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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

Cam’Ron Lost Again

You’ll have to excuse my demeanor this time, as I’ve just spent a good 17 hours moving cars and serving chicken and booze (no Chris Bridges) at a party this weekend[1], so I’ll be playing the role of a pissed-off struggling writer[2]. I’ll return back to the regularly scheduled biased blogging tomorrow.

That said, the one thing I dislike more than a Down’s Syndrome case study claiming he’s the greatest rapper alive is when two retarded rappers from the same crew are bickering over who gets to do the reacharound during Naked Twister nights (pause). I guess watching Curtis bring out Floyd Mayweather this weekend was the straw that broke the Dirt Angel’s back, as Diplomat ganja owner Jim Jones took to the blog of my rapping brother from another mother Donwill’s secret fetish, Hot 97’s Ms. Info, to confirm the rumors that he and his BFF Cam’Ron have had beef for the past year. While I don’t find this too surprising (as it’s always inevitable that a New York rapper will beef with his brethren), you have to wonder why it would take so long to address the shit in the first place.

Then again, you’d have to be a fool not to notice that it was going to happen someday. Since the first Diplomatic Immunity album, there hasn’t been a Dip Set album that’s sold enough to keep Freeky Zeeky’s bench in Marcus Garvey Park warm[3]. And with Tru-Life ring-snatching and sucker-punching Jim and Cam on a daily basis, you had to figure it wouldn’t be long for Pepé Le Pew and Slowpoke Rodriguez to start going at each other out of frustration. It’s gotten so ridiculous now that 40 Cal and Hell Rell can’t come out of their parent’s basements without being molly whopped by some random-ass Puerto Rican. I’m even starting to think that I can catch the next red eye  out to JFK and slap the ever-loving shit out of Cam’Ron for his chain. Lord knows I could use the rent money and he probably wouldn’t snitch on me anyways.

While this is doing nothing positive to the overall state of hip-hop, I find the whole shit to be a hilarious alternative to the depressingly shitbag southern songs that flood my television and radio every day. With Chip and Dale fighting, there’s no hope for the rest of the Rescue Rangers now. But it’s not like anybody outside of Harlem gives a shit anyways; that entire city’s been on a Washington Generals-esque losing streak since Big L got ethered seven years ago.

[1] Gotta keep the lights on somehow.

[2] In other words, the mood that inspired the "hottest blog entry" at these here parts.

[3] Jr. Writer bricked, Cam bricked, Juelz ain’t been out in two years (he’s the hottest!).

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