Jay-Z Declares Peace

posted October 27, 2005 12:00:00 AM CDT | 1 comments

They exchanged barbs in perhaps the greatest feud in hip-hop history, mamas, baby mamas and babys got involved, it was nothing short of vicious. It ended tonight, a night where Jigga was supposed to declare war, he and Nas took the stage together at the Continental Centre.

Jay-Z said he never built his career on beefs, and he wasnt about to start now. Rather than making new enemies, Jay chose to make some new friends, and re-unite with some old ones. After speculation and rumors that Beanie Sigel was going to sign with sign with G-Unit, a surprising possibility considering 50 Cent has been talking greasy about Beans former mentor. Beans was on stage with Jay tonight

Speaking of Beans, remember that beef with Jadakiss? Remember when it nearly spilled into a Jay/Jada? The Lox were on stage with Jay tonight

Too many cats today probably dont even know the name of Sauce Money, a man that Jay came up in the game with and later featured on his early albums. Blood ran cold and soon the Brooklynites were no longer on speaking terms. Sauce Money was on stage with Jay tonight

But really, none of that matters. Let me remind you all of something, in case you done forgot

I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame
Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME!
Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
to your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten
I've been in it five - smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I can divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was eehhh, the other was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)
with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss

They didnt just share a stage, they performed Dead Presidents together. Fuck who Jay was supposed to air out, this was way bigger than him smacking around 50, Cam or any of those douche bags. This was historical, and incredibly surreal...

So the questions are gonna be flyingdid Jay plan all this from the start? Why did he lie about calling folks out? What was the purpose of all of this? Is he still gonna put some cats on the chopping block? Ive got a few theories

For one, he is Jay-Z and he can do whatever the fuck he pleases, and he will always make it work. Seriously, who else could have pulled this type of shit off? He opens his mouth and says he is gonna air some people out and the hip-hop world turns upside down. Everyone speculates for a month as to who is on the list, and he performs with his one-time arch nemesis instead. Why? Because he can. There is still more to it thoughfear. You cant tell me that these cats werent sweatin it, no matter what their over inflated egos tell the public. You know damn well the labels of said people were on the phone trying to defuse the situation, trying to save those record sales. You dont think Jay wanted to see if he could still make hearts beat like sasquatch feet.

Of course, that isnt to say it wont come. I would guess it depends on who keeps talking shit.

Either way, not bad for a retired guy

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