Two nights ago I posted a piece on Damon Dash. It was a well received piece that I thought, in my opinion, was a very objective view on the man, his history, his current woes and most importantly, his likely chances of coming out of all of this b.s. and landing on top. You might have seen it. Anyways, just a few moments ago, I happened to come across this drop over at Global Grind entitled “Ain’t No N***a Like Damon Dash” written by none other than Russell Simmons, my former employer at Def Jam and without question, one of the original architects of this thing we call the Hop Hop Industry. In this drop, Russell comments on how great the off Broadway play “Hip-Hop Monologues: the Life and the Mind of Jim Jones” produced by Damon is. He even goes on to say how said play “takes hip-hop culture to another significant level of accomplishment.” That shit is cool right there, I’m all about evolution, especially when it comes to the advancement not only of my peoples and peoples the world throughout, but also when it’s specifically concerning the evolution of Hip Hop culture, which I am so much a part of and which I love so much. Bravo Damon and thank you Russell.
However, that’s not what caught my eye. See, in his drop, Russell goes on to say:
“Hate spreads. But like Tony Montana in “Scarface” said, “two qualudes ….. And they gonna love him again.” So haters, it really doesn’t matter about your blogs from the sidelines. Dame’s gonna help heat the economy again!!”
Hmmm. Haters hating through their blogs from the sidelines. Was that Russell firing a stray shot my way in connection with my piece? Coinkydink? That seems a little too close for my liking. The way I read it, some peoples caught some feelings in me sharing some real honest shit about Damon and Russell decided he’d come down from the mountain top like Al Sharpton or Louis Farrakhan in order to drop a speach and set shit straight. You know, like he’s supposed to do. Only thing is I never actually dissed Damon but Russell in damning my piece as hate and labeling me as a hater firing blog shots from the sidelines is an obvious diss. Or let’s just say I’ma take that as an obvious diss.
Sooooooooooo, for the record, and this is no side ways, cat fighting sneak shit:
Russell, please feel free to read my piece in it’s entirety, not through some word of mouth delivery through one of your employees, lackeys or interns. Once read, you’re most definitely welcome to your opinions, and if you feel that I dissed your boy Damon in any way, then so be it, we’re all entitled to our own interpretations. Now I am 100% appreciative of you giving me my first shot in the game, on top of this whole hip hop industry thing that you’ve been instrumental in building, the very same industry that has allowed me to make a living from, to make a name from, in addition to enjoying all the beautiful things birthed from the industry. Thank you for that. From the heart. I can never ever even conceive of how I could ever repay you for creating the very ground that I walk on.
But, if you ever effin call me a hater again, if you so much as fire any types of disrespectful shots my way, direct or indirect, I WILL BODY YOU! And just for fun. I do what I do out of passion, without so much as a check coming my way in connection with my daily blog posts. I do it for the love of hip hop and I do it for the love of this culture. And because I do it out of love and passion, and in keeping with the original combative and competitive nature that is the ESSENCE of hip hop, of rap, break dancing, deejaying, graffiti writing, poetry slamming, record sales what have you, I WILL NOT TAKE ANY DISSES FLOWN MY WAY LIGHTLY.
No doubt you have an empire behind you, and you most definitely have the physical arsenal to try and squash me with whatever you send my way, but you won’t win in this lane dunny. Not here, not now, not ever. I’m small to you dude, so small in fact that I’m way too hard to pin point, to hit, I make one of the hardest of targets. You, I can set up a special blog solely in honor of you and bomb on your ass and daily, to the point where Sharpton, Farrakhan AND Chavis might just have to intervene and call for a cease fire. This is guerilla warfare my dude, and I AM COMBAT JACK. I LIVE FOR THIS!!! Cut it out and right now son. Keep my shit out your mouth old man. Please don’t have me declare war on you. Only because I’m impatiently waiting for that. And please believe that my gunshots will make you levitate.
You have been respectfully and formally warned!!!
And that my friends is that. On to our regularly scheduled program.