Charlamagne Tha God

Charlamagne Tha God Talks Mr. Cee Controversy, Says Gucci Mane Scary Because He Killed Before

(AllHipHop News) Give a verbose personality like Charlamagne Tha God a forum to speak to the masses and you will get entertainment. Charlamagne Tha God participated in Reddit’s Ask Me Anything series and fielded a variety of questions from fans.

When asked if Gucci Mane was as scary as his public perception suggests, the Power 105 host had no qualms in expressing his genuine fear of Gucci:

Gucci is scary because he’s killed someone before I don’t know about you but murderers scare me.

He also took time out to denouce the message expressed in Kanye West’s Yeezus track “New Slaves”. According to the veteran radio personality, the term “new slaves” is incorrect as people of today have more choices than slaves in the 19th century:

First of all I hate the song “New Slaves” because their is no such thing as a “New Slave” Slaves in the 1800′s didn’t get the opportunity to make millions of dollars off their talent. In fact slaves didn’t have a choice of wanted they wanted to do they were forced to work in those fields. If you don’t like being a part of corporate america and you feel like you are a quote on quote “Slave” QUIT. Find something else to do.

When the questions finally got around to the elephant in the chat room, Charlamagne was surprisingly diplomatic in his analysis of rival radio station Hot 97’s Mr. Cee’s recent admission of sex with cross dressing men:

What announcement? I think it’s interesting and opens up another conversation about what is homosexuality? Are you gay if you get head from men repeatedly? Because he doesn’t identify as gay. It’s interesting.

Check out the full AMA session at Reddit.

  • Vinsanity

    17 years today gotdamn.

    • johnblacksad

      I know… can I get a RIP PAC?!

      • Inmadopicouroz✓QUEENSᵛᵉʳᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ

        Pac was NY nicca so I cosign this!

      • Thanx Bit(h Boy!

      • KC The American Pimp

        but he learned all his game in the bay #fact

      • Sonya

        Who cares. Stop the madness.

      • Inmadopicouroz✓QUEENSᵛᵉʳᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ

        naw he always had that NY swag, however he was with a bad crowd out there. & I still say shout out to the West Coast/

      • RIP Pac

      • Aiyyo, are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever
        Tell me, which one?

        They wanna bury me, I’m worried, I’m losin’ my mind
        Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision’s blurry
        Fallin’ to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord
        But he ignores me unfortunately ’cause I’m guilty

        Show me a miracle, I’m hopeless, I’m chokin’ off
        Marijuana smoke, with every toke it’s like I’m losin’ focus
        Fallin’ to sleep while I’m at service, when will I die?
        Forever paranoid and nervous because I’m high

        Don’t mention funerals I’m stressin’, and goin’ nutty
        And reminiscin’ ’bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy
        I wonder when will I be happy, ain’t nothin’ funny
        Flashbacks of bustin’ caps, anything for money

        Where am I goin’ I discovered, can’t nothin’ save me
        My next door neighbor’s havin’ convo with undercovers
        Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
        Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn’t-a did it

        Everybody’s dyin’ am I next, who can I trust?
        Will they be G’s and they look at me before they bust?
        Or will they kill me while I’m sleepin’, two to the head
        While I’m in bed, leakin’ blood on my satin’ sheets

        Is there a heaven for a baller? I’m gettin’ suspicious
        Of this btch the line busy everytime I call her
        Now she’s tellin’ me to visit, who else is home?
        I check the house before I bone, so we all alone

        After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later
        To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her
        The btch is tellin’ all her homies, that I can fck her
        Like no other now them other btches wanna bone me

        I’m under pressure gettin’ drunk, somebody help me
        I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don’t think it’s healthy
        I see my enemies they creepin’, don’t make me blast
        I watch the five-oh’s roll, the mfckrs pass

        By me like they know me, smilin’ as they laugh
        I put up my middle finger then I dash
        Nggz don’t like me ’cause I’m Thuggin’, and everyday
        I’m a hustler lookin’ to get paid

        They wanna bury me, I’m worried, no need to lie
        I pray to God I don’t scream when it’s time to fry
        Nowhere to rest I’m losin’ homies, ain’t that a btch
        When I was rich I had clout, now a ngga’s lonely

        I put the pistol to my head and say a prayer
        I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?
        Then tell me am I lost ’cause I’m lonely
        I thought I had friends but in the end a ngga dies lonely

        Nowhere to run I’m in terror and no one cares
        A closed casket at my funeral and no one’s there
        Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways
        But still that don’t promise me the next day

        So I stay Thuggin’ with a passion, forever blastin’
        I’m bustin’ on these mfckrs in my madness
        They wonder if I’m hellbound, well Hell
        Can’t be worse than this, ’cause I’m in Hell now

        Don’t make me hurt you I don’t want to, but I will
        See mfckrs killed over phone bills
        Never will I die, I’ll be back
        Reincarnated as a mfckin’ mack
        I love it ’cause in Heaven there’s no shortage on G’s
        I’m tellin’ you now, you mfckrs don’t know me

        Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
        Only fear of death is comin’ back reincarnated
        Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
        Only fear of death is comin’ back reincarnated

        Only fear of death, you ghetto nggaz
        You ghetto nggaz
        You ghetto nggaz
        You ghetto nggaz

        You ghetto nggaz
        You ghetto nggaz
        You ghetto nggaz
        You ghetto nggaz

        Are you scared, to die?
        Or will you scream, when you fry?
        I don’t fear death
        My only fear of death is comin’ back, reincarnated
        This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P.
        And Big Kill, R.I.P.
        And all you other O.G.’s, who go down
        I don’t fear death

        ,,,

  • TALK_BOSS

    He only sayin that cuz it was soo obvious how shook char and envy was during that interview

    • Explain? I missed it, why were they shook?
      What interview?

      • TALK_BOSS

        YouTube gucci mane on the breakfast club…..

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  • DR.WHO?

    pac would be dissing b.i.g.’s homie MISTER SHE if he was alive. haha

  • junj03

    Tupac Amaru Shakur RIP, The game missed you & really needs you but if you were alive you would have to see the disgrace hip hop has become.

    RIP to the Legends…

    • Aiyyo, are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever
      Tell me, which one?

      They wanna bury me, I’m worried, I’m losin’ my mind
      Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision’s blurry
      Fallin’ to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord
      But he ignores me unfortunately ’cause I’m guilty

      Show me a miracle, I’m hopeless, I’m chokin’ off
      Marijuana smoke, with every toke it’s like I’m losin’ focus
      Fallin’ to sleep while I’m at service, when will I die?
      Forever paranoid and nervous because I’m high

      Don’t mention funerals I’m stressin’, and goin’ nutty
      And reminiscin’ ’bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy
      I wonder when will I be happy, ain’t nothin’ funny
      Flashbacks of bustin’ caps, anything for money

      Where am I goin’ I discovered, can’t nothin’ save me
      My next door neighbor’s havin’ convo with undercovers
      Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
      Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn’t-a did it

      Everybody’s dyin’ am I next, who can I trust?
      Will they be G’s and they look at me before they bust?
      Or will they kill me while I’m sleepin’, two to the head
      While I’m in bed, leakin’ blood on my satin’ sheets

      Is there a heaven for a baller? I’m gettin’ suspicious
      Of this btch the line busy everytime I call her
      Now she’s tellin’ me to visit, who else is home?
      I check the house before I bone, so we all alone

      After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later
      To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her
      The btch is tellin’ all her homies, that I can fck her
      Like no other now them other btches wanna bone me

      I’m under pressure gettin’ drunk, somebody help me
      I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don’t think it’s healthy
      I see my enemies they creepin’, don’t make me blast
      I watch the five-oh’s roll, the mfckrs pass

      By me like they know me, smilin’ as they laugh
      I put up my middle finger then I dash
      Nggz don’t like me ’cause I’m Thuggin’, and everyday
      I’m a hustler lookin’ to get paid

      They wanna bury me, I’m worried, no need to lie
      I pray to God I don’t scream when it’s time to fry
      Nowhere to rest I’m losin’ homies, ain’t that a btch
      When I was rich I had clout, now a ngga’s lonely

      I put the pistol to my head and say a prayer
      I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?
      Then tell me am I lost ’cause I’m lonely
      I thought I had friends but in the end a ngga dies lonely

      Nowhere to run I’m in terror and no one cares
      A closed casket at my funeral and no one’s there
      Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways
      But still that don’t promise me the next day

      So I stay Thuggin’ with a passion, forever blastin’
      I’m bustin’ on these mfckrs in my madness
      They wonder if I’m hellbound, well Hell
      Can’t be worse than this, ’cause I’m in Hell now

      Don’t make me hurt you I don’t want to, but I will
      See mfckrs killed over phone bills
      Never will I die, I’ll be back
      Reincarnated as a mfckin’ mack
      I love it ’cause in Heaven there’s no shortage on G’s
      I’m tellin’ you now, you mfckrs don’t know me

      Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
      Only fear of death is comin’ back reincarnated
      Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
      Only fear of death is comin’ back reincarnated

      Only fear of death, you ghetto nggaz
      You ghetto nggaz
      You ghetto nggaz
      You ghetto nggaz

      You ghetto nggaz
      You ghetto nggaz
      You ghetto nggaz
      You ghetto nggaz

      Are you scared, to die?
      Or will you scream, when you fry?
      I don’t fear death
      My only fear of death is comin’ back, reincarnated
      This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P.
      And Big Kill, R.I.P.
      And all you other O.G.’s, who go down
      I don’t fear death

      • brotha_man

        thats my ish right there, just got listened to soulja’s story. Fire!!

      • gotta be my favorite pac joint

  • Hector G

    charlamagne right fukk yeezus

  • Sean Taylor

    Time to forget about Pac and live in what’s going on in the hear and now.

    CDC confirmed amoeba was found in the drinking water of St. Bernard Parish.

    • ccwaterbound32

      yeah i heard about that shit on nola website that’s some crazy shit dog… what parish you from woe? im out lafayette…on the west side of the river

    • Vinsanity

      Its not just about Pac it represents the time in hip hop, but if your some lil teenager then you just dont get it.

      • Aiyyo, are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever
        Tell me, which one?

        They wanna bury me, I’m worried, I’m losin’ my mind
        Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision’s blurry
        Fallin’ to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord
        But he ignores me unfortunately ’cause I’m guilty

        Show me a miracle, I’m hopeless, I’m chokin’ off
        Marijuana smoke, with every toke it’s like I’m losin’ focus
        Fallin’ to sleep while I’m at service, when will I die?
        Forever paranoid and nervous because I’m high

        Don’t mention funerals I’m stressin’, and goin’ nutty
        And reminiscin’ ’bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy
        I wonder when will I be happy, ain’t nothin’ funny
        Flashbacks of bustin’ caps, anything for money

        Where am I goin’ I discovered, can’t nothin’ save me
        My next door neighbor’s havin’ convo with undercovers
        Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
        Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn’t-a did it

        Everybody’s dyin’ am I next, who can I trust?
        Will they be G’s and they look at me before they bust?
        Or will they kill me while I’m sleepin’, two to the head
        While I’m in bed, leakin’ blood on my satin’ sheets

        Is there a heaven for a baller? I’m gettin’ suspicious
        Of this btch the line busy everytime I call her
        Now she’s tellin’ me to visit, who else is home?
        I check the house before I bone, so we all alone

        After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later
        To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her
        The btch is tellin’ all her homies, that I can fck her
        Like no other now them other btches wanna bone me

        I’m under pressure gettin’ drunk, somebody help me
        I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don’t think it’s healthy
        I see my enemies they creepin’, don’t make me blast
        I watch the five-oh’s roll, the mfckrs pass

        By me like they know me, smilin’ as they laugh
        I put up my middle finger then I dash
        Nggz don’t like me ’cause I’m Thuggin’, and everyday
        I’m a hustler lookin’ to get paid

        They wanna bury me, I’m worried, no need to lie
        I pray to God I don’t scream when it’s time to fry
        Nowhere to rest I’m losin’ homies, ain’t that a btch
        When I was rich I had clout, now a ngga’s lonely

        I put the pistol to my head and say a prayer
        I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?
        Then tell me am I lost ’cause I’m lonely
        I thought I had friends but in the end a ngga dies lonely

        Nowhere to run I’m in terror and no one cares
        A closed casket at my funeral and no one’s there
        Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways
        But still that don’t promise me the next day

        So I stay Thuggin’ with a passion, forever blastin’
        I’m bustin’ on these mfckrs in my madness
        They wonder if I’m hellbound, well Hell
        Can’t be worse than this, ’cause I’m in Hell now

        Don’t make me hurt you I don’t want to, but I will
        See mfckrs killed over phone bills
        Never will I die, I’ll be back
        Reincarnated as a mfckin’ mack
        I love it ’cause in Heaven there’s no shortage on G’s
        I’m tellin’ you now, you mfckrs don’t know me

        Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
        Only fear of death is comin’ back reincarnated
        Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
        Only fear of death is comin’ back reincarnated

        Only fear of death, you ghetto nggaz
        You ghetto nggaz
        You ghetto nggaz
        You ghetto nggaz

        You ghetto nggaz
        You ghetto nggaz
        You ghetto nggaz
        You ghetto nggaz

        Are you scared, to die?
        Or will you scream, when you fry?
        I don’t fear death
        My only fear of death is comin’ back, reincarnated
        This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P.
        And Big Kill, R.I.P.
        And all you other O.G.’s, who go down
        I don’t fear death

      • Terrance Goodman

        Black starry night my fav slept on joint

    • El moreno de Queens #Dominican

      NOW GUCCI IS THE MAN

    • ThaREALDook

      Wht does tht mean?

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  • Matt Swan

    Have to give him some credit, on the Mr Cee thing, that was an open book he could’ve took and ran, but didn’t although IMO he did put a sneak in there talking about “Are you gay if you get head from men repeatedly? Because he doesn’t identify as gay” knowing good and fool well someone would see that. I agree with what he said about new slaves with Ye, but how would he have felt if Prince was in the room when he had “slave” shaved into his beard? I’m thinking that both of them Prince and Ye had some of the same feelings just went about showing it in different ways. Lastly dude is right when he said if you don’t like what you’re doing then quit. Ye can walk away and say forget this. He has enough money to last a couple lifetimes, but his ego won’t let him do that. He likes being in front of the camera, he likes the attention he get’s for what he says, and in the end, he knows his target audience will buy toilet paper if he said its what makes his a$$ cleaner. Not too sure about the Gucci thing tho. But I think he was joking anyways.

  • brotha_man

    i give props to gucci not only would he had gone to jail, but he would have been sued as well.

    I agree hate new slaves and the message.

    as far as mr. cee, i dont care if he is gay or str8, its his life not mine.

  • Ronlg1

    Scared of Gucci because he murdered someone. Is he scared of Brandy also? She murdered someone. Gucci is an “accident murderer”. He didn’t kill in cold blood and probably never will, he killed in self defense. He feared for his life and adrenaline took over, he grabbed his gun and started shooting. Half the people in the USA would have done the same thing. I know of WOMEN that have done the same thing defending themselves against their husbands. People like Charlemange have put Gucci on a pedestal and THAT is the reason why he acts the way he does. I’m not sold, he can get his ass kicked just like Suge Knight. Also, his boy Waka BEEN pullin this cat’s card and he ain’t said or done ANYTHING that suggest that he is “that dude” in response. C’mon, Son!!

    • om3n78

      all that could be tru but waka no where dude is and could have been layed them paws on gucci but the only time u hear waka talk shyt is when he over seas and shyt

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