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Coke + Rap = cRap Music…

Wednesday, April 29th, 2009

clipse

Pushers >>> hustlers

I swiped the above pic from the homey Combat Jack’s weblog. It was convenient and therefore I didn’t have to waste any more time going through Google images for another pic of the Clipse.

Rap music is so shitty right now that people will use anything as a promotional push. Say “nappy headed hos” on Twitter after a concert at Rutgers University? Promo. Manager receives federal indictment for narcotics trafficking?!? Promo.

But who is receiving the information about these incidences and thinking more about these artists? Not I. Is it you Pierzy? Shouts to Pierzy just because [ll]. I mean, who here thinks that the Clipse manager’s drugpushing charges will translate into rap fans going into Best Buy and copping their next CD? Especially if that shit has those tinkly Neptune tracks all over the disk.

People don’t buy Clipse albums, they download them. It’s a fucking rite of passage. You can’t call yourself a rap fan if you don’t have some illegally downloaded Clipse music on your hard drive. I don’t blame you either. If the Clipse want to espouse the outlaw lifestyle then they should expect to attract outlaw type fans. Not the type of folks that will cook cocaine, although I’m sure there are some real cocaine cookers that LOVVVVVVVVE the Clipse, but the type of folks that say, “why should I buy their album since these dudes are already rich?”

That is the single-edged sword of being the best trap rappers on records. The Clipse claim to be too deep in the drug game to even need to rap meanwhile they are going on tour while riding the Peter Pan bus. Not their own tour bus, the Port Authority Peter Pan bus. The Fung Hwah joint that has seats for twenty bucks and a bathroom that smells as if a homeless person died inside of it. I mean, think about this shit seriously, if you were caking off cocaine why the hell would you start rapping? To take a pay cut?

You think that rappers make more money than pushers? In the long run I suppose it’s all even. The lawyers end up with the grip and the IRS puts the hammer down as the final insult to injury. If you were getting money moving heavy weight you would be mad as hell at the way the rap game works. The artists pick up the tab for everything. Your royalties get taxed for the promotional expenses and everything gets itemized to your ticket. That bottle of water you drank in the label offices comes out of your budget.

I still don’t believe that the Clipse manager was the dude going in so hard with the work. Although I wouldn’t be surprised if their touring and clothing ventures were underwritten by someone with illegal paper. Let’s face it, anyone with legit money that knows what the fuck is the deal isn’t going to be investing their shit in the zero sum gain that the Clipse present. Breaking even is worse than breaking bad in today’s economy.

All of that to say that I wish no malice towards the Clipse other than, well, you know, Malice. I hope the Clipse new album is a banger from top to bottom. Plus, I just copped a new 1TB hard drive so I will plenty of room for the DL.

The Mos Mighty On The Mic…

Sunday, April 26th, 2009

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Entertainers be warned, Mos Def will eat your food when he does a cover of your tracks.

In this case he improvises and extrapolates from the KanYe West ‘808s & Heartbreak’ track ‘Say You Will’.

Audio courtesy –> FLuxuryB

RAP GAYDAR…

Friday, April 24th, 2009

rupaul

I apologize for just now learning about the Asher Roth Twitter gaffe from Rutgers University. OMG! Asher Roth is white and privileged?!? Who knew? Who the fuck cares is more like the question? But I’m sure that some of you care. I’m more annoyed that some of you still care that Rick Ro$$ lied on his raplication. None of this rap shit is real. Do you get mad at George Lucas for telling you a story about spaceships? Or do you believe that too?

There is not enough bullets in the world to fill all the make believe guns that rap dudes be shooting. Especially since those bullets are being used to kill Iraqi civilians like it ain’t no thing. The news report said that only 100,000 Iraqis had been killed since the invasion in 2003. That’s a pretty low number if you ask me. The Khmer Rouge killed way more people in way less time and they didn’t even have the depleted uranium and white phosphorus weaponry that we have. Just goes to show you that Asians are way more efficient than Americans.

One of the more popular memes of late in rap music is the ghey rapper storyline. This is expressed in the homo-eroticsim of the imagery and sometimes even the lyrics of rap songs. Some might equate the tight jeans movement with a ghey influence, but I would argue that the semi-naked perform [ll] who is oiled up for pictures is more ghey than someone with snug fitting clothing. Shit, maybe its ALL ghey? And why wouldn’t it be? Think about the people who sign the checks for all of this shit to happen? These are the same dudes that would have their Maybach driver cruise around midtown-Manhattan to pick up a young hustler.

I come from the era when a hustler was a male prostitute. If you were dealing drugs you were a pusher, but if you were selling sexual favors you were a hustler. This is why it always surprised me that rappers my age would call themselves hustlers. I’m like, “For real son, is it really real son?” At night I used to drive up Third Avenue in the forties and fifties and see the young hustlers standing on the corner waiting to get their ride. Them dudes would be clean as fuck too. No facial hair, short ceasar haircuts, sometimes they would have their baby hair waxed. I always wondered what made a dude want to act in this fashion and pull more stunts than that man Action Jackson.

When Chingy’s ex-lover went public this week it was just another incident in a long line of love affairs that rappers have had with chicks with sticks. I wonder what makes transvestites so appealing? I guess its that whole best of both worlds movement that people were making records about. I do admit that RuPaul was sexy to me until I learned he was a man. I guess when you are at the highest echelons of the entertainment industry and everything is faked to death then maybe the realest shit is some dude gripping up on your manhood until you have full release. I’m not mad either that I won’t ever know what that feels like, but I can understand why some folks need that reality.

If there was a fantasy that you could recreate from the rap music imagery that is pervasive through the culture it might be an orgy in one of those painted white seaside villas with the outdoor hot tub for twenty. The bad news for you is that of those six or seven chicks that you and your boys are gonna bang, two of those chicks have dicks. The other bad news is that the remaining girls are lipstick lesbians whose sole intention is to get two fingers inside of your asscrack. The worst news was that you and your homey touched dicks while DP’ing one of those broads and now your homey from forever want to put his tongue in YOUR mouth. This is the reality of your fantasy.

So when some rapper talks about their college experiences you shouldn’t be so dismissive of their credibility.

At least they aren’t out here “hustling”.

From The SlaughterHouse To The Frat House…

Tuesday, April 21st, 2009

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Rap music needs a FRat Pack…

Supergroups in rap music are like watching comets pass over eclipses. They are rare, but oh so spectacular. This is why posse rap tracks drive us crazy. To listen to a song with three or more artists each reaching for the gold over a dope beat is what I live for as a rap fan. This is why the SlaughterHouse movement has been killing shit.

Joell Ortiz, Crooked I, Joe Budden and Royce da 5-9 have been through some shit in this music industry. The ups and downs is what Joell might call it. This is another reason why I love SlaughterHouse so much. There is a pain and a pressure to the rhyming like they know a clock is ticking over all of them and they want to make sure their voices are heard before their time to broadcast them is diminished.

Imagine if SlaughterHouse could have formed up four or five years ago? Would we be so accepting of them now? Would we let them spin their stories of their frustration within the music industry to put their truths out to the public? Maybe not. SlaughterHouse’s unique appeal is borne of their individual failures and history. They are all good artists who may not “look” like the artist that a label wants to push out front. Instead of waiting on the shelf these dudes took their destinies into the own hands.

Now what if there was a supergroup formed from some of the younger artists that are being pushed forward? Try to imagine this supergroup being cultivated and performing together collectively as the years go by. This could be the biggest shit rap music ever saw. This could be the best shit rap music ever saw. A supergroup of artists with different backgrounds but the one thing in common is that they are all themselves as performers. What I mean is that there are no super-hero-thug-drugpusher postures that have to be expressed by these artists. Just the art. And the struggle to freely express JUST THE ART.

If I had the ears of the tallest Israelis I would tell them to make the Frat Rap Pack that new supergroup. The potential contained in this collective is something that can’t really even be measured right now. These guys could be bigger than Christmas.

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Asher Roth, Drake, Kid Cudi and Bobby Ray (B.o.B.) are the formula. They pool together regional diversity just like SlaughterHouse does. They all have different adn individual rhyming styles as well. I think this collective could be so futuristic in taking rap music to places that haven’t been considered yet. The only problem I see in forming this college rap collective are the logistics that these guys are facing in rehearsing routines together.

Rappers don’t have to be in the studio together any longer with the way our technology to produce music has evolved, but they still need to get together in the same room to rehearse how they would perform a song that way when the shows actually come they won’t be on stage stepping on one another’s toes. In sports they call that shit chemistry. Once the Frat Pack gets their chemistry in order these dudes will be unstoppable.

Asher Roth already gets all the ladies to come through in high heels. Can you think what it would be like to have all of these dreamboat heartthrobs [ll] on the same stage. College co-ed panties will be flying through the air like frisbees. Even fat dudes like myself will be getting action. This is why I love college.

420FTW

Tuesday, April 21st, 2009

twit

Back home at 6am

I should knuckle down and drop my recap of the Asher Roth release party.

I need to take a nap though.

Sleep is the cousin of death, but naps are the cousin once removed that you can stick your tongue in they mouth.

We’ll talk soon…

100.

-dP