Before we get started, listen to this Cam’ron & Jim Jones joint, Toast. I’ll wait…
Aside from thinking, for whatever reason, that Cam’ron is Hip Hop’s Larry David, I don’t pay too much attention to anything Dip Set related. I think I stopped really listening when Cam started going out of his way to wear pink, hundreds of net-years© ago. Pink is an elegantly hardbody color, if done like a gentlemen, but I don’t want to see pink New Era fitted caps. That’s like pretty girls with halitosis; I’ll just take the L & make up the difference on the next come-up, so to speak. But I digress. By the time it had become apparent that pepto-bismollllliiiiiiin’ was played out, I’d decided that S.D.E. was enough “Killa!” to sustain me, indefinitely. Subsequently, I moved on to the next nozzle,
no homo, & have yet to regress. Until maybe now.
Generally, in rap’s claustrophobic squared circle, an observer can guestimate as to where &/or when the bullshit may or may not pop off. Very rarely does it just appear out of nowhere, so vague that no one saw it coming. This is one of those rare times, when dude A suddenly starts flailing wildly at dude B (with dude C being more of a distraction than an asset or a liability to either party). Under the guise of sub-jabbing at Jay-Z, Kanye West is called out, by name, by a cat who more or less has his feet cemented in the game (whatever the fuck that means). Cam should be embarrassed that he’s putting himself into the Sigel Zone, voluntarily, with a cat who poses no threat, whatsoever.
At the most, Kanye might slap your shit out of your hand, mid-tantrum, but by that time, his security guards will have thoroughly intercepted any assailants. Nonetheless, dissing Kanye West just makes you look petty. Even pettier than dissing Jay-Z for no reason at all. &, to knock it out the park–if you will–the song itself opens with Cam (or Jim; those dudes sound the same to me) saying, “he’s not gonna do shit anyway,” or something to that effect. Wtf?! That defeats the whole intention of aggression, no? Fear & respect are easy to confuse, but galaxies apart. Empires have crumbled for less.
Most rap beefs, I couldn’t care LESS about if I were dead. But this blind strike at Kanye is interesting, if only because I’d assume that Cam’ron is beyond these type of gimmicks. He’s been making “boss” moves since releasing ‘Crime Pays,’ & after the million dollar break-up of him & Juelz Santana, it’s obvious Cam’ron has just enough greed & thirst to be successful from behind a desk. So, what gives? Any
rapping ass nigga with 17 cents worth of thought in his head knew, during the first quarter, that Kanye was going to come out swinging (as hard as his little paisley ascot would allow him to), by years end. Done & done. That typed, the only logical reason I could see for Cam (…& Jim) to go in on Yeezy is for them to bounce names back & forth, in some freaky, anti-love triangle-esque way, for publicity purposes. Thing is, if you noticed with the very un-exhilarating Ross vs Jeezy spat, implications were strewn about like condom wrappers on a whorehouse floor, but not once did they A) say one another’s name, or B) get unnecessarily disrespectful in the songs. It’s not hip or cool any longer to tupac cats, like back in the days. & that’s probably why nobody knew about the rift, which maybe isn’t such a bad thing.
Kanye is bananites© right now. Literally, you can’t tell him nothing. & while Cam is calling out names, like the young people do, Kanye is taking important phone calls, like the grown people do. (Really though, somebody should tell Killa Cam that the Illuminati is undefeated.)