Here we go again. Ice-T set up his video camera, pressed record, and went on a four-minute rant against his new enemy, Soulja Boy. Ice started by apologizing for telling him to “eat a dick” on that now infamous mixtape, but then went on to call his music garbage, and threatened ramifications “from hip-hop.” Ice was also pissed that Soulja Boy didn’t just shut up and accept his beef, telling the youngin’ “you supposed to take that” and instructed him to “respect your elders.” So what’s next in this battle of young vs. old? Ice is betting on a hip-hop war – not like the gruesome fights between east coast and west coast, but rather “good hip-hop vs. wack hip-hop.” You can probably imagine which side Ice thinks he’ll be fightin’ for.
Our favorite part of the 4 minute rant is the cameo by Ice-T’s 16-year old son, who tells his peer Soulja Boy to - what else – eat a dick.
Peep the clip above, and turn your volume down, Ice’s language is seriously NSFW. Obviously. [Via YBF]
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Take the infectious cheer-squad shout of Toni Basil‘s “Mickey,” add some glean from chart-topping uber-producer Dr. Luke, and write lyrics directed at the most tech-savvy market in the country (14-year-old girls) and you?ll understand why Avril Lavigne‘s “Girlfriend” was her highest ranking single to date. Avril?s fans forgave her her newly wedded status and bought her barbed entreaties to an already attached guy to ditch his girlfriend (never has ?She?s like, so whatever,? sounded like such a compelling argument). During the verse she rarely deviates into tune, sticking with her bratty schoolyard chants and marrying mall punk guitars with positively jubilant pop. All handclaps and sass, the video has Avril pulling triple-duty, playing her blonde self, a boyfriend-stealing brunette and a red-headed prude. While the message of the song is far from female empowerment, it seems she?s finally embraced a less abrasive side, making the unabashed pop music she?s faulted others for in the past.
Ya gots ta be multi-format these days, and there was no better example of video aiding and abetting audio than this ATL kiddo?s uber-ubiquitous, ultra-catchy dance anthem. His MySpace page was thick with how-to clips (please, don?t mess up the Superman section) and messages from trillions of fans. YouTube was loaded with tributes and satires, from yarmulke doo-rags to Santa?s elves gliding to the groove. So, yeah, DeAndre Ramone Way wasn?t fibbing when he said his reach stretched ?from the Internet to Main Street.? There?s glory in one-hit-wonderville, and even though one Web commenter rightly declared that Soulja Boy blabbered ?on the mic like he just woke up,? the song of the summer (sorry, Rihanna) proved to be a bubblecrunk gem.
