Now, initially I thought this shit was just plain ridiculous. I like both artists, both clearly have skill. But, I'm getting tired of the constant 'battles' going on in hip hop because most of them are WWE - fake petty shit to get publicity for an album. On top of that, it's usually not about better skills - these rappers just wanna talk tough in someone's direction (see 50 Cent, for example). And with everyone beefing with everyone else, it just gets tiring. Why am I supposed to care? Just put out some good music!!
That's why it was so refreshing after Budden and Royce took a few light jabs at each other, they decided music would be better served if they joined forces. And with the two of them, plus Crooked I and Joell Ortiz, Slaughterhouse was formed - a group that has the potential to really help the cause of taking hip hop back to lyrical fury. A group like this nobody could keep up with. Needless to say, after hearing the couple tracks released already, I'm pretty pumped about this project.
But, now Budden decided to go after Saigon (stemming from a clever punchline in a Budden verse mentioning a current event with Sai that he took offense to - Sai started saying he would knock Budden out, and here we go again - WWE bullshit). When I first heard the diss "Letter to Saigon", I thought it was kinda dumb. While the lyrics were pretty good, the song was poorly structured and Budden's delivery sounded off. I thought that if this is all Budden was going to come with, why take the time at all?
Then Saigon's response came with "Underachiever". Again, I like Saigon a lot (except for all the crying last year). He has a lot of good material. But, he like Joe Budden, had label troubles that really held him (and hip hop) back. That being said, the song was pretty half-assed, busy calling Joey a fag and insulting his kid, rather than proving his lyrical dominance. Basically, it didn't get the job done. How long is this gonna go on for, I thought? I'm bored already.
But, then Budden came back to prove just how clever an MC he is. He released "Pain in his Life" today/yesterday (an allusion to a previous song by Sai called "Pain in my Life") and surprised everyone (including Sai no doubt) by showing how he just hustled his opponent like Billy Hoyle.
I hit play on this track and hear Budden proclaim that Saigon "fell for the mousetrap". It took me about halfway into the song to realize what he meant. Budden (childhood nickname "mouse" by the way) baited Saigon with a subpar diss initially to make him think that he could actually win. Saigon responded with his own that put me to sleep, and Budden responded at full force. And...unless Saigon can really pull something together I think it's safe to say that Joey bodied him on this track right here. Why?? Probably just for fun. A lyrical exercise.
Below are the lyrics delivered over the beat to "You, me, him, and her" (and thanks to 2dopeboyz for doing most of the work - I just made a few corrections):
It’s like a lose/lose already my rep ruined
How I beat dude we know will accept losing?
Underachiever was an underachiever
Almost thought that you would come with the Ether
I know he got niggas in his camp like “spaz on him”, gassin him, bafflin him
Real talk, some don’t wanna see ya
Scram shoulda put both hands around ya neck
Said you betta get ya head fucked from under the cleaver
I’m the one that’ll beast ya
You got a gut feeling you hot, I think you can’t stomach a fever
Can’t think of why a wack nigga want it with me for
I leave my mark on you like it’s one of ya features
Ask how I it feel to have Maino face
I’m way ahead man, this ain’t no race
Stop playing, I'm the bomb with the pen
I’m more like a bomb with no pin
How the fuck is Saigon gonna win?
He a loss of interest
Talking bout my son is senseless
So I make sure the dude can’t see, smell or hear
Can’t touch, can’t taste, now he defenseless
Cuz ain’t a bullet in this world he could bench press
Speak Tahiri, I'ma speak Austin
The one that’ll suck ya dick if you flossin
Game old bitch that everybody was tossin
The one that you literally begged for that abortion
So we both gone wild, see we both love hoes and that’s just our style
But Sai if you think it’s different my nigga you goin senile
I just kiss mine and yours is the mother of ya child
BLAOH! Shots peel at ya entourage
Nigga couldn’t get a deal on Entourage
How is it harder to be me?
If I lose in real life? But you can’t even win on TV
Me I’m probably iller, probably wit gorillas in ya lobby with the shotti and chinchillas
You a rapper or a bodybuilder?
I’ll have him in the E.R. with Doc trying to put him back together like a body builder
Please tell me why dude Just Blaze signed
Can’t even get a bassline outta BASELINE
Look at the new kid sounding stupid
Nigga I made Just more money than you did
The nerve of the loser
Keep trying to hide wack ass bars behind the work of producers
In the word of computers, is he M.I.A.
Cuz he been fell off like Yung Berg on the scooter
So him and his bas’ flow need to lay low
Couple red lights will ruin his whole stage show
And put him on my payroll
How he the Yardfather when I’m dictating where the grave go?
Been years, he’s taking L’s still
Turtle couldn’t help him, maybe a shell will
Don’t look like a winner to me
Small meal to a pitchfork, you lookin like dinner to me
Plus ya diss track sound like a beginner to me
Ya whole shine’s like a dimmer to me
Fight who nigga?
You betta know how we get it in Jerz
Velcro his tongue, hope dude stick to his word
Nigga you’ll be in an ally covered
And you don’t love the kids, you just want us to think that you Sally Struthers
I’ll pit you with the worse kind of men
Dudes who become everything they condemn
You’d think that jail learned him a lesson
Until he bragged bout everything he learned in jail
Nah, I don’t think his struggle is lackin
He did a long bid, came home and had trouble adapting
Afraid of adulthood, has trouble relaxin
No choices, had to try his hustle at rapping
Here’s a jewel, maybe you should put ya first disc out on Amazon
Before you go fronting when the camera on
And the poor fans kept the hope
But prison was the only place he was next to blow
So he calls me a fag like he homophobic
Cuz they had him on his knees like “homo, hold it!”
Run around, he screamin “O don’t poke it”
It’s a small world, how you think Joe don’t know it?
Guess there’s where the lies get deeper
Cuz he went in a tight end and came out a wide receiver
There’s bones in ya closet that you can’t hide
Ya fans know you went to jail, me I know why
Sai, you ain’t brollic enough
Somebody better play third wheel and try to stop the fuck
Cuz I’ll put it in 5th gear, like who he gonna threaten next?
Fill his whole body with metal, now he Weapon X
Had the upper hand from go
Shirt always off, “How Does It Feel”, D’Angelo to get naked like a down hooker?
My dudes outta town ‘ll book ya
Ya whole gangsta’s Brown Sugar
With no point to his vlog, had the world waiting
Flexing for ten minutes like he had a girl tape him
Just co-signed for you said you had a classic
Now he got no time for you, wrote you off on taxes
Now he lonely, vulnerable lookin soft
Tried to help him, I been in his shoes, I just took ‘em off
To put it simply, how could he offend me?
I can teach ‘em how to live real major on an indie
So picture dude upsetting me
Stop complaining and take control of your own fucking destiny
He blames radio, blames Atlantic
Craig Kallman, but I can’t blame ‘em they panicked
Nobody scared he’s like hockey, retired for a minute, came back and nobody cared
So for me to take this serious homes
Get Mook, Loaded Lux, Jin maybe Serius Jones
To help write your shit, make it brand anew
If not look for the nation to abandon you
Be mad at yourself and ask yourself
You know I’m a rap giant, why Plax yourself?
Dude went ahead, axed himself
He cut off his nose to spite his face, Mike Jacked himself
Bryan, how the fuck you think less of me?
When you easily the less MC
Thought it’d be fun but that’s deaded to me
This point im battling my own perception trying to beat what’s expected of me
Nino Bless said you was a bull too
But im in widescreen, I aint see that full view
I know how ya hoe ass felt
Make it so you can’t eat, put an extra hole in that belt
Ain’t a gain in site
Coco Chanel ain’t the only nigga that’ll put pain in his life
Dead weight, get ya head straight
Cut the track off, listen to ya thoughts, checkmate.