50 Cent once teased Cam’ron for his nonsensical rhyme schemes. True, there’s times when Killa Cam sounds like he’s the narrator for his own line of Dipset nursery stories but if you listen closely, you’ll notice Cam’s rhyme book isn’t always easily made the butt of a punchline.
In the closing days of the release of Cam’ron’s fifth solo album Crime Pays, here’s a brief look at some of the Harlemite’s brainiest bars. Putin computers and boogity boogities need not apply.
You’ve heard all the speculation, rumours, assumptions…and so did he. After what seemed to be the longest three-year-span in history, February 2nd saw the mystery of Cam’ron’s disappearance completely dismantled as he debuted a new song and video and cleared the air with Miss Info.
Currently undergoing an all-encompassing media frenzy, the Dipset founder took time out to answer any question regarding all the unturned stones from recent interviews with TSS Crew’s TC.
This spring, Killa Season returns.
TSS: So it seems you can’t do an interview without being asked about Jim Jones and vice versa. Does the fact that people rather see ya’ll together motivate you to bridge the gap? No homo…
Cam’ron: (Laughs!!!) That’s actually funny.
TSS: (Laughs) I’m saying is there anything you can do on your end for reconciliation.
Cam’ron: Well you know it’s not in my near future. I don’t never wanna say never but I got a lot going on this year. With two movies, two soundtracks and two albums, my year’s pretty filled up so it’s definitely not gonna happen this year. Never say never though!
TSS: So you guys had whatever riff in the relationship but there’s no bad blood between you guys right? I just want to get that ironed out for everybody to see. Read the rest of this entry »
Knock Jimmy et al. for the their relevance, quality of music, choice in clothing…whatever. But give these dudes credit for bringin’ back the Christmas cheer in rap & obviously refusing to be boxed into one lane. Capo, Juelz and comedian Mike Epps are dropping A Tribute to Bad Santa, the new holiday album on Tuesday, November 25th. Read the rest of this entry »
I can safely lay claim to being one of the most consistent vocal detractors of the “Dipset is the new Wu-Tang” argument any time I hear it mentioned. Don’t get me wrong, I bump the Dips on a healthy basis, I just don’t think a comparison to the Wu is a proper parallel to draw. I will concede however, that this particularly entertaining Hell Rell interview did make me reminisce on some of Ol Dirty Bastard’s finest moments:
Now, no combination of personality, drugs and being in the right place at the right time could ever result in another ODB, which makes the tragic void left by his absence all the more glaring in the culture. But its videos like the one above that at least seem to make an attempt to fill that missing role of zany soundbites and outlandish behavior in Hip-Hop.
I’m not sure if Hell Rell’s really delusional enough to think that his film career is as juicy as he makes it sound, or that he’s swarmed by tens of millions of fans every time he steps outside. But the bottom line is I don’t really care if he believes it all or not. Between the clip’s over-the-top realness, which flirts severely with tongue-in-cheek self-parody, you can really see a man overjoyed to be in the position he’s in.
Listen to him describe a diamond-testing machine in the first part. Find the part when he’s going through his weekly itinerary of clubs. Then sit back and enjoy all the hilarious soundbites in between (“I look like a platinum artist already STUPID”), and tell me that Ruga isn’t making the most of his C-list celebrity moments. I could listen to him smack talk the camera for hours. He may not ever be the most talented rapper to grace your headphones, but I don’t think you could find a rapper this side of Tony Yayo more grateful about filling their given role in their set.
And why not? If you were a 28 year-old rapper who looked like you were 44 and had a face that looked like it spent a considerable amount of time on the bottom of a Nike, you’d probably be happy enough to be running with a successful crew. You too would have no problem with a little self-deprecating fun while you could. How else can you explain the thought process that led to the bullet-tooth cover of For the Hell of It?
A&R: “So Ruga, what’re you thinking about for the cover of your album?”
Hell Rell: “I thought it would be really hardcore to photoshop bullets in where my teeth are. Can we do that?”
I don’t know much about the man, I’m just glad he’s here. Holla at me Ruga, we can hang out on Wednesday for “whatever day.”
P.S. If anyone knows what the status of Hell Rell’s book is and where I can get a copy, please get at me in the comments.
While Jim Jones may not be the King of New York (or even Harlem), he can still hold his head up high as he holds the crown for King of the Ad Lib. It may not be the most coveted title, but it’s like that sometimes. Most people use ad libs to reward listeners who pay attention to lyrics by throwing in comments or jabs to add a little something extra to the song. Not Jones, he shouts and squeezes his in between every pause of silence so that they fight with the actual verse for the listener’s attention. Read the rest of this entry »
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