Words by Max Henderson

“Once I saw a prize fighter boxing a yokel. The fighter was swift and amazingly scientific. His body was one violent flow of rapid rhythmic action. He hit the yokel a hundred times while the yokel held up his arms in stunned surprise. But suddenly the yokel, rolling about in the gale of boxing gloves, struck one blow and knocked science, speed and footwork as gold as a well-digger’s posterior. The smart money hit the canvas. The long shot got the not. The yokel had simply stepped inside of his opponent’s sense of time.” – Ralph Ellison

The decline of Jay-Z is a horrible to witness. Above the admitted faults of his album and his flow, the true pain is that Jay has aged. Dog-years aged. No matter the hype, the media blitz, and the tours, a less than average album was released from a more than average boaster, who gave a paean that was supposed to restore hopes in what was once the nexus of hip-hop. You cannot ignore the sweat between each struggled metaphor over insipid, ineffectual beats and not be moved to shudder or try to recall the year before when his return was just a sense of hope. To hear it was like watching that scene in The Great White Hype where James Roper fights overweighed in the ring or Rocky Marciano in the opening scene of Raging Bull where he is trying to recall his former glory days: both make you do not want to admit to yourself that what was once pristine has begun to age and decay with time. A result of this is Jay’s indulgence in himself. The intro on the Tru life album where Jay spends most of his time incoherently ad-libbing is par exemplar. It insults me as a fan. Am I supposed to be happy to have the crumbs off of his crumbling flow? The only person that should ever adlib on an album consistently is James Brown.

The phenomenon of Jim Jones is that he is an underdog, a lesser rival in this battle. Yet he has arguably been able to do what other rappers have not: which is knock one of the greatest rappers of all time clean out of his S. Dot’s; however, it is not Jim who is hurting Jay, but Jay himself. Jay’s hope is not to restore the grandeur to New York rap, but to prove that rappers can rap past a certain age. Jay is wrestling with his own permanence in an impermanent culture. In “30 Something” he chides guys like me who cannot buy the bar, the car, or fly far to foreign countries. I ask why the need for loathing a type of person he once was? Why must he degrade others who may not have, yet support him, so that he can have? I think those questions are relevant to ask as we watch this battle.

As a result of ego, Jay does not underestimate Jim. But he overestimates himself.

I do not know much about Tru Life but he is not the first guy I would put in for back-up. I would be most inclined to make a call to Philadelphia and ask for Beanie Sigel to go in. Not just because Beanie is that dude, but also he is someone who cut his teeth as being a former battle-mc and is able to speak the vernacular that Jim could understand and possibly fear.

Why wouldn’t Jay put him in or Nas instead of Tru Life, whose strength seems to be spending more time with his Photoshop, than working on his rhymes? It is the same reason why there are no longer any good new-blood rappers on Def Jam, why much of New York and east-coast rap is in a slump, and why Memphis Bleek is able to put out banal albums. Not because he is in the will somewhere, but because people like Jay are too scared too admit that if there is someone better than them, they may usurp attention or fame from an inattentive audience.

It is a point to consider, and for now Jay’s legacy, to himself, may be kept to intact, but I ask you that if the so-called bench-warmer manages to cross-over MJ, what would posses MJ to put in a player who is not on the bench, but someone who has been sitting in the nose-bleed section of the stands?

Stray Shots

Az – A.W.O.L. (CookinSoul Remix Album)

Eric Roberson – The Vault Vol. 1.5 (Special Edition)

Havanna – L.I.F.E (Love It For Ever)

Slum Village – Prequal to A Classic

Yahzarah – Blackstar

Lord Finesse & DJ Mike Smooth – Funky Technician

Davina – Best of Both Worlds

Sy Smith – Psykosoul

Dave Ghetto – LoveLife

Omar – Sing (If You Want It)

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