If we are gonna play some rappy music on the site today we have to drop this joint with the rap magician Kool Keith and Roc Marci?!? You should be like, “Hells chea!”
This track is off a tape titled ‘NY LUV’
Kool Keith featuring Roc Marciano – ‘Pressure Up’
This is officially ‘Crabmeats’ Friday in my book. I got bills to pay, but gosh darnit if my lady wants to go to AquaGrill then I am taking her there.
You should celebrate too because Jay-Z learned how to rap fresh again, or better yet, he returned to what he does best.. Selling cocaine rhymes. Lahium bitches
Matt Raz put this in my earhole today [ll] but he only had a snippet at first which featuring that stupid line about having “Asian like the bitches tied up in Dante Ross basement”. LOL. Dante Ross do keep a bad Asian broad too.
Peace to Khal from Rock the Dub for always having the good links for the internets.
I’m a little sad sometimes thinking about my dad passing away and how much NaS music I could have played him to prove that rap ain’t all trash. Knowing my dad tho’ he’d prA’Li still dismiss the music since it would still broach topics which he didn’t feel were progressive to Black people’s success.
My dad did NOT fux with drugs or the tacit approval that rappers give to the lifestyle of sale and consumption. That wasn’t my dad’s generation tho’. It is mine just like the Hip-Hop music which I chased thru marathon midnite cassette recording sessions and how I chased the Design markers to fill up my blackbooks and how I chased the Bally tennis shoes all thru Brooklyn until I found them on Fulton Mall is a half size too small. Like how I chased the Polo Ralph Lauren on the store racks or on other people’s backs.
Hip-Hop was always my barometer for what the good life should be. Sometimes that meant getting fresh and going to a party. Other times it meant gaining knowledge of self and going to college to gain knowledge of the world. Hip-Hop was info, style, communication, art, food, sex, everything. NaS new album reminds me that Hip-Hop can still be all of those things. And even tho’ my dad is gone beyond, and my mom isn’t always at my reach, and my debt sometimes causes me to get legal letters from the landlord, life is good.
Thank you NaS for the reminder. Life. Is. Good…
