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Forever: In Black And White…

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

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Madd respect to The Rockabye Review

The above embedded track is titled ‘Forever’ and it is becoming the 2009 ‘Swagga Like Us’.

‘Forever’ features Drake, KanYe West, Lil’ Wayne and Eminem.

From a rapping standpoint Eminem came in the hardest. KanYe West also delivered a supreme verse, but Eminem was the king on this track. After KanYe West we have Drake and then Wayne’s verses to round out the fantastic four. Actually, Drake and Wayne’s verses weren’t all that spectacular. Drake’s lines are serviceable, Wayne is totally overshadowed by KanYe and Eminem. Wayne doesn’t even belong on this record.

The Lil’ Wang fans will immediately accuse me of hating on their favorite rapper, but the truth is that I listened to this song more than fifty times while I set up all the drops for my site today. To prove my point that Wayne’s verses are subpar I will go to the numbers that don’t ever lie. I believe the polysyllabic word count not only illustrates which artist’s have better lines but better technique and mic skills.

EMINEM
Word Count: 222
Polysyllabic: 12

There they go, packin’ stadiums as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, macademia, and they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like bozos, he’s wonderin’ if he should spit this slow
Fuck no, don’t provoke, his cup just runneth over, oh, no
He ain’t had it with bars like this since the last time that he overdosed
They been waitin’ patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know rap’ll never be the same as before
Bashin’ in the brains of these hos, and establishin’ a name as he goes
The passion and the flame is ignited, you can’t put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck that I’m talkin’ about when we riot
You dealin’ with a few true villians who stand inside of the booth true spillin’
And spit true feelings until them tooth fillings come flyin’ up out of our mouths, then rewind it
Payback, motherfucker, for the way you got at me, how’s it taste?
I’ma slap the taste out of your mouths with the bass so loud that it shakes the place
I’m Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you’re thinkin’ of saving face
You ain’t gonna have no face to save by the time I’m through with this, play some Drake

KanYE WEST
Word Count: 185
Polysyllabic: 8

I used to have hood dreams: Big fame, big chains
I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came
And went hard all fall like the ball teams
Just so I could make it rain all spring
Y’all seen my story, my glory
I had raped the game young, you could call it statutory
When a nigga blow up, they gon’ build statues for me
Old money, Benjamin Button, what, nothin’
Nah, superbad chicks givin’ me McLovin’
You would think I ran the world like Michelle’s husband
You would think these niggas know me when they really doesn’t
Like they was down with the old me, no, you fuckin’ wasn’t
“Uh, you such a fuckin’ loser
You ain’t even go to class, Bueller”
Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back
‘Member she had that bad hip like a fanny pack?
Chasing the stardom’ll turn you to a maniac
All the way in Hollywood and I can’t even act
They pull they cameras out, and God damn, they snap
I used to want this thing forever, you can have it back

DRAKE
Word Count: 144
Polysyllabic: 3

Last name Ever, first name Greatest
Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain’t nothin’ to play with
Started off local, but thanks to all the haters
I know G4 pilots on a first-name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
Swimming in the money, come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped a mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who’da thought a country-wide tour be the outcome
Labels want my name beside an X like Malcolm
Everybody got a deal, I did it without one
Yeah, nigga, I’m about my business
Killin’ all these rappers, you would swear I had a hitlist
Everyone who doubted me is askin’ for forgiveness
If you ain’t been a part of it, at least you got to witness
Bitches

LIL’ WAYNE
Word Count: 160
Polysyllabic: 3

Okay, hello, it’s the Martian, Space Jam Jordans
I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden
Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target
If I had one guess, then I guess I’m just New Orleans
And I will never stop, like I’m runnin’ from the cops
Hopped up in my car and told my chauffer “To the top”
Life is such a fuckin’ roller coaster, then it drops
But what should I scream for? This is my theme park
My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark
Pistol on my side, you don’t want to hear that thing talk
Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention
Lil Wayne, that’s what they got to say or mention
I’m like Nevada in the middle of the summer
I’m resting in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover
Shhh, my foot’s sleepin’ on the gas
No brake pads, no such thing as last

You can even see through the text formatting that Eminem is going in with his bars. He spits a polysyllabic word per every 18.5 words in his verse, while Drake has a polysyllabic word for every 47 words he issues and Wang comes through with an abysmal tally of 53.3 words for every one that he utters with more than three syllables. KanYe West was right on Eminem’s heels with a count of 23.125 within his bars and that figure slightly more than doubles Drake’s output.

There are two things that I would like to clarify here. Rap music is firstly and foremost about the skill and dexterity the orator has with language. Some of us might use the term wordplay but it extends far deeper[ll] than simply playing with words. Does the orator have a mastery of words? Or is the speaker restricted by his or her own limited vocabulary? Complex compound words are the zenith of the English language. If you think grunts and chirps are so evocative why aren’t you in an aviary(see what I just did) listening to birds tweet since you are obviously a birdbrain?

Finally, if you take away anything from this drop it should be the knowledge that some rappers make simple rhymes for simple minds.

‘Nuff said.

Internets Heavy In These Streets…

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

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^ That’s ny nig Meyhem Lauren


Meyhem Lauren featuring Roc Marciano – ‘Animal Science’

I’m jumping out the window hardbody this week (no Ron Browz and DEFINITELY no Erick Sermon). If you got some shit going down and you got free alcohol for the kid make sure you holla at me. I’m not talking that bullshit Pabst Blue Ribbon either my niggas. I want that top shelf if you want me at your event. I could sit in my own damn house and drink malt liquor or bumwines by my damn self.

Last night was the Kid Cudi listening session. I like his album but it is so not anything that most heads are ready to hear. I feel like the music is a continuation of the 808’s sound without the autotune pitch correction on the vocals. It’s just as experimental though. There’s definitely some joints on there that you would feel familiar with (comfortable), but I don’t think Cudi wants niggas to feel comfortable. He has an artistic vision that wants to present and he does it. I’ll give you a drop on Cudi’s album in a day or so. Right now I’m focusing on the Raekwon listening event later on today.

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Wu-Tang changes rap music for the better in the early mid nineties. Everything they represented from unity to beats to the most vicious rhymes ever put into a mic device is what the Wu is all about. Raekwon’s Only Built 4 Cuban Linx 2 is getting the best reviews from all the people whose opinions I trust. I’m ready to become a stan again. Would I be retarded if I pulled out the Snow Beach pullover in 90 degree weather. The answer to that is hells yeah.

After Raekwon’s performance I have to bounce into Brooklyn and parlay with the kid Meyhem Lauren. He’s got a nice little party in Williamsburg with a few underground acts coming through to hang out and spit a song or two. What are y’all getting into? Come out to the Rockstar Bar in Williamsburg. Just say my name at the door to get the friends and family discount. And if you see a nigga in the streets shout me on the TWitter – @FYMTG (Fux Yo’ Meeting!)

meyhem

Don’t Do What I Say…

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

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Do what I do.

I usually have to take on the likes of XXL commenters who don’t know shit from Shin-ola on these drops I post when they tell me that my age has something to do with the tastes I have in rap music. Only an idiot would think that someone in their late thirties or even their forties wouldn’t be good at rapping. This shit is not skateboarding or playing freeze-tag. Those are things that children are good at. Putting together lyrics that relate to the universal struggle of looking good (feeling good) in order to secure the sexiest piece of poon is best left to the people that have experience in getting ass.

I like young rappers though. Kid Cudi is one of my faves, but he comes from Ohio which is a state that has a long history of churning out people who can make good music (yes G.O.O.D. music). I also fux with Asher Roth who could have pwned the frat boy summer anthems if not for Drake and his deal with Mephistoles (no Sylvia Rhone). Still and all, the best music that I have heard in 2009 has come from old head rappers. By old head I mean people that were 30 yrs old or better. DOOM, Mos Def, Eminem, Raekwon, Ghostface and SlaughterHouse.

The fact that only Eminem has been able to sell records means ZERO to me about the quality of the music that those people I just mentioned have produced. In my mind the main reasons why rap record sales are primarily in the shitter these days is because our economy sucks balls. If I can stream some music from zShare, DivShare, iMeem, SoundCloud, Pandora or motherfucking MySpace why in the hell would I buy it?!? The answer is that I wouldn’t. I can use that $15 bucks to put towards my recreational drug budget. Loud Pack anyone?

The crazy truth is that only dinosaurs and retards are still buying CD’s. Hence the fact that country music still moves off the shelves, but even that is showing some signs of slowing down. So if you are one of the dinosaurs that thinks the sale of a compact disk determines the quality of the music contained therein you might should prA’li set yourself on fire with a fuckin’ meteor. One of the best albums of 2009, fuck it, the 2000’s decade is about to drop in two weeks and it may only move 100K in its first week. Or it may not even reach that number since I haven’t heard any of the leaked singles on the radio as yet.

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx 2 is over ten years in the making. From the time its predecessor was released as the master plan for cinematic rap the music industry has gone through a massive upheaval. There have been all kinds of gangster mafia biography copycats that have diluted the sharpness of OB4CL and there is no shortage of rappers looking to craft their own rags to riches sagas on their own CD’s (Ro$$ anyone?). But you should remember who taught you to call the diamond ‘ice’. You should remember all the language that you have been gifted from these rappers who now have some grey hairs in their beard.

Think about all of that when September 8th comes around and you have to make that decision on how to spend your recreational drug money. I’m copping that purple like I always do.

raekwon

The Cipher Is Complete…

Friday, August 14th, 2009

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The Boot Camp Clik performed their ‘A Tribute To Classics’ show on Wednesday night in Brower Park. In the heart of Crown Heights they did classics from ‘Enta Da Stage’ and ‘Dah Shinin’. This is the the very neighborhood that birthed these artists. I can’t imagine any other place that this show would be more like a homecoming. We’d have to be on the Franklin Avenue shuttle maybe. I don’t know how we’d get the whole band on the train though.

The Boot Camp Clik is what backpacker rap is all about for me. My Jansport knapsack with the sueded bottom held my Sony walkman cassette player, my Garcia y Vegas, and a boxcutter for whatever whatever. The Boot Camp Clik defines that era succinctly. Even to this day they remain independent artists that haven’t sold their souls, or their publishing, out to the lowest bidders. The Boot Camp Clik has taken the high road in Hip-Hop(literally and figuratively) and this is why they are so important as artistic role models.

Salute these brothers when you see them on the streets.

SlaughterHouse Album Release Party…

Thursday, August 13th, 2009

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You know when your shit takes off for outerspace?

When Hot97 gets behind your project.

And the girls take off they panties.

In the city where Hip-Hop is given the parentage credit on its birth certificate there is ONE station that is synonymous with the music of the artistic movement. NYC’s Hot97 is that place. It’s like getting a chance to work Carnegie Hall. You aren’t just legitimate now. You are uber-legit. The scene outside of NYC nightspot Canal Room was palpable to the event they hosting. The hottest four man group in the game right now was going to have their album release party. It was like a victory lap for these four dudes that rap.

We debated this shit from the moment the first single leaked onto the web way back 10 years ago (I know but internets time is crazy like that). It seems like we had mad ups and downs along the path to this point. The saga continues along with the journey. I don’t see the journey ending either. These four dudes who have no business being on a song together fought upstream enough to make an album. That kind of momentum and strength doesn’t dissipate quickly. I’m already waiting for the next SlaughterHouse song.

That is, after they have taken their victory laps in Jersey City, Detroit and L.A.

Slaughterhouse, for the mother effing win.