No es un secreto el enfrentamiento existente entre Lil’ Kim una de las reinas venidas a menos del hip hop y Nicki Minaj, la sensación de la temporada, y para avivar esta polemica, Lil’ Kim ha presentado el videoclip del primer single para Black Friday, de su mixtape con el mismo nombre, en clara referencia al disco debut de Nicki, Pink Friday.
Este primer single de Lil’Kim suena bien, pero aunque su letra es muy ácida y guerrera, creo que es infinitamente mejor Nicki a la hora de rapear, y deja un poco en evidencia a la pequeña Lil’Kim.
La canción suena bien pero típica y ese quizás es el problema de Lil’Kim, que ha evolucionado muy poco en los últimos años, y su paso por programas como Dancing With Stars, no creo que haya ayudado en su credibilidad como rapera.
Veremos que tal le sale la jugada a Lil’ Kim en su enfrentamiento con Nicki Minaj, ya que la mayoría de los raperos importantes están en la discográfica de Minaj y ya sabemos que las colaboraciones lo son todo en este mundo.
Por ahora la prueba de fuego la tendrá con este mixtape, veremos como le van las ventas.
Shut the f-ck upWho the f-ck want warFedEx beef straight to your front doorIt’ll be a murder sceneI’m turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13thAight you Lil Kim clone clownAll this buffoonery, the shit stops nowTime for you to lay down, I’m sick of the fraudI put hands on this bitch like a spa massageWe all know your last name is what got you a jobYou use to put together gimmicks something like a collageSince you putting on a show, you gon’ get the appaulseClap clap, lift your frame like a f-cking garage, yeahThis hood sh-t you and Drake ain’t built forThis the same sh*t the other bitch almost got killed forI’m still counting what hardcore generatedBet my sh-t keeps spinning like it’s syndicatedCorny broad I’ll you bloody like you menstruatedYour hot air ass bitch should have been deflatedThis aint a championship fight I’ve been the greatestSee the fact is, what you doing I did itLames trying to clone my style, run with itThats cool, I was the first one with itYou deluded kim wannabe you just hate to admit itI’m the Blueprint you aint nothing brand newCheck ya posters and videos, you’ll always be number 2I seen ‘em come, I seen go, I still remainSweety, you going on your 14th minute of fameI’m over 10 years strong still running the gameCut the comparisons, I’m in the legendary laneFighting for ya spot, y’all please, I’m solidifiedWith my hands tied, you couldn’t beat me if you bitches triedEither you high, or sipping that sh-t Wayne onI get top dollar for whatever my name onGo stick your head in a tornado, brainstormI drop bombs, FLex, NapalmBlack and yellow, will pull up in your ghettoGiuseppe’s when I step out, posted up in stilettosP-ssy so pink like my kitty saying helloIf I whistle, they’ll pistol whip you in all five borough’sI’m in Brooklyn, I’ll be everywhere comfortablyWho pumped you and told you to come rump with meYou the type to run your mouth and then run from meI’m poppin’ off in your hood with no companyCome on, Queens aint showing you no loveI was there the other night poppin’ bottles with the thugsYou like Washington Heff(?) I’m Benjy.
You got a buzz right now, an’ I had a frenzyOh yeah, welcome to the fam’, FendiYou need to stop, you’re not hot, you’re a burning matchThat means the end is near soon, copy thatOh I see, they really got you gassed likeI’mma think of the pastBetter slow down dummy, you bout to crashStink p-ssy hoe, I’m giving you a bathThermometer in hand and I’m coming for your assWho you think you getting pastI see right through you, you’re whole sh-t is made of glass[Nicki Minaj]You see right through meHow do you do that sh…[Lil Kim]I draw back, I’m a Brooklyn thorough bred bitchRep for my borough bitchNever been the type to have beef and try to settle sh-tI ride out till the wheels fall offAnd my n-ggas squeeze til the last shell go offF-ck ya whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdo’sYou’s a airhead bitch, scarecrowHaha, aint nothing old but my money bitchHahaha, this is grown liquid assestsBenjamin’s my daddy you Young Money bastardsYou and Diddy, sorry bunch of swagger jackersI mothered you hoes, I should claim you on my income taxBobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the greatSo on my next move, I’m yelling checkmateI smell a massacreCharles Manson you don’t stand a chance with herJeffrey Dahmer you looking like lunch to meI’m bout to kill all you bitches like Ted BundyLeave you’re whole head red like Peg BundyYou’re hilarious, thanks for all the laughsYou’re garbage so I’m taking out the trashYou sh-t on me, come on baby girlAin’t enough ass shots in the WorldYou’re a nuisance, you porbably steal my new sh-tBut you could never f-ck with me so chuck it up, DeucesAll around the World I ball like a ball teamI stack chips, call me Mr’s RosteamTricks is for kids, silly rabbit, your my offspringKim more anticipated than a Lebron ring…Vía
