What do Guru and the French existentialist philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre have in common? In the twilight of Jean-Paul Sartre’s life, a man named Benny Lévy bonded with the philosopher, serving as his personal secretary. During this period and up until his death, Sartre was said to have abandoned his existentialist, atheistic, Marxist utopian outlooks on life, instead opting towards a newfound embrace of messianic Judaism. Lévy was accused by French left-wing intellectuals for having exploited Sartre, manipulating him in his old age, debilitated by a deteriorated physical condition and blindness. Shortly before his death, it is said that Sartre confirmed his change of heart, but skepticism on the matter is still alive and well to this very day.
Enter 2010 and we’ve got a similar situation, far less debatable if you ask me. The man who calls himself a “Super Producer”, Solar, has been all but unanimously given the boot by the hip hop community. For quite some time I’d been highly confident that Solar was inauthentic, and my doubts were laid to rest on March 4th when a couple of tweets brought some clarity to the picture. Look at the two tweets below and ask yourself this question: “Do they look like they were typed by the same person?”
There are so many reasons why I’d like to see this bitch-made, poor excuse for a human being’s head on a pike. Here are a few:
Solar cut off Guru’s own family throughout his illness. Solar used the excuse of a deathbed letter to drive the “rift” between Guru and DJ Premier even further. Solar wants to keep Guru from us, even after his passing.
Fuck that. As Mister Cee said during his great tribute mix, “Guru belongs to hip hop and hip hop belongs to Guru.” Rest in Peace, Guru. Long Live Gang Starr. Hold your head, Premo. We’ll see you when we see you, Solar. You’ll get yours.
Enter 2010 and we’ve got a similar situation, far less debatable if you ask me. The man who calls himself a “Super Producer”, Solar, has been all but unanimously given the boot by the hip hop community. For quite some time I’d been highly confident that Solar was inauthentic, and my doubts were laid to rest on March 4th when a couple of tweets brought some clarity to the picture. Look at the two tweets below and ask yourself this question: “Do they look like they were typed by the same person?”
My Brother, sister and Niece visited me last week. My brother stayed with @Solar_7Grand for 3 days. Truth!!Notice how the first letters of “Brother” and “Niece” are capitalized. That’s an odd coincidence, right? How about the fact that the last word of each tweet is followed by not one, but two exclamation points. These messages were tweeted out on two different accounts: Guru’s and Solar’s, respectively. They were tweeted on the same day, sixteen minutes apart from each other. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on here, something we’d been aware of all along: Solar is not to be trusted. Anyone who doubts that Solar wrote Guru’s alleged deathbed letter is a fool.
The hospital records will show that Guru's Brother, sister and Niece visited him last week , Fact !!
There are so many reasons why I’d like to see this bitch-made, poor excuse for a human being’s head on a pike. Here are a few:
Solar cut off Guru’s own family throughout his illness. Solar used the excuse of a deathbed letter to drive the “rift” between Guru and DJ Premier even further. Solar wants to keep Guru from us, even after his passing.
Fuck that. As Mister Cee said during his great tribute mix, “Guru belongs to hip hop and hip hop belongs to Guru.” Rest in Peace, Guru. Long Live Gang Starr. Hold your head, Premo. We’ll see you when we see you, Solar. You’ll get yours.
I never thought that you would crab me/
Undermine me, and backstab me/
But I can see clearly now the rain is gone/
The pain is gone but what you did was still wrong/
There was a few times I needed your support/
But you tried to play me like an indoor sport/
Like racquetball, tennis, fool, whatever/
All I know is that you attempted to be clever/
Nevertheless, cleverness can't impress/
'Cause now you've been exposed like a person undressed/
And I can see through you, 'cause I'm the Guru/
And what you gonna do when I start to step to you/
'Cause when I pay you back I'll be hurting you/
And this ain't no threat, so take it personal/
- Gang Starr; "Take It Personal" (Daily Operation, 1992)