My son hipped me to this shit. I guess this is what
Dj Knife the kids are listening to these days. Can’t front, I think dude is nice.
My son hipped me to this shit. I guess this is what
“So nerdy, but the flow wordy.”
It’s easy to hate on Childish Gambino, but dude is getting doper. Sure, his new album Because the Internet is part of a larger story based on a 76-page screenplay about Rick Ross’s future unborn son. It’s a dubious move, since concept albums are a slippery slope and best left to the Beatles.
But then he comes by Sway and drops this meta freestyle over Drake’s “Pound Cake.” Andy Kaufman would co-sign this schtick. Who has a conversation mid-rhyme?
This is deeper than rap.
This is interesting.
Did A$AP Mob travel back to 1995 and record this record.
Mef kinda fucking kills this.
WU TANG WEDNESDAY.
So a few weeks ago I downloaded the A$AP Ferg record (which is really good) – and I was immediately drawn to the track where he collab’d with Bone Thugs…
Who doesn’t love a good Bone Thugs joint… and I had this weird vision that Bone Thugs were going to make this huge ironic hipster rap comeback. Teaming with the new rappers and shit.
They dropped their new single and it’s horrible.
This is like when an actor wins the Academy Award for Best Supporting actor and then drops a follow-up movie that completely tanks.
Bone Thugs = Rap Game Cuba Gooding Jr.
For the last few years, two of rap’s most talented oddballs have mostly laid in the cut. DOOM put out JJ DOOM last year, which had a lot of meh moments. In Del’s camp, Deltron announced back in July that their long-delayed sophomore album, Event II, will drop in the fall. Now, the two eccentric emcees have joined forces. Kind of.
This was shaping up to be the next rap nerd rapture.
When JKFGT lays his precious jewish head down to the pillow every night after hours of absorbing content on the internet and working on “BASED” and “#RARE” photoshops “tho” I sometimes (no homo) wonder what goes through his mind.
What are his life goals?
What are his inner thoughts?
Does he self evaluate?
Does he wish that he could be a normal boy?
For a brief moment – as I watched this Young Lean video I realized I was connected to the hive mind that is the internet subculture of “lean”. It’s nonsensical. It’s a joke, yet’s it’s so serious. It’s wavy, it’s draped up and dripped out, it’s woodgrain, it’s purple, it’s designer clothes, it’s gold grillz, it’s early 90s computer graphics, it’s Nintendo 64 cartridges, it’s Shawn Kemp throwbacks, it’s Tumblrs, and Twitters, and photoshops….
but is there something more behind it all..
Is it a cry for help? A longing sense of identity confusion? Perhaps he is just a troubled soul looking for definition – easily shifting square pieces into a round hole – seemlessly blending from frat rap tumblrs to #PVRPLE nights to “Burritos and Boatshoes” and “White Boy Likes Hip Hop” blogs..
Perhaps one day he will awaken with a sense of understanding. The pieces will fit. He will define himself.
Sip that Lean Jeremy. Sip that sweet lean.
Off the upcoming Summer Knights mixtape, dropping on June 12.
Video Roundup: The Bullitts Spend Gatsby Money, eXquire Is Fat Fool and Bronson in the Land of the JeepsWednesday, May 29th, 2013
You like rap videos? We got rap videos.
If me and Dj Knife had to embark on a road trip, we’d need to agree on some chunes.
Instead of switching back and forth playing Tony Touch mixtapes vs. (I won’t even pretend to have the slightest idea), we would agree to meet in the middle, thanks to DJ Mighty Mi.
He just released “Golden Rap vs. Twerk & Trap” a mix that combines broke old bitter black men with your favorite new trippy producer from Tallahassee.
Democracy is a wonderful thing.
Check the mix and
trap track list after the jump.
For our Boston readers, this week marks the annual Together Festival. For most JTTS fans that doesn’t mean shit, but there’s def some acts worth checking.
Some MCs have that voice, an unmistakable presence on any track. Chance the Rapper will never be that dude. His raspy cackle sounds like an over-caffeinated Schoolboy Q, which can be exhausting at times. It’s an acquired taste for sure, similar to eating magic mushrooms. Still, for all these shortcomings, Chance is somehow defiantly nice on the mic. Acid Rap, his second mixtape, makes this abundantly clear.
Chance’s whole shtick is performative. Although he’s only twenty, he cut his teeth coming up in Chicago’s spoken word scene—a very different world than Chief Keef’s. You can feel the influence of countless poetry clubs in Chance’s resistance to a conventional flow or rhyme pattern. All that’s missing are the finger snaps from dingy basement clubs. Much like an open mic night, the success of this technique can be spotty.
As an ode to psychedelics, the Acid Rap tape has an underlying instability at its core. This erratic approach gives Chance the freedom to mess around and try different styles, with varying degrees of success. On “Cocoa Butter Kisses” (featuring Twista), he’s disarmingly poignant: “put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me.” On “My Favorite Song” the cloying chorus plays like a bad trip locked inside a teenaged hellhole. Imagine dosing and strolling to a Forever 21 that you never leave—that is Chance at his worst.
But when he’s on, he brings a giddy shamelessness that’s as refreshing as it is fun. “NaNa” and its accompanying video, co-directed by stand up comedian Hannibal Burress for only $5,000, puts this euphoria on full display. It involves chicken suits, gaudy gold chains and Spiderman. Donald Glover stops by to mooch pizza. The bassline from “Sucka Niggas” doesn’t hurt either.
It unfortunately doesn’t feature Action Bronson, whose verse steals the song. Bronsolino shouts out Rick Patino and has “a team of hos like Pat Summitt.” This dude has a golden touch for features.
On “Pusha Man,” Chance says, “I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks.” It’s one of the most arresting moments of the tape, simultaneously brutal and beautiful. Last summer, murders rose 38% throughout Chicago, largely in the West and South Side, where Chancellor Bennett grew up—a stone’s throw away from Chief Keef’s headquarters in the Chatham neighborhood. Chance is usually the joker, covering over the grimness with comic relief, but sometimes shit is too real to hide from.
Still, escapism is a hell of a drug.