The Kimbo Price mixtape will roll out on the streets after DuckDown Records releases the ‘Survival Skills’ LP featuring Buckshot and KRS-1. I’m hype for y’all to hear this joint. For those of y’all that fux with hard beats and even harder rhymes Kimbo Price is gonna be the antidote to the skinny jeans emo rap that plays all day every day on your radios.
The Kimbo Price mixtape is the precursor to the next Sean Price album ‘Mic Tyson’. Give Sean Price credit for introducing his music with the dopest concepts. From Donkey Sean Jr. to the Monkey Barz abum, from Jesus Price Superstar to the Master P album. All of these projects are consistently great music. Sean Price is the best rapper on the internets.
The Kimbo Price mixtape boasts features from Boot Camp Clik stalwarts like Rock from Heltah Skeltah and Ruste Juxx as well as Duck Down members Torae and Skyzoo. There are also appearances from Poison Pen, Royce da’ 5-9 and production from P.F. Cuttin’. This mixtape is going to have some of the hardest rhymes you hear this year. Make sure you wear the proper headgear or you might get knocked the fux out.
Son is the realest cat you know. If he fux with you then you know that off top. If he don’t fux with you then you know that from the gate as well. There ain’t no pussyfoot sidetalk whisperface bullshit with this dude. Just realness.
In a business where you are supposed to appear wealthy even when you aren’t Sean Price told his listener that he was the brokest rapper you know. Sean P isn’t about fake imagery put in place for photo ops. Son is just real.
The word real is the most misused and abused word in the history of rap. Anything that claims reality is phoney and scripted. Sean Price is the opposite of all these rappers who wear a facade of wealth yest still ride the subway.
Look out for some really good Sean Price material to be floated on this page. From his new mixtape, Kimbo Price, which is some of the best rap I have heard all year because it reminds me totally of DOOM. To new video content, Boot Camp will be getting LOTS of attention from me. I may even have to feature some tracks from ‘Survival Skills’.
The Kimbo Price mixtape is a right cross to the jaw of any rapper wearing their underwear outside of their pants. Listen B, that shit is stupid, The Kimbo Price mixtape is a roundhouse kick in the gut of anyone who thought it was safe to come outside and play. The Kimbo Price mixtape is biting off your ear because you thought you heard all of these rhymes before.
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Who among us doesn’t know that these are bees? Forget the fact that I have assembled them for the photo, are you telling me that the American education system is no longer providing student the tools to recognize one of the hardworking animals within this planet’s ecosystem? Unless that is LatinoHeat was educated abroad and then I can understand shit. People with foreign education generally consider the Americas to be one continent and they totally disregard Antartica.
And speaking of education I imagine that all the Jigga fans watched their boy on the Bill Maher show last weekend? Jay-Z came off as bright and a bit effusive while noticing that Bill Maher obviously didn’t know a damn thing about him or his work. I like that Bill Maher had an intern transcribe all of Jay-Z’s lyrics and place them in a leather bound book. Jay-Z looked totally surprised that he had created that many lyrics. I think Jay-Z judges the volume of his efforts by the things he acquires with them. There simply a collection of songs that has allowed him to buy a Maybach or ten.
I remember when I was the only dude on the web that criticized Jay-Z for not writing down his lyrics. Tons f Jay fans rushed to defend his creative process as one where the editing benefits of the paper and pen were negligible against the outcome of songs that made them dance and go to the mall to buy shirts that were “button ups”. It was the end result that made all the difference and not the journey it took to get there that mattered. Who was I, a broke ass writer, to condemn someone who was wealthy beyond all imagination for not writing. If anything, being a rich non-writer does seem to be better than being a fiscally challenged writer. Sheeeeeeid, I can even agree with that logic.
My argument wasn’t really about Jay-Z not being a writer as much as it was about the process that one takes to achieve their maximun potential. There is no way that Shawn Carter could have ever become Jay-Z without accumulating volumes of rhymebooks. For him to deny that is the heresy. And now we have a generation of artists that have come after him that don’t recognize the benefits of being able to visually and physically edit themselves so that their content can match their mind’s eye. I’m sure Lil’ Wayne would be a decent rapper if he used a pad and pen. For crissakes, the dude was signed to Ca$h Money when he was 9yrs old.
When I was 9yrs old I was hell’a into comicbooks. I was always hoping to find a character that I felt like I could embody. Black characters in comics used to suck back in the days. Everyone had to be called ‘Black’ something, even if there wasn’t a white counterpart. I always wondered what would have happened if Misty Knight decided to become an international spy like Natasha Romanova. Would they have called her Black Black Widow? I ask the questions that no one else asks mainly because no one else really gives a fux. Shout to iFux. But I digress…
Jay-Z is officially Jordan in the Wizard’s jersey. The Hall of Fame nomination was secured a long time ago. During the Dynasty period in my opinion. It has been past the time for the torch to be properly passed to the next one. At least Jordan in the Wizards era knew this and was busy seeking to draft and cultivate young talent to help his team win. He wasn’t hogging the ball or taking too many ill-advised shots. Jordan was definitely a mortal without his homey Scottie Pippen to take some of the pressure from him. Blueprint 3 won’t be the last Jay-Z album but I hope its the last one that he decides to record without the assistance of the pad and the pen, or even the Blaxberry.
Getting this invite sent to me was like getting my birthday present exactly one month before my new year.
I’m an unabashed Wu stan and we all know that.
It’s prA’li my dream to be buried with my purple tape.
So it’s no big deal that I super stan out extra hardbody for Raekwon and Ghostface. These are the dudes that were my age and saw some of the same things that I saw. They described them in a way that my mind’s eye could immediately register. The Wu-Tang Clan was my escapist cinema soundtrack.
Enter The 36 Chambers – This was me and my dudes staying out late going to see karate movies on the Deuce in rundown pissy sensimile smokefilled theatres. Shaolin Avengers, Flying Guillotine and anything from the Shaw brothers. The Deuce was the livest shit I had never seen. people were fighting and pulling out guns and trampling each other. And when I snuck back out to 42nd Street the following weekend to the chagrin of my dad I found out that they were doing the same shit all over again. I was transformed. Hail Meg!
Return of The 36 Chambers – Ol’ Dirty Bastard is the one Wu member that I connected to the most. He was the most spiritual dude ever in rap music. I think he contained a part of every Clan member in his persona. Dirty would get wild. Dirty would get crazy. Dirty was filled with love even for people that didn’t love him or understand him. Dirty had compassion for humanity. Fuck that, Dirty was a Black man. This chamber is my Blaxploitation period. The movie this album describes is Coonskin.
Only Built 4 Cuban Linx – This was the greatest album I had ever heard. From the rhymes to the beats to the song interludes there was never an album in Hip-Hop that did the shit the purple tape did. Albums were only filled with songs. This album was filled with stories. The interludes offered narration to bridge the chamber’s chapters. The new album Only Built 4 Cuban Linx 2 is great, but nothing can duplicate this album in my life. The words and music were pulled right up off the concrete on the streets. Those were my dreams to have remarkable cream. They still are. Word to ThunderCracker. Rest in power.
On the rooftop of his record label’s Manhattan offices, Raekwon the Chef spit some of his Wu classics and some of the new hot shit from the Only Built 4 Cuban Linx 2 project.
As the sun was setting for the evening the sky in the background became purple.
I think that was Ol’ Dirty blessing this project that appears to be re-uniting the Wu.
