Crazy. How it seems like nobody’s ever heard this. The most criminally slept on diss records of all time. Dropped back in 2008. Back when Wu-Tang member Gza/Genius was having “beef” with G-Unit giant 50 Cent. 50 had size to his advantage, having sold millions of records, being a ginormous success, his fortune then rivaling Diddy’s and Jay’s. It wasn’t a fair fight if you counted power. But lyrically, on paper, 50 never had a chance against one of the Clan’s most sharpest swords.
You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I’m battin’
Got a few hooks but no jabs
Took ’em out your corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbin’ those in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out your camp
He might step off and take half the juice from your amp
Released independently on the ‘Pro Tools’ album in August, 2008, Gza’s 6th studio album may have been one of his best. But for whatever reasons, a different, younger and uncaring audience, little to no promotion, this album flew way below radar, having sold only 9,000 copies during it’s first week of release. Me myself only heard it by accident, after a friend told me in passing, about how solid the cd was. During this time, 5o was making comments, discrediting Gza as being a rap “scientist”, too technical and rapping about shit nobody understood or cared about.
Enough to make you Vogue on the cover of GQ
Only missin’ the sheer blouse. Homie, you see-through
Stop sippin’ on that Formula 50
They want heat, I’ll give it to them burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it
Especially these overrated rap steppin fetchers
I told you if I rain, there’ll be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips being chipped with sharp chisels.
One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit
No matter what, you still Window Shop for lyrics
If you’s a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
And if those your soldiers, give ’em bigger guns to hold
Who Shot Ya?
Fif went on to claim that Gza was an “Alaskan”, meaning that his buzz was not hot, but way too cold. His disses were hilarious, and the peanut gallery brought into it. What made matters worse was how no deejay seemed to play ‘Paper Plate’. I doubt even the legendary Drama King Kay Slay even played the record on any mixtape of during his ‘Drama Hour’ radio show on New York City’s famed Hot 97 radio station. Gza lost the battle only because his voice was completely ignored by an industry and an unconcerned public.
You don’t have enough on your roster
You move like a Fed, but you talk like a mobster
That Yayo slangin, please abort it
Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won’t snort it
Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides
You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify
Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets?
Five hundred killa bees, buzzin’ and really on it
Whipped with CUBAN LINX, cut with LIQUID SWORDS
Choked by IRONMAN ’til we crush your vocal cords.
Which is a damned shame. ‘Paper Plate’ was a sharp, sparse diss record with the wordsmith sending out some of the most accurate darts ever fired upon a subject; clean, aimed with surgeon-like precision, Gza’s words were deadly. Had the record been propelled to a platform similar to the Jay-Z/Nas “Takeover”/ “Ether” beef, 50 might not have been able to survive, that’s how fatal “Paper Plate” was potentially, how deadly it could have been.
You ain’t nothin’ but a pig in a blanket
Hogshead, the deadliest food at the banquet.
All this rap crap that’s trapped in your colon
Only means, get rid of the wack sh– ya holdin’
Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the Candyshop
You ain’t gotta handcuff ’em to see the panties drop
A few cats is lookin’ for a rat with cheese
Got somethin’ to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles broke while doin’ your two-step
Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left
Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream
I’m thinking even, that with all the pull and power that Curtis has, maybe it was possible that he used his finanicial advantage to kill the record, have the deejays that mattered sweep it under the rug. Not flowing on a conspiracy theory, but anything is possible, and upon hearing the record over and over, I KNOW for sure Fif didn’t want the world to hear the heat his “Alaskan” foe was cooking with. I mean, had the record had the opportunity to have Funk Master Flex drop bombs to it (and this record is most definitely bomb worthy), who knows what might have happened. Think about it, a full blown battle with Gza would possibly lead to a contest with other Wu-Tang members. Method Man. Raekwon. Ghost Faced Killah. Nah. 50 didn’t want that. Now at the time of writing, I’m not trying to re-ignite or instigate anything. I’m just bringing to light how dope of a diss song ‘Paper Plate’ was. Is. If I had to put a title on it, I’d have to call it THE most criminally slept on diss record of all time. And that’s not good, because the record was that good.
And yo, I don’t smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
With the brush stroke off the canvas
I walk on your Gators and lizards,
Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rockin’ in Blizzards
Wanna be cock (diesel)’til you walk the D-Block
To get a transfer, I’ll spread your wings like Peacocks
I was an emcee while you was in Nutville
On a world tour, you was gettin’ your guts spilled
Ten years your senior but I flow like I’m twenty-one
Straight out Medina with a mass of many sons
Super nova give off gamma-ray bursts
And I’ll finish this, only ’cause I let off first
‘Paper Plate” was one of Hip Hip beefs more finer moments. But in real life, it wasn’t. Still, if you like beef like I do, you owe it to yourself to find this gem, cop it and add it to your collection. And when you do, thank me.