While the Kardashians have been fighting to break the internet with their clinically enhanced bodies, an MC’s fight for greatness have fallen short of legendary to the claim of a living figure who sometimes endorse or at times, deny his sanctification of an assumed protege laying claims to his chair. Twitter went haywire. Cassper Nyovest as a great artist has his DNA scribbled all over the South African hip hop scene – especially rap. That in itself doesn’t need any support or affirmation from the West, or Mr West himself. You know what I’m saying? But that he chose to demean his status to win Western appeal, Mr. West’s or publicity stunt is a totally different ball game.
Is Cassper not surefooted about his lyrical status, or is it a way of razing through Kanye’s fanbase?
I only hope AKA wouldn’t have a field day with so much materials for attack at his disposal. Cassper’s track ‘Same Chair As Kanye’ as a title is ambiguous. Is he celebrating the fact that he’s the first African rapper to grace the popular Sway in the Morning show and sat on Kanye’s chair, or fitting into the creative brilliance of Kanye on the rap-scene and should be seen on same pedestal? Honesty has it’s price and from reaction of hip-hop heads in SA and bits across the African continent, someone is sitting on a hot seat. Sorry, a hot ‘chair’. Kanye’s chair. Though Casper defended his claim, the song’s following his statement isn’t going to let him off the hook easily.
When Casper said; ‘I can’t believe a nigga made it this far,’ it was okay and everyone is happy but when he spat; ‘I’m African American, I’m African by birth, I just want to be American/ I never knew my worth until I stepped out of my country/ And they knew nothing about me/ But I knew a lot about them/ Damn! Maybe its a calling, maybe the rap ancestors chose,’ that, broke the wrath on the camel’s back! The streets went agog. Twitter was on rampage. Social scientist ran amok and conscious MCs cringe and squirmed on their seats. What the hell is wrong with him? Questions and speculations doubled over themselves. Some wondered, while African American, are looking towards the Motherland for their roots and reassertion of their lost heritage this young man is either unconsciously or ignorantly wishing to be lost. Or is he betraying the roots of existence or forgetful of the pains of first; the Middle Passage through the bellies of beastly boats; being striped of one’s humanity and violated at the same time denied basic amenities? Casper rightly said, they knew nothing about him. Of course they don’t because they don’t care! Could it be there is nothing about you that fascinates them despite claiming you knew your worth after moving out of the country? Casper being a South African with the historical experience of apartheid should know better. And had the temerity to say maybe the ancestors chose us – him as a microcosm, that’s disastrous, to be chosen by the fathers without knowing your place. Wishes are irrational but writing and then spitting it on wax is more than a proverbial disgrace. All these will be running through the thoughts of me and Casper has right to his opinion except we are all entitled to a single truth and on that ground; he erred.
I think the many other rappers that would want to do the same will use the reaction caused by his statement as a deterrent. Before another MC says ‘The game is full of dumb a** rappers, I’m the clever one,’ only to retort to claiming something else, that MC would think twice. Despite the controversies surrounding the song, their some literary nuggets hat are worth savouring; ‘I’m busy serving this naggas like Roger Federer / Sharper than razors, I’m all about paper….’ Some would see the song as a contradiction because after Casper claims; ‘Excuse me Motherf****I don’t know, you keep your distance/ Excuse the aggression, I grew up a little different/ I saw a lot of shit, but I never was a witness/ They asked me where I was, I say cooking in the kitchen/ Where my cats meet, you cats can never pass me’ and displays his street credibility as someone reliable, he falls short of the claim of not being a snitch by wishing to be something and someone else.
There is a clear-cut lyricism in Casper’s rendition as a good rapper above some of his peers and he has made it clear that; ‘Its vivid I’m on a mission, feeling like Tom Cruise/ And if you’re on my hit-list, you f*** with the wrong dudes/ My music in every crib in the hood like Vaseline.’ That’s a strong one there. And of course, he would remind us of the accessory; ‘Presidential rollie boy, Africa is not a jungle.’ If there is, of course we know of one, any beef brewing the SA Mc warns; ‘This ain’t for beginners, you’re not even a factor/ Though I look like a sinner, I’m blessed like a pastor/ My dream is going well, I gotto love for the laughter/ Kind of vain, but I ride in the Ghost, cos I’m Casper.’ We can say his story is one of rising success despite the futility of claims to a throne that is not need. Isn’t Casper the same man that reminded us of his achievement in ‘Mama I made’?
However you view it, ‘One the Throne of Kanye’ is one of those rare gem-music needed once in a while to stir up the industry. A song of this status and the magnitude of controversies it draws is sometimes needed to remind us of the state of our industry and what runs beneath the lyrical hearts and their glamourous lifestyles. It’s a sort of Kendrick Lamar’s ‘Control’ verse on Big Sean’s record featuring Jay Electronica but not on the same class. We like hearing from him, the bravado and energy he puts in his music and I believe ‘On Same Chair As Kanye’ isn’t done with us yet. There’s more to come.