The Battle: Friend or Foe?

January 22nd, 2010 - Tyler - permalink

This is just bullshit, personal record more than anything else. And Facebook bullshit at that. You can ignore it if you’d like.

You may or may not be aware that I am what some might call eclectic in my musical tastes. My top five recording artists of all time are: The Clash, Jay Z, Biggie Smalls, The Doors, and Creedence.

Since I developed a strong appreciation for rap music…mostly the clever lyrics about daily struggle and the addictive beats…I’ve started just pulling amateur freestyles out of my ass whenever possible. I don’t do it on the spot, in person, so don’t ask. I’m not your fucking trained monkey. But if I’m in the mood, and there’s a beat going, I could, just as easily as I post them to facebook.

It’s the posting of these rhymes to facebook that an old “friend” (guy I knew in college) took issue with, I think. I started noticing some passive aggressive ambiguous trash talk that could’ve been aimed at me or at least applied to me, so I made a proportional response…which confirmed it was indeed aimed at me. Thus begun the battle.

For sake of his anonymity and because I have no personal beef against him, I’m not going to print his name, or anything he said…rest assured you aren’t missing much. He’s good, shows promise, but the flow is inconsistent and the rhyme scheme is virtually non existent at times, which would be ok if the words corresponded somehow, but they don’t. But that’s him at his worst, and he certainly has his moments.

All you really need to know is, he’s an aspiring MC who took issue with me for some reason and I was getting a very “this kid isn’t hip hop enough to rap” vibe from everything he was spitting. Basically, calling me out as a “poser.”

My responses are as follows. Obviously, no beat in mind, and these don’t necessarily go together, but some are sequential…

Warning shot:
I writes it better than I speaks it, but I speaks it so damn well.
They’re trying to find a weakness, but that weak shit just can’t sell. And I’m sorry I had to leak this, but it goes to show you never can tell…
it’s fine if you have to delete this, rest assured I’ll see you all in hell.

Later:
I’ll go through the Harrison, and roll past the Taft, I know it’s so embarrassing that a white boy can rap, while ya’ll did graduation, I was transportin crack*, but that doesn’t matter cause I guess I ain’t black.

*just for the record, I have never and would never sell crack, or knowingly smoke it…I’m talking about the environment of my job…

Part lesser fools you know not what you do, the day you step to the professor’s a day that you will rue.

Believe me when I tell you, it only gets worse, I’m a Natural like Redford, no need to rehearse.

So when I walk down your street say I’m the best there ever was, and if we ever meet, I know the rest is dust to dust.

Just keep barking that weak shit while I’m making the scene, while you’re choking on brown I’m blazing the green.

I thought that’d be enough, but some motherfuckers always wanna ice-skate uphill…

You think I’m getting smart, but I prefer the term aware, you see I speak from the heart, even when it confirms I don’t care

Bitches take it personal, goodfellas it’s strictly business, Wish you could pull a reversal, betya rethinking what’s Common Sense

Uh I’m so old school like Thomas Paine, but you can call me Max, My thumbs rule, type like I’m insane, no hype, ma’m, just the facts.

Never want to battle but I can think all day in rhyme, I point out inconsistencies like M Night Shyamalan’s Signs, if it’s an issue of poverty, I’ve lived off less than you, and if it’s an issue of culture, I’ve been right there, have you? And if it’s really a matter of race, as a matter of fact, fuck you, I don’t need permission to write, or rap all day, I’m through.