Who is better Kanye or 50 Cent

Why is Curtis Jackson aka 50 Cent staring so contrite by his new album? Did he forget to turn off the tap in one of the five jacuzzi baths in his 6,000-square-foot Connecticut mansion? Does he no longer like the vitamin drink that he is promoting in a multi-million dollar contract with Coca-Cola?

Or does he already suspect that the title "world's most successful rapper" won't be awarded forever? You don't even want to see 50 Cent's facial expression when he learned that his new album "Curtis" is only number two in the US album charts - and that Kanye West's competing product "Graduation" has sold some 100,000 pieces more popular. After all, the bet was his idea: if he sold less than the Chicago rapper and producer in the first week, he would never record a solo album again.

And what does 50 Cent do now? Is he congratulating West on the well-deserved victory? No, that would be brushed against the suspicious and power-hungry gangster that he so likes to put on record. Instead, the loser pouts: the record company would manipulate the sales figures.

In addition, his opponent has sold himself to the mainstream: "Kanye only gets his trophies because he plays it safe." If only Fifty had meant it as a joke! The same man, who in the past always scored with touches of laconic motherly joke, will probably only be laughed at tiredly this time. Because the new songs often only sound like bad infusions of the old hits, titles like "I'll Still Kill", "My Gun Go Off" and "Peepshow" are reminiscent of involuntary self-parodies.

Yes, 50 Cent thinks it really: that cooking crack and polishing pistols is cooler than engaging in something like love like its competitors Jay-Z or Nas: "While Jay and Beyonce was mwah-mwah, kissing, I was cooking one thousand grams in my kitchen / while Nas was telling Kelis 'I love you, boo', I was shining my 9 mm, you know how I do. "

The malicious comments are not long in coming: The internet music magazine Pitchfork Media advises the "power-hungry, protein-fed egomaniac" to open his favorite book, Robert Greene's "The 48 Laws Of Power": "Never seems too perfect" since rule number 46 quotes: "It is wise to show weaknesses occasionally in order to appear more human and approachable."

But "Curtis" reinforces the impression that the second-highest-earning rapper has long since lost touch with reality somewhere between his 18 bedrooms, two billiard halls and dozen swimming pools. He buried himself under his success. And mistook his robotic mask for artistic potency: "I'm King Kong. Kanye is only human," he dictated to Rolling Stone magazine.

"People run away when they see King Kong because they fear him." Welcome to the Hollywood fantasies of an orphan who is obviously still nibbling on its own impotence story. 50 Cent's dramatic résumé is well known: at the age of nine, he witnessed the murder of his single mother, was then deported to his overburdened grandparents and tried to supplement his pocket money as a drug dealer.

He later realizes that you can also get rich as a rapper - with a much lower risk of being riddled with holes. The nine gunshot wounds that 50Cent cannibalized for years as an alibi for the street credibility of his rhymes, regardless of whether the ghetto boy from Queens made it - and could afford to invest not only in striptease clubs and new Ferraris, but also, for example Working through the traumatic childhood experiences in psychotherapy. And try to be human beyond gangster armor.

Who says Curtis Jackson - a loving father who "wants to raise his son to talk more about his feelings" - has no alternatives? Past hits like "Hate It Or Love It" hinted at the possibility of a more thoughtful, soul-inspired rapper personality. With "Curtis", however, the self-proclaimed "Teflon Don", who always wears protective vests, has set out to prove the opposite: that the streets still have to fear him, he is the same guy who, surprisingly, came out of nowhere to close the world in 2002 conquer.

Which doesn't mean that "Curtis" can't bring any pleasure. It can indeed: If you limit yourself to the music, you hear a solid, perfectly crafted rap album, with a dozen producers who attribute the whole chart-tested range of beats to 50Cent: From gloomy pounding steam hammer blows ("I Get Money") , sample-heavy old-school anthems ("Movin 'On Up") to shimmering synth beats by Timbaland ("Ayo Technology").

The ranting of old times

Accompanied by the white soul singer Robin Thicke, 50 Cent dares to venture into romance in the middle of the album ("Follow My Lead"). As long as lines like "Baby, I pass the day watching you model lingerie" are romantic. Well, at least he tried.

In any case, better than comparing women carousel rides on "Amusement Park" or "Peep Show", where the rapper and his mentor Eminem get carried away with pubescent fantasies: "Let me shit on your chest / and if some pee comes out / just guzzle it down ... "All the pimply-faced boys of this world who are scribbling cocks on school desks, you are not alone!

In the end, the insight remains that the 50-cent saga came to an end in 2007. That his story has been told: at least that of the criminal, killer, hustler, pimp and gun owner. Obviously, even the core gangsta rap community doesn't have the limitless need to hear a multimillionaire on autopilot rant about the old days. Even male teenagers - they make up 50 cents of the most loyal followers - will probably switch to more sophisticated musical drugs at some point. And which female fans can be caught with "cock" on "lollipop" rhymes?

Should 50 Cent actually stay abstinent from the microphone, we will still feel his presence: As the maker of the successful fashion label G-Unit, as a producer - and last but not least as a book author: Together with self-help guru Robert Greene, he would like under the title "The 50th Law "release a street version of" The 48 Laws Of Power ". It's exciting to see how 50 Cent translates rule no. 25: "Re-Create Yourself!" Always reinvent yourself!