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The thing that stood out the most to me, by far, is a little over the halfway point, Dipset kept saying "that was cute" or "that song was wack!", or worse, "you're panicking!".
In any contest- a discussion, a debate, a battle, whatever, when people start going at the person and not the content, it's a wrap.
You know that they know that they've lost. ,
And Dipset knew they'd lost.
Because Jada washed them for coming out like some local nobody opening for a big dog, just rapping over the recorded song.
I hate going to a show and the openers pull that corny shit.
Dipset did that, and Jada didn't let it slide. He put that fuck shit out front.
That was bad enough.
But He showed why he's in that God MC tier. If you didn't know, he let you know. If you forgot, he reminded you.
If you've been sleeping? He woke you the fuck up.
The performance, the presence, all that shit was on point. But then he had the bars to ice it.
Which, by itself, exposed the problem with Dipset's whole approach: You could barely udnerstand what the fuck they were saying. If you don't know their lyrics, you don't know what the fuck they're talking about until their round ends, and they start trying to counter Jada's clear, simple message that what Dipset was doing was amateur hour.
I think those old Swizz joints are largely trash, and thought so at the time, and they've aged even worse. The Lox's sound is too riddled with that old Swizz sound for my liking.
But I still go back to it, because they're all nice with it. Jada especially.
And they killed it here because they're pros, even on those joints. And Jada talking down like the older head in the room? That shit was the nail. Pipe down, youngin.
Dipset had all the bravado. All the loud, over the top theatrics.
Jada just controlled the situation by being the grown man in the room, showing them how to do shit the right way.
And that's not a slight to P and Louch. I'm a Lox fan. But Jada was the clear cut superstar in this whole event, and the 2 and 3 were P and Louch.
Shit, Louch just walking around, all big and menacing was enough. no ra-ra shit. Just his presence was enough.
Pick your battle cliche. Bodied. Washed. Landslide. Whatever. That's what this was.
But more than that? Class was in session.
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