Shouts to my music editors over at PARDON ME DUKE Dot Com. They’ve been trying to get me to listen to the KANYE WEST mixtape for months, but I didn’t budge until COMBAT JACK said it bumped ‘Red Gone Wild’ from the prime slot in the whip rotation. And if C.J. told me that Jay-Z grew a pair of wings and flew to Hollywood, I would drop that story without question. So now I’m wearing the late pass around my neck like a Jesus piece. Shouts to PLAIN PAT.
Turns out that the mixtape game isn’t dead, it just came back to New York City to get it’s mind right. KANGHEY continues to improve his rhyme flow like he really means that shit. He’s still out of control as the Louis Vuitton don, but he’s spitting like a young O’SHEA JACKSON. It looks like hanging around COM SENSE has definitely helped dude find that next level. One of the best parts of the mixtape are the interludes where KANYEEZY talks incessant hilarious shit. True story is that after listening to this mixtape I shined up my DRIES VAN NOTEN wingtips with the kilty over the laces. I might even pull out my leather Gucci sandals. It’s like 1996 all over again and I am going to Cancun, Mexico for Memorial Day.
Go out to the Africans on Fulton Street or on 125th and copp the ‘Cant Tell Me Nothin’ mixtape. It’s G.O.O.D. like that.
**NOT RADIO READY – If you’re playing these joints at the office put the headphones on**
‘Southside’
‘Young Folks’
‘Interviews’
‘Us Placers’
‘Throw Some D’s Intro’
‘Throw Some D’s Remix’
‘Cant Tell Me Nothin’
