nas goes bonkers.

nas dropped out of hot 97's summer jam thing because they wouldn't let him stage a lynching of a life-size jay-z dummy! but don't give up on him yet, he's also taking steps in the right direction by criticizing funkmaster flex - hot 97's number 1 dj and also the man responsible for tim westwood having any sort of credibility amongst rappers. i don't have a problem with westwood except when he broadcasts "live" with flex in new york and most of it is just laughing - they cut a song and the two of them start laughing for minutes! (even longer than that scientifically-tested bomb-dropping sound which the big dawg djs claim is the greatest bomb-dropping sound ever.) i mean what is so fucking funny? play a record you fucks!

when they do find time to play a tune, its normally a good one but then flex ruins it by using his standard 'repeat-cutting the first 4 bars six to eight times' dj technique - obviously honed as a result of the god-like aura that surrounds him so no-one could ever say, "flex! why are you making motherfuckers wait even longer to hear the first verse!?" (this is the main reason i like westwood: he doesn't give a fuck about skillz; plus he gets to pick the cream of flex's promos because the radio one rap show also has to play several fair-to-middling brit-hop tracks due to the licence fee or something.) then they laugh some more, perhaps this time with beanie sigel pissing his pants in the studio with them, since flex seems to be genuinely in thrall to roc-a-fella records. so it's definitely about time someone took the dude to task, i suppose it's not surprising its nas since he's always dissing his own proteges and his good pal noreaga.