By Odeisel
In the history of battles, there is usually an inciting incident; some sort of perceived slight that sets off a long simmering powder keg. In the case of Pusha T vs. YMCMB, this long-simmering fuse has been smoking for years. While we at the Planet have chided Pusha for his ducking of Consequence last year,( if a legitimate rapper challenges you , you can’t play that Hollywood shit like they are beneath you), turnabout has become fair play. Weezy has been ignoring shot after shot from Pusha T until finally the pebbles became rocks and too hard to ignore.
When “Exodus 21:3” was released a few days ago by Def Jam (late night on Twitter) it went through the blogosphere like a serpent, gathering steam and eliciting oohs and aahs with each listen. Not a name was spoken, but the bars were so clear and sharp in their intent that everyone, including “Mr. Me Too” took immediate notice. “Fuck Pusha T and anybody that fuck with him” posted Lil Wayne on Twitter. That ether, that shit that makes your soul burn slow. It was like losing a snap battle and responding with “Your momma.” You lost before you even began.
Then it got worse. Wayne actually got in the booth for a retort called “Ghoulish” that was so garbage, we didn’t even bother running it on Planet Ill. The bars were weak, the focus was not there and so far, this one-sided fight has YMCMB looking like a one armed man in a slap fest. Then Pusha took it to another level. A lower level. Exodus got a video. We ran said video yesterday and I can’t lie, dog. A few years ago, when their homie Jeezy got knocked, the Clipse got as far away from their hood image as they possibly could and it damaged their authenticity. Malice was making video vignettes about his wife and kids, rolling over purses in the street while Pusha was twisting in the wind, hooking up with Kanye West (as far from hard as you can get). This video gives you that feeling like when you first saw I’m Bout It the movie or Juvenile’s “Ha” video” where you’re looking at where people stay and you go, “Holy shit, are people living that way?”
Pusha T pulled out all the stops, painting VA as American dystopia with fiends on film getting high, gangsters with soulless eyes staring at the camera, little kids running around in the middle of some ghetto nightmare oblivious to the wild shit they are being exposed to. Remember those old Death Row videos that exposed America to west Coast gangster? Even though some of them were living that life, there was still a bit of polish on it. It didn’t’ have that authenticity. “Exodus” has no such glamor. Pusha is throwing up signs, shitting on Weezy’s bullshit Blood talk, riding on the front of a bicycle rapping his ass off. The worst part? The cold-blooded, matter-of-fact delivery he spit with. No animated vitriol a la “Hit E’m Up.” No clowning superior arrogance a la “To The Break of Dawn.” Just venom, delivered in a Styrofoam cup, designed to lean anyone sipping on that sizzurp.
Finally, the Lochness Monster has taken the bait. Wayne has picked up Pusha’s gauntlet and thrown down a sock puppet in response. Word on the street is that Pusha T has something waiting already. Drake managed to sidestep Common’s assault because it was foolish for someone that old to be battling a young dude over a girl. No girl in sight homie. That slick shit you talk in them rhymes has been called on the carpet. This isn’t a washed Jay-Z too in love with his money and his family to get his hands dirty. This is real n***a shit. And for a label that makes it bread an butter off those streets, YMCMB better think of something. Their cultural viability depends on it.
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