"Get Real or Get Lost"

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS A LONNNGGG TIME...THE MASSACRE OF 50 CENT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN. NOTE THIS DAY. IT MARKS THE DOWN FALL OF CURTIS "50 CENT" JACKSON.



When this came out, the whole world was up in arms against the so called "violent" Curtis '50 Cent' Jackson. "Get Rich or Die Trying" released two days ago and the reviews tell the story the whole rap world's been saying all this while...

As Jadakiss said

"Yeah, you got a felony, but you ain't a predicate
Never the King of New York, you live in Connecticut
This is a true fact
Since when has it become cool to get shot and not shoot back
And I don't got a problem with clout
You ain't get shot again yet, so what's your second album about?
Your raps are pre-school, you made a lot of money, now be cool
'Fore I swell up your lips like seafood
Can I get a mic check? You don't stand a chance
To dance with me dog, ya steps ain't right yet
The block is just fine, the D's straight
Most likely your new CD is a weed plate
Bunch of love songs, 100% pure garbage
Just somethin' to break up buds on
You should just sell clothes and sneakers
Cause outta your whole camp your flow's the weakest
It'll take a lifetime to see 'Kiss
You had to get shot 9 times to be rich"


Here's how a review by Bill White for Seattle Pi reads :

All bets are off for Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson, whose film debut should get him laughed out of show business. Based on his own trumped-up autobiography, "Get Rich or Die Tryin' " is a disaster on all levels.

The greatest liability is Jackson himself, whose face is as inexpressive as his mumbled lines. The script, hobbling from one narrative inconsistency to the next, runs a close second. Together with cinematographer Declan Quinn, Irish director Jim Sheridan has created an imitation of black urban life that is even less credible than Jackson's poetic gifts.

The story begins with a botched robbery that is followed by, though not connected to, the shooting of gang leader Marcus (Curtis Jackson). As he lies bleeding in the street, his life flashes back across the screen. It is the standard rap sheet: no father, mother deals drugs to feed family, she is murdered, he takes over the family business, discovers his inner soul in prison, and, when trying to break gangsta ties to become a rapper, is threatened by former colleagues.

The cliches are piled on, and when the story catches up to its opening, it is with boredom and despair that we learn Marcus has survived the nine bullets, and another half hour must pass before the movie ends.

The supporting characters are less than stereotypes. Bama (Terrence Howard) is introduced as a trigger-happy killer but turns out to be the good guy. One of the movie's most ludicrous scenes has him saving Marcus' life during a pretentiously posed shower scene in which assailants and victims slip around on soap while knives flash in the steam.

As drug kingpin Levar, Bill Duke is trapped in an execrable Brando / "Godfather" imitation, and the costume department only managed to come up with one wig for Viola Davis to wear throughout her 20-year term as Marcus' grandma.

Even the soundtrack lacks flavor. 50 Cent is as dull in the studio as Curtis Jackson is on the screen. If rap is going to survive, there is some weeding out to be done.

My advice to Mr. Jackson: "Get Real or Get Lost."