Jacquees Challenged Keith Sweat For The King Of R&B Crown
This little Jacquees fellow is still out here insisting he’s the king of R&B, which simply cannot be true since I had to Google him (“did you mean Jackée?” Well Google, I wish I did). I was surprised to learn that Jacquees is only about 3 apples high and looks like the love child of Terence Trent D’arby and Lil Jon (both of whom are more deserving of the title than he). Well, TMZ caught Jacquees on camera having the damn nerve to present his raggedy ass to Keith Sweat, looking for some kind of acknowledgement. Keith Sweat! It was embarrassing.
Here’s Keith being ambushed backstage by Jacquees:
Jacquees seems more concerned with titles and demographics than he is with making baby-making music. The irony here is that Jacquees was born in 1994, right when Keith was at the peak of his powers. Jacquees’ dad probably nutted into his mother while listening to Keith Sweat. He should be kissing the hem of Keith’s turtle neck and thanking him for giving him life, not coming at him with sideways with statistics. What a fool.
Even though Keith looks like he’d like to knock Jacquees’ block off there, the two eventually made nice when they got together on-air at the V-103 Winterfest. According to Ebony, Keith told Jacquees he needed to apologize for getting all up in his business.
“[Jacquees] happened to hear ‘king’ and ran up on me and said, ‘I’m the king of my generation,” Sweat said to singer Tank and radio personality Big Tigger. “The only thing he heard was ‘king,’ so he needs to apologize.”
After squirming around and repeatedly touching his pee-pee area like an unwashed toddler, Jacquees finally apologized. Here’s the exchange (first part only, don’t watch the whole thing unless you’re in the coveted 16-24 demographic that can apparently look at Jacquees with a straight face).
Just to be fair and complete in my reporting of this story I watched a couple of Jacquees’ videos. There’s one called B.E.D. and the first line (after several aye aye aye aye ayes) is “I know you want to love, but I just want to fuck” and I was scandalized. It was the unsexiest thing I have ever heard. I literally cringed. No foreplay, no euphemism, no romance. Plus he’s wearing auntie spectacles and grinning like he got a C+ on his book report on The Catcher In The Rye (that pulls his overall grade up to a D, he will pass the 6th grade!). If this is the future of R&B, let’s just let this child keep his little Burger King crown.