As he opened the window he couldn’t help but SWALLOW THE LARGE CROW SITTING ON THE FUCKING WINDOW LEDGE. Shit, maybe he was chillin’ at the crib one day, and his air conditioning broke, making him open a window. When it happened I don’t know, maybe someone else can tell me.
But as usual he had to do something to piss me off… It seemed that Jada spitting hot lyrics over hot beats could be a reality. Round here we like to call that RasKassizm…įollowing his appearance on the Gang Starr album last year, and the leak of a few tracks from “Kiss Of Death” long before its release, it seemed that finally the pieces of the puzzle had fallen into place. Zero for two, and it seemed the problem was an emcee who did have some genuine skills for micplay, but absolutely none for picking beats. Giving him the benefit of the doubt (of course it was Styles and Sheek who brought him down to their level AND picked the beats, right?) we listened to him again as he blew up his own spot before the release of “Kiss The Game Goodbye” – then we laughed in his face as the extremely patchy album went off like a damp squib.But annoyingly the number of people giving this record props, and talking Jada up as something amazing hadn’t dwindled. More annoying still were the number of people giving this record props, and talking Jada up as something amazing. When “We Are The Streets” finally dropped one felt that a revisit to the drawing board and a lesson in not talking big unless you can back it up was in order. First of all, it was his continual harping about how hot he and the Lox were, and how things would be different now they were signed to the Double R.
Since he jumped the Bad Boy sinking ship with the rest of his Lox chums for the deck of the SS Ruff Ryder, he’s continually managed to get on my tits like no other emcee in recent memory. For me, Jada has always had something about him that drives me away from what is arguably a nice emcee.
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