Yes, I know…
I’ve been pretty inconsistent of late. Actually anyone who’s been savvy enough to keep up with my random postings over the last few years knows that I have all the consistency of a Herpes outbreak.
Before now, my work ethic was to blame. And in a sense it still is. I’m sure that if I had practiced any of the principles that I taught in those time management classes back at SIU, I would have a fresh rant on Fernandez’s desk every Thursday at the ass crack of dawn. But for now, writing has fallen just before day job paperwork and right after daydreaming about my rap career on my list of things to do.
That daydreaming has become very vivid of late. Quite a few good things are happening for me and a few of my comrades. We banded together against a common enemy and formed a group called Thirsty Fish and we’re in the process of finishing the greatest, post-modern hip-hop music disc of our time. You can check out one of our little greasy songs here.
Wasn’t that fantastic?
I’ll give you a moment to recover…
Now that your undies are un-bunched, we can move on to the corner of the rap world where the recognizable characters hang out. The most disturbing news in the “streets†lately is that Cam’Ron done went and started a war with 50 Cent. It all started on some New York call-in radio show. 50 was on and said something or other about the Diplomats and Cam called on asking 50 about the disappointing sales of curtis-underlings Mobb Deep and Lloyd Banks. One thing leads to another and before you know it its Dipset vs. G-Unit in a musical thug arm wrestling war.
To the average mainstream rap consumer, this may be a bit scary. Two rap regimens with a legion of street soldiers between them, in an all out war for the infinite street cred code. There have already been dis songs and homemade videos traded, and for some it would seem that this feud would have the potential to be the sort of mythical rivalry that ends careers and lives.
Me?… I think it’ll be a bitch fight.
I know we’re dealing with a rap audience that has the shortest attention span ever, but please do not forget that one of these dudes wears pink fur coats, and the other one posed for GQ magazine like this:
Bloody massacre?… No. I’m thinking tea party.
But, it’ll make fine news for sites that need so much content that they can’t hire writers. Message board gangsters will moan and wail. 50 Cent fans will burn pink bandanas and Dipset followers will bash Young Buck CDs with sledgehammers (whoever got the hammer reference, go buy yourself a milkshake). Traditionalist hip-hop fans like myself will watch, laugh and pretend that I’m not paying attention. It’s kinda hard not too, though. Especially since I’m poised to enter the industry. You won’t catch me with a mouth full of foil, co-hosting TRL, but a tiny island in the world of rap commerce will bear my likeness on its flimsy currency. That alone is enough to keep at least one of my eyes fixed on what the larger camps are up to. I’m sure that if the United States ever went to war with Canada, Guam may not be directly involved but Guam is paying attention.
