I think “Bury Judas” is on the level of “Ether,” is on the level of “Takeover,” is on the level of 2 Pac “Hit Em Up.”
The above quote has me in tears right now. Anyways, in the clip above Shyne goes in to detail about his issues with Game, the diss track “Bury Judas” and the biblical references within the song. He also goes on to talk about his own music, losing his voice when he first got released from prison and how Messiah is gonna be his best work to date.
“You can’t go to war from an island!” Somewhere in the world, Curtis is asking for his 700%.
Aside from virtually the entire music-sphere supporting K. Dot, Jayceon has essentially said he’ll throw hands at Shyne if they ever come face-to-face. Look, everybody is entitled to their own opinion, and no man is to say whether Shyne’s personal opinion is wrong or not. But let’s just all agree that the moves by one Moses Michael Levi look like they’re of one desperately clamoring for a spotlight that long disappeared once he came out of prison sounding like he got forcibly mouth-loved one too many times. UPDATE: Shyne responds to Jaycon. And Kendrick responds to Shyne. Both can be heard/viewed after the jump.
Still feeling himself from his 2000 debut, Shyne defends his trash talk with Cipha Sounds and Rosenberg. And while I agree that everyone is entitled to have their own opinion. This seems like an obvious cry for attention. Garbage beats? Naah…
Not gonna lie… I’m always nervous whenever I listen to Shyne’s music. While I secretly hope that the Bad Boy, “shoot the club up” version would make a return to my eardrums I always know that we’ll end up with this… thing instead. I mean, remember when we all heard that Shyne would make a return to music the first time since being deported? That was a level of excitement I’d not felt since, say, Hell Hath No Fury by Clipse (half of which, coincidentally, is on this song). When I finally heard “new Shyne” on wax, however, it was akin to your wife walking up to you at the funeral of your mother to say that she had been sleeping with and gotten pregnant by your best friend. In other words, my heart couldn’t take it.
I’ve gotten used to Shyne’s new voice these days, and I’ve already accepted and acknowledged that “old Shyne” is now a thing of the past. however, this track – to me, and I do not want to come across as condescending at all (I always feel the need to say that in an attempt to not ruffle rappers’ feathers these days, but that tale is for another time) – sounds like it’s a reference song for Rick Ross (I’m aware of the irony), and it makes me want to dig out Shyne’s eponymous debut from whatever shelf it’s buried in, listen and think of the times when Puffy was twisting out Jennifer Lopez, computers still came with floppy disk drives and rap was a highly lucrative business.