Fifty Cent Lost…
Years ago Lloyd Banks told Fisty Scent to switch his style up and watch the money pile up. Lloyd wasn’t lying either. Fisty Scent might be the wealthiest rapper of all time. Money is good that’s for sure, but it doesn’t make you anywhere near the best artist of your genre. If that were the case then we’d regard Mark Kostabi as the greatest painter ever and Britney Spears would be the greatest singer alongside Celine Dion. It’s only in a capitalist culture like ours where we can confuse someone’s bank account ledger with their actual value to our daily lives. This is why Donald Trump constantly receives the opportunity to brand products and services with his name.
When Fisty Scent applied the ‘formula’ to the content of his music he became a rap juggernaut. The ‘hood loved him and the suburbs fetishized him. Fisty became the embodiment of that N.O.R.E. song called ‘Superthug’. Tupac had gone to that place as well but after a while the bullet wounds took their toll. Fisty however, only seemed to get stronger after his exit from the hospital. It was like you couldn’t tell him nothing. He went into the gym and began to develop a body that looked like Barry Bonds to add to the superthug image. This was the formula that made Fisty the champion and gave him the good life. He created a visage that said everything I rap about is everything I am. I wonder though if all of that imagery doesn’t eventually take a toll on someone’s artistry. There’s really no place to grow from that point. Will Fisty be able to perform his music when he is forty years old? Keep in mind, that’s only five years from now.
Fisty Scent has planned a homecoming of sorts for the release of his latest album. The onetime King of Rap is trying to return to glory as the King of New York. It wasn’t enough for him to perfect on Tupac’s character, but now he is recreating the persona of Frank White, the late, great Notorious Big as he travels through the city performing a concert in each of the boros. This smacks of slight desperation to me in order to recapture the hearts and minds of his O.G. fans. In my opinion, Fisty has already climbed the mountain of rap music stardom. Why walk down the mountain into a valley just to climb to the top again? It’s time for Fisty to find himself a higher mountain. It’s time for him to go Hollywood.
Right now Kanghey has the attention of the ‘hood by creating anthems that inspire people to go out and buy expensive clothing and shit. Kangaye appeals to the ‘hood on a level we can relate to. The ‘hood can’t afford a Ferrari like Fisty, but we can spend our next rent check on a $500 Louis Vuitton baseball cap. This is what the ‘hood likes anyhoo. We like to look rich when we are standing at the bus stop, or in front of the corner store. So if you ask me who has the ‘hood onsmash I will tell you that it’s the boy Kangay West with his extra medium t-shirts and his tight jeans on. Just don’t let the underwear show too much or else you will have to answer the flashing lights of the police.
Oh, and by the way, Fisty Scent lost.