„Good work on destroying hip-hop there, Curtis Jackson. Your relentless – and highly profitable – pursuit of the lowest common denominator has turned what was once actually exciting, a musical form that had wit and imagination and some glorious fire in its belly, into something crushingly, ball-achingly tedious, a tail-chasing, scab-picking parody of itself. I mean, well done on the cash and all that, but couldn’t „Fiddy“ have done something more interesting with it other than just buy an ugly house, some bullet-proof vests and a bunch of vulgar motors while writing rhymes like, „‚Til the sun comes up, every night, we party, yeah we party ‚til daylight“, or, if you prefer, „I’m in my Lambo maggot, my 4, 4 faggot …“ Is that it? Is that all the hip-hop fan deserves? Apparently, yes; yes it is.“

(Der britische Guardian über Curtis Jackson aka 50 Cent aka „Fiddy“)

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