I’m gonna have to agree with Freddie Gibbs: If Young Jeezy doesn’t stab Gucci Mane at last night’s Verzuz, it’ll be an insult to the memory of his deceased weed carrier, Pookie Loc.
(Note: That’s the guy’s actual name, not someone’s cruel idea of a joke.)
I’m writing about the Verzuz before it happens because I have to write these things the day before I send them, and even though the battle took place last night, there’s no way I can stay up that late.
I can’t run the risk of walking around half-asleep at work the next day and getting run over by a forklift, or accidentally saying something inappropriate and having to try to find another job during Corona.
Plus, I have no interest in the music.
I see some people on social media complaining that many hip-hop purists prefer Young Jeezy to Gucci Mane, when Gucci Mane is the superior lyricist, supposedly, implying that they should receive some sort of credit for their familiarity with Gucci Mane’s ridonkulously large mixtape oeuvre.
It just goes to show the varying definitions of the term hip-hop purist in this day and age.
I, for one, have never had much use for Young Jeezy, other than that song he did with Akon, which is a stone classic.
I’ve heard a Gucci Mane song or two, including that song “Lemonade” (almost certainly the best thing he ever did), and I don’t know that I understood a word he was saying.
Which makes me wonder how CACs have determined that he’s the superior lyricist. Are they looking up the lyrics to his songs on Rap Genius?
(If you count “Short Bus Shawty” as a Gucci Mane song, that might be his second best song.)
In 2005, Gucci Mane and Young Jeezy had a song together called “So Icy” which became kind of a hit. This was shortly before anyone knew who Young Jeezy was and long before anyone knew who Gucci Mane was.
The two of them got into an argument over who the song belonged to that ultimately resulted in Gucci Mane popping a cap in Young Jeezy’s weed carrier’s ass. I think Jeezy’s weed carriers ran up in Gucci Mane’s crib, Gucci Mane unloaded on them, and the one guy collapsed in the woods behind the house and died a day later.
I read Gucci Mane’s surprisingly eloquent autobiography, but as I recall, it didn’t go into much detail. The publisher must not have thought to make that a condition of giving him a book deal. They’re used to extending contracts to celebrities who were “tampered with” in their youth, like Common.
Last night’s Verzuz was supposed to be between Young Jeezy and T.I., but I guess T.I. was too busy policing the behavior of child gangbangers from Chicago. Maybe he can work on a plan with Vice President-Elect Kamala Harris to have them all thrown in jail, where they belong.
People were shocked to see that he was replaced Gucci Mane. How can the two of them be in the same room together, playing their dumbass songs back and forth, when Gucci Mane killed one of Jeezy’s weed carriers?
Freddie Gibbs, who was once signed to a failed record deal with Jeezy’s CTE vanity imprint, remarked that Jeezy shouldn’t be allowed to talk about street shit anymore, raising the question of what his next album would be about.
It makes sense why Jeezy wouldn’t ambush Gucci Mane the moment he enters the room, as I’m hoping he will. He’s a middle-aged man now, dressing like the Count from “Sesame Street” and dating a kinda attractive Asian woman, who I think might be on “The View.”
The last thing he needs is to be out here fighting people. I heard Corona is rampant in jail right now.
Sometimes, when black men of a certain age get locked up for, say, non-payment of child support (hypothetically speaking), they can’t get access to their blood pressure medication and end up dropping dead in their 40s. I’d hate to see that happen to Young Jeezy.
I won’t be tuning in regardless. I’m just saying. It would be more interesting to me personally if there was some sort of violence.
Take it easy on yourself,