Mase Got Cam’ron

Now, anybody who knows me knows that I am a MASSIVE Cam’ron fan. I mean, if anyone is a fan of my music, then they owe Cameron Giles a huge thank you, son. Real talk, a large part of the reason I rap the way I do is directly because of Killa Cam. In any case, I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t objective, man. With that being said, his rap battle with Mase didn’t work in his favor, fam. All in all, when it comes to their beef, Mase got one up on Cam, bruh.

Ok, when it comes to the tumultuous history between these two men, where do I start, son? So, the squabble between these dudes has been going on for damn near two decades now. On the real, I’m not going to explain the entire situation because it would take too long and because Google exists, man. In any case, they were friends, some shit happened, Mase became a preacher and they’ve been throwing jabs at each other ever since. Keeping it a buck, I thought this feud was dead until I heard “It’s Killa” on Cam’s The Program mixtape.

So, on that particular track, shit goes left from the first lyric, fam. In the first verse, Cam tells a story about how he saved Mase from getting ran up on by some dudes while stuck at a girl’s house. Now, for his troubles, Mase allegedly gave Cam $100. Needless to say, Cam wasn’t happy and decided to no longer fuck with Mase. In any case, that situation combined with some other hood shit caused Cam to question everything about Mase’s character. I mean, if we’re being real, people have been questioning Mase’s character for years now.

Moving on, I guess Mase didn’t want to let this shit slide. So, in retaliation, he released “The Oracle,” a full-blown diss track to Cam. On the record, he raps over the Jay-Z “Blueprint 2” beat, which Hov previously used to throw more shots at Nas. Anyway, over the course of four minutes, Mase goes hamburger on Cam. He talks about the time that Cam ran as Jim Jones fought Junior M.A.F.I.A. by himself in Rucker Park. He talks about the time that Cam got his chain jacked by Tru Life. Shit, he even alleges that Cam fucked his own sister (which was disputed because he doesn’t have a sister). All I know is, that track is brutal, bruh.

Fast forward a day, Cam came back with his own response. He put out “Dinner Time,” which was produced by The Heatmakerz, the longtime production crew for The Diplomats. Real talk, the beat is hard and Cam has some lines, but they don’t sting like Mase’s words do. Now, I wouldn’t say the song is trash, but it isn’t rough enough to counter Mase. Basically, as much as it pains me to say, Mase sonned Cam, man. Look, even though Cam is a musical hero of mine, I have to call a spade a spade, son.

In the end, I’ve got to give Mase his credit, fam. Listen, he may be a studio gangster/fraudulent pastor, but that dude could always rap, bruh. Ultimately, Cam picked a fight and didn’t deliver on the backend. By and by, this riff probably doesn’t even matter in the grand scheme of things. Hell, these dudes have already made up with each other on social media. So, what the hell do I know, son? All I can say is, I’m about to go listen to Purple Haze and scrub this shit from my mind, man. LC out.

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Remy Ma BODIED Nicki Minaj!

All jokes aside, I’m not even sure what to write here, son. Remy Ma just put her entire foot, ankle, shin and thigh in Nicki Minaj‘s ass, bro. While I believe these women have been throwing jabs at each other for a minute, Remy said “fuck the subliminals” and launched a nuke at Nicki. With that being said, Remy’s “ShEther” is fucking brutal, man. Nothing and no one was spared, son. So, me being me, of COURSE I have to dissect every nook and cranny of this conflict! Let’s do it!

Now, before I continue, I’d like to make a public service announcement. To all of the Nicki Minaj fans out there: money and success don’t mean shit right now. This is Rap music and it’s about lyrics. It’s about bars, son. Tour revenue and record sales don’t have shit to do with being a great rapper. If it did, MC Hammer would be the G.O.A.T. Hammer’s first three albums alone sold 15 million copies. Shit, Please Hammer, Don’t Hurt ‘Em sold 10 million of those copies by itself. I mean, who wasn’t singing “U Can’t Touch This,” man? In any case, a rapper’s lyrical supremacy can’t be judged by how many records they sell. It’s wholly irrelevant. Therefore, if that’s the argument for Nicki, then she already lost this battle.

Moving on, the timeline of the conflict between Remy and Nicki is interesting. Since Remy got out of prison, everyone assumed her post-incarceration bars were going at Nicki. Side note, did y’all peep the “post-incarceration bars” pun? Man, I crack myself the fuck up, son. Anyway, whether it was a random freestyle or her verse on the remix to PHresher‘s “Wait A Minute,” everyone believed she was coming at Nicki’s neck. Well, I guess we can add Nicki to that faction. Despite Remy’s claims that she never uttered a word about her, Nicki still clapped back in her verse on Gucci Mane‘s “Make Love.”

While flowing on Gucci’s song, Nicki essentially reiterated all of the shit I said didn’t matter in the second paragraph. In her eyes, in order to be the “queen of Rap,” an artist needs to sell records and have plaques. Now, listen, I’m actually a longtime Nicki fan, but I thought this verse was trash even before Remy responded. I swear, record sales always end up being an artist’s downfall. They’re always their best when they’re hungry. Then, they get some success and forget what made them great in the first place. Shit, we’re seeing this right now with Drake, but I’ll save that for another post.

So, Remy clearly heard the shots Nicki threw her way and decided to UNLEASH! Listen, “ShEther” encompasses about every brand of disrespect imaginable. She accused Nicki of fucking Drake, Gucci, Lil Wayne, Trey Songz and Ebro Darden from Hot 97. She claimed that Nicki couldn’t fuck Meek Mill for three months because her ass implants popped. She ridiculed Nicki for supporting her brother, a 37-year-old grown ass man who’s accused of raping a 12-year-old girl. I mean, it goes on and on, son. Napalm blast after napalm blast, bro. Seven minutes of pure, unadulterated pain.

At this point, Nicki HAS to respond, man! There’s no way she can take the Jay Z approach and just let that shit slide. I mean, social media has been ON FIRE all weekend, son! Platinum plaques can’t save her when her name is being dragged for filth. This is Rap music, bro. The gloves are off and it’s time to roll around in the mud. All I can say is, as harsh as “ShEther” was, I wouldn’t be surprised if Nicki threw a miscarriage punchline at Remy. Yeah, the battle has already gotten that ugly, son. Ultimately, as long as it stays on wax, I just want these two women to rap.

In the end, battling is alive and well, man! Let’s get these bars off, son! Rap is a contact sport, bro. As Nas said, the best are supposed to clash at the top. Let’s get it! LC out.

P.S. While this post was written from a completely objective perspective, I’d be remiss if I didn’t put one in the air for the Bronx. Stand the fuck up, son! That is all.

P.P.S. I’ve heard a few people say that a diss track can’t be effective if everything isn’t 100% fact. If that were truly the case, no one would ever say “Ether” was better than “Takeover.” Jay accurately broke down Nas’ entire life, son. In the end, just enjoy the show, son. Ok, bye.

‘No F*cks Given’: The Legend Of Colin Powell

To be clear, I hate politics, son. I talk about it a lot, but I hate everything about politics. I hate the blind allegiances to partisan ideals and I hate the fact politicians don’t really represent the people’s interests. However; more so than anything else, I despise knowing that politicians never keep it real with the general public. Whether it’s overbearing political correctness or straight up lies, our elected officials seem to have no idea what honesty is. With all of that being said, I’d like to personally thank whoever hacked Colin Powell’s emails, man. This is mainly because, for once, we got a politician’s true opinion about the world around them.

Skipping the formalities, Powell’s emails were full of hot takes about Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. Needless to say, he’s not onboard with either of these people becoming president. Taking it a step further, he actually listed several reasons why both individuals are essentially pieces of basura caliente. First, in regards to Trump, Powell stated that he was a “national disgrace” and an “international pariah.” In addition, he called the “birther movement” Trump started “racist” and claimed most folks actually hate him. All I know is, I can’t find one single lie in homie’s logic, bro. I’ll never understand why he chose to be a Republican, but as a fellow West Indian from the Bronx, I’m fully in tune with the “no fucks given” way of life.

Moving on, Powell actually saved all of his hottest takes for Hillary. To be real, he hit her with that Ether, son. He hit her with that shit to make her soul burn slow, man. Despite calling her a friend, he laid out a number of reasons why he wouldn’t vote for her either. In his eyes, Hillary is nothing more than a person who has a distinguished history of being greedy, letting ambition blind her and allowing hubris to ruin everything she touches. Furthermore, he brings up the idea that good ol’ Bill Clinton is still out here laying the wood to these broads in their house. Side bar, to all of my feminists out there, I know Bill’s transgressions shouldn’t be allowed to have an effect on her campaign, but let’s be real, most of politics is perception. In any case, Powell has all of the guns loaded and he’s firing shots in every direction, son. I can’t lie, this is simultaneously beautiful and hilarious to watch.

Ultimately, I don’t know how or if his words will have any effect on the election. While they probably won’t, I can’t help but feel satisfied seeing a politician’s unbridled honesty. Now, while these words were never meant for public eyes, at least we know that people in his position realize this entire election is fucked. Both candidates suck and everyone knows, man. Good luck to America, son. Good luck indeed.