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July 17, 2007 | Tags: none

A while back I suggested that apeshit-crazy Puerto Rican rapper Tru-Life could make a name for himself if he had taken the extra step and ethered one of the Dip Set’s many loveable losers because let’s face it, it’s pretty difficult for some no-name “mixtape rapper” to make a statement in the rap game without either killing somebody or getting killed themselves. And if in fact they do make some sort of imprint, said impact is usually slim and long forgotten after about a week. You don’t hear anybody talking about Stack Bundles anymore, do you?

Since I’m on the topic of go-nowhere rappers from the East (north?), it shouldn’t be a surprise to anybody anymore that the city responsible for unleashing hip-hop to the masses have devolved into nothing more than a town full of ass-backward raps and even dumber rappers. If it weren’t for the fact I have family there, not to mention I could get Nike Dunks for dirt cheap (Los Angeles stays losing), I probably wouldn’t be going out there next month in the first place. Lord knows I don’t need some random-ass goober from Harlem throwing a hot piece of metal in my face for no apparent reason. Pause.

It’s amazing to see how a coast responsible for so much essentially make a mockery of the culture they created. What bugs me out even more is that the women are now more likely to start some shit than the men. Whereas guys apparently like to run around with their junk all out around their boys a la Lil’ Cease and Cam’Ron (P-A-U-S-E!), women out there are more willing to risk their freedom in this country to smack up some illegal Cambodian manicurist on GP.

If anything, I’d at the very least know better than to be in the same vicinity as Terror Squad honcho/shoe licker Fat Joe. Think about it: who wants to be affiliated with that sinking ship? The biggest thing he’s got going right now is his Arab DJ – the Abu to his Aladdin, if you will – and the only thing that hump is good for is holding the camera during Al Jazeera telecasts. And it's not like the members can simply opt out of their contract either. Cuban Link’s gone MIA since he tried that shit (and caught a buck 50 to the side of his face as part of his severence package), and pallbearers are still trying to load Big Pun into his casket some seven years after his heart gave out from inhaling all those corner-store pork rinds. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that Aladdin had purposely had those two Mexicans Swiss Cheesed in Miami this past Memorial Day.

If anything, anybody that jumps on that shitty bandwagon has to know that being a part of his crew is akin to being an intern: unpaid work, and the boss takes all the credit. Word to Face Dirty. I guess Remy Ma’s wig carrier didn’t get the memo either, and the broad caught a bullet in the gut for her troubles. Then again, she should have known not to hold for someone who holds for someone else; I mean, who really wants to be a weed carrier’s weed carrier?

I know now not to raise my future children out in New York. The last thing I need is for my daughter to get Dragon Punched or shot at because she was rocking the wrong hue of fuchsia. But it’s not like going down South would be any better; we’ve all seen what their educational system produces.




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