Five years ago, 50 Cent had the world – quite literally – at his feet. Fast forward to today and the climate is altogether different for the former chart-topper.
Renown for his verbal spars, the rapper’s latest “beef” is with his record label, who appear unwilling to release his new material – after a string of commercial disappointments.
Not content with taking the label to task on Twitter recently, the G-Unit general once again took to the public platform to vent over the issue. Yet this time, his usual banter was accompanied by chilling remarks.
Tweeting moments ago, the rapper -real name Curtis Jackson– said:
“I have lost all the faith in the team I’m on. I having nothing left to say I will not be promoting my music.
I’m going to deliver this album then. I have a film I wrote to focus on I’m not upset I’m just convinced this is not how I want to remembered.
Ill be honest I don’t think I’m gonna live much longer. That’s why I started my street king movement. I want to mean more in other peoples lives.
I mixed the big 10 because everything I do has to be the best I can make it cause other artist will create after hearing the ideas.
This morning I was look out the window. I saw a bird fly right on to ledge. It felt like he was looking right at me. I hit the window he
Just looked at me like he new I couldn’t do anything threw the glass. I was tripping he sat there a minute then flew off. I’d like to a bird
So I could fly and shit on the world. then you all could say 50 shit on me. That’s luck right ? Then don’t wipe the shit off.”
Which ever way it’s spun, this is all sorts of sad. And while it’s important to not kick folk while they’re down, it’s equally important to not do the same when you’re on the top – something Mr Jackson is guilty of in earnest.
I mean, of course Hip-Hop is predicated on “beef” and sparring, yet there was a certain brand of “invincible” and “ego”, ol’ 50 wore at the peak of his fame which was not hot. Traits which ultimately have few feeling any kind of sorry for him right now.
He may have a bank balance which’ll ensure his generations to come are making it rain, yet this generation of music lovers don’t seem to care for him. A reality which clearly has Mr Cent hot, bothered, and shooting wotless bullets at the very folk he needs to help turn things around – the label. How the mighty have fallen…