to travel to the country.
Travel to Cuba is embargoed and has to be approved by the government, since the U.S. does not maintain diplomatic relations with the country. Extensive documentation and an itinerary must be provided in order to receive approval to travel for tourism purposes.
The lyric in question goes a lil' something like this: "I turned Havana into Atlanta / Boy from the hood / I got White House clearance / Obama said ‘Chill you gonna get me impeached’ / You don’t need this s---anyway / Chill with me on the beach."
Not so, according to Press Secretary Jay Carney, who said, "Treasury cleared the trip." A reporter pressed him about the matter, quoting Jay-Z's lyrics without any sort of rhythm. Clearly, she chose the right career in the media, as opposed to music! Zing!
"I guess nothing rhymes with treasury?," Carney joked about why Jay-Z rapped what he rapped. Uh, doesn't the media realize that he took poetic license with his song? Anyone cognizant of the concept of "hype?"
Carney continued, "Treasury offers and gives licenses for travel, as you know, and the White House has nothing to do with it."
When pushed about whether or not the Hov and the leader of the free world had a convo about the trip, Carney stood strong, saying, "I am absolutely saying that the White House from the president on down had nothing to do with anybody's personal, anybody's travel to Cuba. That is something that treasury handles. OFAC? Treasury? These are tough words to rhyme. It's a song. The president didn't communicate with Jay-Z over this trip."
There you have it. Jay was just exaggerating for the sake of a song. That wouldn't the first time! Let it go, people. Let it go.