Then there’s the question of how much of his music he really produces. It’s fashionable to hate Diddy just because he’s Diddy but it’s simply unfair to call him a whack rapper any more – even mediocre would be a bit of a stretch. He’s still for the most part lacking in depth and versatility, but like his diamonds the flow has become polished and glossy, with a better than average diction and tempo especially compared to a lot of overhyped and quite frankly shitty unsigned MC’s. He was never that great of a rapper, particularly in the early days, but arguably as the biggest star left on his own label he’s had to hold the weight down and improved greatly over the years. When it was +All About the Benjamins+ I had two bezels on my armĭiddy continues to be something of an enigma musically. You ain’t know who Jacob was so I showed you twice Ten years without gettin sweat inside my Yankee fitted I done been there and did (I done been there and did it) Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted on her breast I’m ’bout it in the South, sleep good in the West Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims Despite the fact Jadakiss had a song years ago named “We Gon’ Make It” it seems apt for Diddy to do a song with the same name, as he sounds an optimistic note about his future: It ain’t easy being Diddy but on “Press Play” he’s not trying to claim it’s all bad. It’s fair to say Diddy had a lot of obstacles to overcome in his lifetime and there have always been setbacks, from promoting a concert where 9 people were killed to having his record label’s top star murdered in a driveby shooting to even having defend himself against allegations he has mafia connections. He does represent the American success story well though, coming from a life that may have been less than stellar given his father was murdered when he was only 2. We’ll assume a few creative liberties here and there, because I doubt Diddy really dwells where cons and killers are it with his multi-million dollar lifestyle. It’s like I fell out of heaven just to walk through hell” I gave myself to the world now it’s like you owe me somethin Of the almighty, a God to the black child
While I cruise through the concrete, blowin my chronicĪnd I move like a diplomat, hoodie and fitted capsĭwell in the habitat where cons and killers atįaced a thousand deaths, cowards’ll bow to the feet Snakes slither while hustlers chop they product “Through blocks and boroughs, cops is plottin There’s only one word to sum up Sean Combs – juggernaut – or if you want to hear him sum it up himself just peep his “Testimonial”: If you envy him, work harder if you hate him, do what he does better and claim his spot.
It’s not a stretch to say the man is an industry unto himself – a record label, a clothing line, TV shows, a pair of restaurants named after his son, oh and when he’s not too busy doing all of that he actually had time to record and release a new record called “Press Play.” Combs is the kind of man who somehow squeezes 30 hours into a 24 hour day, so you just can’t knock the hustle. Whether you hate him or love him there’s no denying that over the last 15 years he’s changed hip-hop music and culture in a major way. Diddy, or just plain Diddy if you prefer, but what you can’t call him is irrelevant. You can call him Sean ‘Puffy’ Combs, Puff Daddy, P.