Now I don’t know where this all came from or why in the first place, I just know that I did notice Rhymefest’s Twitter messages going off during that show at SOB’s the other day, um, lamenting about various artists. Don’t get mad at us, we’re just the suppliers. Le sigh… SHAKE UPDATE: Fest dropped some lines on his blog explaining the reasoning behind doing this. Hit the jump for that explanation… UPDATE 2: The jump also includes Charles latest blog entry about the situation.
First of all, this whole thing between me and Chucky Cheese began last Halloween when I invited him on stage to a cipher for a show at Madison College where he was my opening act. He grabs the mic, turns to me and challenges me to a battle in front of my fans.
Then his guys come on stage with cameras trying to get a YouTube moment or something. He obviously didn’t understand the dynamite he was playing with. Long story short, I humiliated him.
Even though I KNEW at this point those tapes would NOT be released, y’all know me. No need to ruin his career so early. So to show that there were no hard feelings, I reached out to him the next day and asked if he would like to be on my El Che Manual mixtape. This offer was out of sheer ‘damn, Rhymefest is a cool ass nigganess’. However, he declined. No hard feelings!
THEN…I see a video of him ethering himself, saying how him losing to me somehow equates him to Eminem. (Sidebar: Charles, I know Eminem. Trust me, you are NO Eminem). STILL I chilled.
Let’s fast forward to SOB’s. I was actually there to support my man Scram Jones and his group Two Face. I waited around for Chuck to grace the stage so I could see what was really up. The crowd had thinned out because they were there to see the earlier act. About 40 people were left in the venue, and I’m like WTF? Chucky comes on telling us all how he just left LA and the wonderful weather, and how New York sucks. I’m like OK…get to the raps nigga. He runs through about two songs before I start hearing light boos and seeing thumbs down from at least 15 of the 40 people in the crowd. This is NEW YORK nigga!! You can’t hold your own city down?? I’m like man this shit is wack so I head for the door.
No sooner than I left, I’m getting calls that he had my name in his mouth YET AGAIN!! As he was losing to another battle proven artist, he has the audacity to imply that he beat ME and now he’s going to beat Serius Jones! “Two old ass niggas that wanna come back and battle”. So as you can see, I’m not picking on Charles for no reason.
Charles just fucked with the wrong nigga.
By the way, Charles Hamilton just called me and tried to lightweight threaten me that I didn’t want to take it to the streets. Huh?
EL Che coming soon!
And Charles‘ thoughts…
Situation is simple: a sensitive lyricist is upset at a random punchline that he wasn’t even there to hear. I’m glad it isn’t SB, but its not really a step up.
I offer the same resolution to this old ass child. Because we spoke. Leave me alone, or be faced with a psychodelic, unholy lyrical response that will scar even your forefathers’ viewpoint on the way your life has been lived up until the point you decided to engage in lyrical combat.
And I’m not even mad.
Fans, citizens of earth, could now be the time that a public sacrifice of a useless old human be witnessed?
You decide. Meanwhile, I’m smiling and in a good mood about life…
I love women. Hate bitch ass niggas.