You have to respect Game’s resilience. Between being damn-near murdered, getting publicly ousted by the rap’s biggest group and denied time and time again by his idol, the man who wishes his actions spoke louder than his words somehow continues to turn coal into canary diamonds.
Forget this haunting, loosely-Lakers-inspired song is a month old. Forget Jayceon’s marathon-length track record of mentioning the same topics, track after track. Forget the fact you haven’t peeped Blood’s last two tapes. Forget all the negative sentiment you’ve built up towards the man’s emceeing skills – deserved or not – over the past few years.
Now, listen to “Hustlin (Champions Anthem)” and tell me you didn’t just hear the hottest Chuck Taylor song since son was dropping volumes of Youknowhatitis. The topics are still cliche, but this aggressive, die-hard determination and honesty are the same reasons an above-average mic talent sold over 10 Million records in a depressed record industry.
“While you motherf*ckers waitin’ on Toronto/ I’m in the hood with Poncho, stackin’ Rajan Rondo”
Call me crazy, but this guy still has a shot.