Unless you’re allergic to the New School of Hip Hop, you know of the electrifying rap feud between Drake and Meek Mill. But if you’re stuck in your not-today chilluns …here’s a recap.
In what I imagine was an intoxicated rant fest with hoards of yes-men, Meek Mill went on Twitter and said Drake didn’t write his own bars. Ah shit.
Stop comparing drake to me too…. He don’t write his own raps! That’s why he ain’t tweet my album because we found out! 😁
— Meek Mill (@MeekMill) July 22, 2015
Audio soon surfaced of alleged ghostwriter Quentin Miller rapping lines from
one of Drake’s many smash hit s “10 Bands” on a reference track. All eyes were on DrakeBeard. He dropped “Charged Up,” an okay response that we soon learned was actually a stage-setter for one of the greatest diss tracks of our generation.
Laden with piercing (and slightly misogynoristic, but corporate hip hop …) punchlines, Drake CA-LEARLY took the win. Drake evinced the strategic, clever, straightforwardness of a young Hov; from the single’s symbolic artwork to sending 6 bottles of Dom Pérignon to archnemsis Charlamagne tha God (leaving the self-styled Architect of Aggravation uncharacteristically speechless), Drake triumphed in a way I thought unimaginable.
Meek Mill lay dormant for all the time, his Twitter Fingers on hiatus as he tried to live up to the intense, frenzied pressure he placed upon himself. He probably thought Drake — who’s constantly clowned for his effeminate sentimentalities (cuz gender norms are awesome) — wouldn’t go in. He though terribly, painfully, tragically wrong.
He needed to respond, and he did so charily. His unintelligible … nehmind, just listen. And cry. And question your command of the English language.
What hurts is that I was rooting for Meek. I always go for the hip hop underdog. Drake was positioned to win. More money, hits, and name recognition made for an easy and expected victory.
And just imagine what a moment in New School Hip Hop it would’ve been if Meek Mill overcame all, and ethered Drake’s life away.
Meek’s career might be over. New School Hip hop fans are a fickle, un-loyal crowd. So here’s some possible career paths Meek can undertake.
Donald Trump’s Social Media Manager
Put those glib, petulant, egotistic, incoherent Twitter Fingers to good use. This basically describes Trump’s Twitter career.
Meek Mill does not speak earthly languages. Perhaps he can be an ambassador sorts to extraterrestrial life that will soon invade Earth.
The profession of producing and transmitting secure communication that adversaries cannot decipher. Meek would be perfect.
Hip Hop Studies Professor
Speaking from experience, he’ll teach the youngins why it’s important to stay in your rap lane.
All around, I reeeeaaaalllllllyyyyyyyy enjoyed watching this scuffle unfold. Here’s my final thoughts:
- Drake needs to stop while he’s ahead. It’s moving towards pettiness. Like that kid in class who told a funny joke once, and then won’t let it go when the joke is no longer funny. Plus, we saw how constantly throwing punches ended 50’s career. Don’t wanna see that happen to DrakeBeard.
- No, I don’t think Meek’s rap career is dead. He just needs to chill for awhile.
- To those saying “this-ain’t-real-beef … real-beef-was [insert Nas v. Jay Z, Beanie Siegel v. Jadakiss, and/or Biggie v. Tupac.” GOOD. We’re surrounded by enough Black death. I much prefer this version of a rap feud. It’s more fun, safe, and culturally enriching.