About a year ago, Messy Marv was still down with San Quinn. As we all know, he is no longer. Now, a year later, he's no longer down with Knockout/Click Clack Gang, his own fucking crew.
Messy Marv, Baby Bin Laden "24 Bars of Death"
Typically, when people count the bars on their diss records, they come up with an impressive number (100, maybe 200). But The Boy Boy either knows that brevity is the soul of wit, or he is quite lazy (I'm guessing a combination of both), because 24 bars is nothing to write home - or name a song - about.
Either way, I'm impressed with this public unraveling that is going on in Messy Marv's career. I don't think he's ever been more interesting to listen to. It will truly become artistic when he finally writes a diss song about himself and actually means it.
Also, it was nice to hear from Baby Bin Laden again. Sounds like he's grown up a bit since Disobayish. You really have to wonder if Baby Bin Laden knows, deep down, that he will be at the business end of a lazy Messy Marv diss track in the near future.
On a completely unrelated note, I find it interesting when San Francisco rappers brag about staying in project hallways, as Baby Bin Laden does in the intro. Virtually every housing project in the city that might have had a hallway has been torn down and replaced with townhouse style housing projects, and most of those are painted in pastels. Geneva Towers, Army Street, Valencia Gardens, whatever those Fillmore towers were. Even North Beach. There really aren't any project hallways in San Francisco to speak of. I guess that "I stay in them pastel townhouses" just doesn't sound hardbody enough, even if it technically is. All I'm saying is, pay attention to how certain types of housing stock evoke certain connotations in rap music, and how much rappers lie about their surroundings to sound tough.