Looks like 2009 is gonna be a beef filled year, Rhymefest breaks down the reason for the diss record below.
Situation is simple: a sensitive lyricist is upset at a random punchline that he wasn’t even there to hear. I’m glad it isn’t SB, but its not really a step up.
I offer the same resolution to this old A*s child. Because we spoke. Leave me alone, or be faced with a psychodelic, unholy lyrical response that will scar even your forefathers’ viewpoint on the way your life has been lived up until the point you decided to engage in lyrical combat.
First of all, this whole thing between me and Chucky Cheese began last Halloween when I invited him on stage to a cipher for a show at Madison College where he was my opening act. He grabs the mic, turns to me and challenges me to a battle in front of my fans.
Then his guys come on stage with cameras trying to get a YouTube moment or something. He obviously didn’t understand the dynamite he was playing with. Long story short, I humiliated him.
Even though I KNEW at this point those tapes would NOT be released, y’all know me. No need to ruin his career so early. So to show that there were no hard feelings, I reached out to him the next day and asked if he would like to be on my El Che Manual mixtape. This offer was out of sheer ‘damn, Rhymefest is a cool A*s nigganess’. However, he declined. No hard feelings!
THEN…I see a video of him ethering himself, saying how him losing to me somehow equates him to Eminem. (Sidebar: Charles, I know Eminem. Trust me, you are NO Eminem). STILL I chilled.
Let’s fast forward to SOB’s. I was actually there to support my man Scram Jones and his group Two Face. I waited around for Chuck to grace the stage so I could see what was really up. The crowd had thinned out because they were there to see the earlier act. About 40 people were left in the venue, and I’m like WTF? Chucky comes on telling us all how he just left LA and the wonderful weather, and how New York sucks. I’m like OK…get to the raps N***a. He runs through about two songs before I start hearing light boos and seeing thumbs down from at least 15 of the 40 people in the crowd. This is NEW YORK N***a!! You can’t hold your own city down?? I’m like man this S**t is wack so I head for the door.
No sooner than I left, I’m getting calls that he had my name in his mouth YET AGAIN!! As he was losing to another battle proven artist, he has the audacity to imply that he beat ME and now he’s going to beat Serius Jones! “Two old A*s niggas that wanna come back and battle”. So as you can see, I’m not picking on Charles for no reason.
Charles just fucked with the wrong N***a.
By the way, Charles Hamilton just called me and tried to lightweight threaten me that I didn’t want to take it to the streets. Huh?