Dear Amari Juwan:
Hey, I just want you to know I heard your little diss. I'm not hurt. In fact we've had a good laugh about it for over a week now. It's honestly why the review took so long. I'm not mad but I'm disappointed in you. Why? Because you didn't handle it like a man. You sat in your feelings for 7 and a half months before finally saying something. You didn't even say it to me. You put it on a mixtape that I would have never heard if it didn't get sent to me. You could have tweeted me, sent me an email or something.
Do you think 5/10 is the worst score anyone has ever gotten on this site? There's a few other 5s, a 3 and even a 0. The difference is, if they didn't like the score they came to me like a man. We talked it out via Twitter, e-mail or Skype. You dealt with your emotions like a child. You held it in and threw a fit about it. Hell, some albums don't even have scores listed because I remove them if the artist ask. It's not like you couldn't find me. I left my twitter handle at the bottom of the review. You could have dropped an email, there's a nice button at the top and one on the left. Could have left a comment. But you didn't.
It's not like you didn't find the review helpful. You obviously stopped trying to rap about homework, class and doing drive-bys. I mean, congratulations on finally finding out who you were. Just don't act like I didn't point that out for you. I also told you work on your breath control and stop breathing super heavy into the mic. Thanks for listening.
Maybe if you worked on the replayability of your tracks, and learned to organize an album better everything would be good. You already worked on the individuality part by not trying to copy every single rapper out and hoping something worked. I didn't really dislike anything else. That's just the way an average works. You add all the numbers and divide the sum by the number of entries? Just in case you forgot.
The hating part? I think you've got that wrong. I don't hate you. I don't like you but that's only because you deal with emotions like a 5 year old. Get it 5. Like your score. I don't like you because your ego is ridiculous. You bite the hand that feeds you. Have you typed "Amari Juwan" into Google lately? Here, let me Google that for you. Did you see it? Your mixtape isn't even in the first page of results. But did you see the number one result? It's the review I did for your mixtape. I tweeted out "Can you believe Amari Juwan" dissed me and the response was "Who is Amari Juwan." Check your ego kiddo, but don't let go of your eggo.
You wait 7 and a half months to complain about what I said. I forgot I reviewed your mixtape until someone brought it to my attention. I've been a little to busy to think about your existence lately, but I'm glad you've been thinking about me. What you did is the equivalent of your parents telling you to do chores then leaving. You silently nod while they're in front of you but when the door closes you start crying and say "I hate you dad, always telling me what to do, I hope you die. God please kill him." Then you go do your chores but later you talk trash with your friends and somehow word gets back to your dad.
I've got it, you're my Rap Godson. You hate me, but you obviously respect my opinion enough to take into account the suggestions I made. Since you still did your chores I'll just pretend you didn't mumble something disrespectful under your breath. Now run along and go play outside before I change my mind and ground you.
You can hear Darrell on the CP Time and Powerbomb Jutsu podcasts. He also plays classic arcade games on The Cabinet
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Hey, I just want you to know I heard your little diss. I'm not hurt. In fact we've had a good laugh about it for over a week now. It's honestly why the review took so long. I'm not mad but I'm disappointed in you. Why? Because you didn't handle it like a man. You sat in your feelings for 7 and a half months before finally saying something. You didn't even say it to me. You put it on a mixtape that I would have never heard if it didn't get sent to me. You could have tweeted me, sent me an email or something.
Do you think 5/10 is the worst score anyone has ever gotten on this site? There's a few other 5s, a 3 and even a 0. The difference is, if they didn't like the score they came to me like a man. We talked it out via Twitter, e-mail or Skype. You dealt with your emotions like a child. You held it in and threw a fit about it. Hell, some albums don't even have scores listed because I remove them if the artist ask. It's not like you couldn't find me. I left my twitter handle at the bottom of the review. You could have dropped an email, there's a nice button at the top and one on the left. Could have left a comment. But you didn't.It's not like you didn't find the review helpful. You obviously stopped trying to rap about homework, class and doing drive-bys. I mean, congratulations on finally finding out who you were. Just don't act like I didn't point that out for you. I also told you work on your breath control and stop breathing super heavy into the mic. Thanks for listening.
Maybe if you worked on the replayability of your tracks, and learned to organize an album better everything would be good. You already worked on the individuality part by not trying to copy every single rapper out and hoping something worked. I didn't really dislike anything else. That's just the way an average works. You add all the numbers and divide the sum by the number of entries? Just in case you forgot.
You wait 7 and a half months to complain about what I said. I forgot I reviewed your mixtape until someone brought it to my attention. I've been a little to busy to think about your existence lately, but I'm glad you've been thinking about me. What you did is the equivalent of your parents telling you to do chores then leaving. You silently nod while they're in front of you but when the door closes you start crying and say "I hate you dad, always telling me what to do, I hope you die. God please kill him." Then you go do your chores but later you talk trash with your friends and somehow word gets back to your dad.
I've got it, you're my Rap Godson. You hate me, but you obviously respect my opinion enough to take into account the suggestions I made. Since you still did your chores I'll just pretend you didn't mumble something disrespectful under your breath. Now run along and go play outside before I change my mind and ground you.
With Sympathy, Your Rap Godfather,
Darrell
P.S. my twitter handle is right below here. Pimp C once said "If there's a problem, get at me, and we can talk it out, or you can just walk it out"
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