Compton’s own The Game graces this week’s cover of LA Weekly. [PHOTO BY BRANDON SHOWERS]

Never fight fair with a stranger. You’ll never get out of the jungle that way …

—Arthur Miller, Death of a Salesman

In 30 minutes, the rapper Game will instruct his 583,000 Twitter followers to dial (310) 605-6500 if they would like to be his intern. In two hours, the Los Angeles County Sheriff will open a criminal investigation against the Compton artist, who claimed to have “accidentally” directed his fan base to flash-flood the phone lines of the organization’s Compton office — temporarily crushing its ability to respond to reported crimes. Later, he will blame both hackers and his cousin Wack Star for hijacking his account. But right now, speaking from a bedroom in the Koreatown apartment he has commandeered as a makeshift media center, Game claims he’s not promoting his album.

This doesn’t match the timeline of his last eight hours, balancing photo shoots and interviews with everyone from L.A. Weekly to esoteric art quarterlies to Fuel TV. And when he’s not taunting Compton law enforcement about its inability to catch murderers, his Twitter page is alight with references to his The R.E.D. Album, released this week.

“I don’t promote shit — the label does. That’s how you got here. All I do is rap,” says the 31-year-old, who was born Jayceon Taylor. He talks while texting in a Transformers shirt next to a sixth-floor window, looking up to smirk with the self-assured dismissiveness of a former class clown and varsity letterman.

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Source: laweekly.com