Why Nobody Cares Game Is Back On Aftermath.

Call it bias or nepotism or whatever, but I generally support West Coast rappers just because I’m supposed to. Even the wack ones, who I know damn well have no business trying to sell me music. Nationally, the average rap fan may not here about those cats, but regionally, they get all the love in the world. Which is a shame really, because some shit is so God-awful it must be shared. Like finding a carton of spoiled milk in the fridge. Doesn’t seem quite right unless you ask the next nigga to smell it. Misery loves company & what not.

But back to Game.

For a brief moment in unimportant rapperdom, he was 50 Cent’s right-hand man. I always thought he sounded dumb screaming “G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT!”, but opinions & assholes, tomato, tomoto. Eventually, their ego’s unmeshed, & Game broke out (of the Aftermath/G-Unit Camp) to find fame by his own laurels. No dice. He was still under contract to Curtis Jackson. So hardbody was this dude that he fired off rounds at the man who was still signing his checks. Gangsta, indeed. Then, abruptly, he was releasing his music on David Geffen’s vanity label (‘The Doctor’s Advocate’, ‘LAX’) & was slowly disappearing from the hearts of man, woman & child worldwide. No shots, but roffle mayo.

Nah, not really. He just didn’t have much to rap about outside the normal rapster box. But, that ain’t stop dude from jumping at every chance to keep his name out there. He has currently dethroned Fabolous as the “king of Twitter”, dissed Jay-Z as much as Beanie Sigel & Jim Jones could ever hope to, & proudly brags about making gangbanging a part of popular culture. What a douche nozzle. Anyone over 21 know that Ice-T did that long before he was Detective Fin Tutuola & pimping out his life partner. Ice was a “nightmare walkin, psychopath talkin” when Game was still Lil Jayceon.

But I digress.

Only time travellers & Aftermath staff are concerned with anything the label does these days. If Dr. Dre can’t even put out an album hes been promising for a decade, Jayceon Taylor has no real chance of seeing daylight. Ask Bishop Lamont. Jimmy Iovine’s Interscope shifted it’s focus long ago, & unless you’re his multimillion dollar baby, prepare to ride the pine.

Publicity stunts & Twitter spazzes may work for has-beens, but I expect more from a guy of Game’s noteriety. In this hustler’s climate of rap music, the first thing(s) he should’ve done, after releasing his first album, was start a record label, then a clothing line, put out a fragrance/neon-colored liquor & release a sex tape. In that order. Being signed to a major label (Interscope, not Aftermath) is so 90’s, even for a chap who apparently spends more time writing tweets than writing rhymes. He’s been yammering about Black Wall Street records for years, but as far as I can tell, it’s just his stepbrother & a gaggle of niggas he may or may not get drunk & high with. A bunch of jobless ex-gang members sitting up under each other all day does not a record label make. But don’t tell Game that. I heard he still hangs in his old neighborhood, & owns all the houses on his block or some shit. That can be a good thing, or a bad one. Just saying.

I’m curious to know how he’s professing devotion to his mentor again, so soon after just proclaiming man-love for The Neptunes. Not for nothing, but I’d take Pharell, questionable sexuality & all, over Andre Young’s ‘Phantom of the Hip Hopera’ routine. & I’ll say what people are thinking, but don’t want to vocalize; Aftermath Records time is about up. If they give me a reason to believe otherwise, I’ll gladly put ketchup on my hard drive & eat my words.

Today’s lesson, kids, is that mental illness &/or alcohol dependency shouldn’t stop you from trying to achieve your dreams. Even when you’re not really all that good at whatever it is you’re trying to do. Word to Joe Biden.