HOLY SHIT!!! NEW KILLA CAM!!! I Hate My Job

I'm so hyped right now, I may just nut my pants. Seriously.

Everyday I do a Google News search on Cam and find little of substance. Most days the links I get detail how Killa's career is in the pooper, or how he's a wack lyricist (straight blasphemy), or how his own crew has disowned him. It's not a good time to be a Cam fan -- to the uninitiated, it's almost embarrassing to admit. Shit, most people still think 50 deaded and buried Cam after their ill-fated, WWE-esque YouTube/Internet beef (Currrtis!!!!). In reality, Cam pulled a Mike Tyson and faded "into a Bolivian" after his mother had a stroke. But history is never one for details.

Whatever the case may be, this is the first mixed and mastered track I've heard from Dipset Don in over a year. And I like what I hear. The video, which has the production value of "Killa Season," provides a comedic backdrop for the tragic tales Cam spits. "I Hate My Job" is timely and relatable, and has Killa inhabiting the role of a modern-day Grimm brother -- albeit without the fairy tale ending. The beat -- melodic and soulful -- takes me back to a time when New York rap actually meant something. When we were still running this rap shit.

Most consider Cam's lyrics simplistic banter, but they miss the point -- within his simplicity lies an unmistakable ingenuity. Whether he realizes it or not, Cam's heavily free-associative rhymes are the closest thing Hip-Hop has to philosophy. You're probably thinking, "Is this guy blazed?" Yes, I am, but that's beside the point.

Cam's lyrics are generally absolved from a strict adherence to form and structure. His cerebral style, driven by the commonality between sound and repetition, frees the rapper to explore the unmapped contents of his mind. Nothing goes uncharted -- from pineapple soda's resemblance to urine to childhood chicken sandwiches -- even nothingness (e.g. - I get the computers putin'). And it's that non-sensical nothingness which gives meaning to Cam's rhymes and actions -- freeing his consciousness and allowing it to create the music. In a strange way, Cam's lyrical genius is akin to the philosophy of Jean-Paul Sartre. And no, I'm not crazy.

Now, this isn't the best Cam I've ever heard, but it's beautiful to hear his voice again (no homo). Hip-Hop needs a reinvigorated Cam'ron.

Fuck the peanut butter and jelly shit, bitches. Killa is back.