Killa Cam gets greasy

Yeah, so I get this call early last night from a friend of mine in Brooklyn. He's laughing so hard he can hardy speak. By way of explanation, he emails me the Cam'ron diss track against Jay-Z, "You Gotta Love It"--this version was titled "You Gotta Love It Beyonce." I spend a couple hours pondering whether I should post it or not. (I try not to stoke battle fires if I can help it, plus don't want to get my source in trouble). By the time I make up my mind, the joint is plastered all over the internet.

A couple of thoughts:

For one, this is the first time in a long time that Cam's rhymes actually make sense. I mean, there's none of that "Lemonhead end up dead/Ice like Winnipeg" nonsense. He must have worked hard on this one.

For two, screw face to the sandal comment ("How is the King of New York rocking open-toed sandals with jeans?"). Don't think Cam is really in a position to be judging anyone's wardrobe (see photo above).

For three, I am super duper tired of dudes using the whole "sucker for love" line to slag each other. You know what? Everyone wants love in their life. And if they say they don't, they're lying. Sorry, but no one is that hard. And Jay is 37 fucking years old. Why shouldn't he be settling down a little? Can he live? Please. The Sucker-For-Love cynics are all going to wake up one day 40 and lonely, with a rolodex full of random chick's numbers that do nothing to ease the emptiness in their lives. (Wow. I went off on that one.)

For four, are we really supposed to believe (a) that Jay is sending dudes to shoot Cam and (b) that he has instructed them to throw the diamonds up after they shoot? Kinda unlikely.

P.S. Still pouring in Van City.

P.P.S. Benzino and Mays have finally been kicked to the curb. (Link via Jay.)