Now, I don't take rape references lightly however during the the aftermath of the Kobe Bryant rape case, you could see how that line really stood out from the this West Coast spitter.
Since his darts on the Madvillainy album, and other random tracks here and there, I have been impressed with the dude. His voice and delivery are two things that standout to me.
That being said I went to the record store and bought, yes, bought at the record store, his most recent album.
I have heard a one or two songs that I liked, but this purchase was not really about that. Just kind of felt like I owed him (as well as Madlib) a few dollars. He puts in an honest effort, and I have enjoyed some of his work over the years so I figured I'd throw him a couple of dollars. Even if it is just symbolic. Been trying to make more of an effort to do that kind of stuff ever since Ghost guilted the hell out of me a few years ago with his diatribe against downloading.
"Today is the shadow of tomorrow
Today is the present future of yesterday
Yesterday is the shadow of today
The darkness of the past is yesterday" - Quasimoto
Not much to post lyric-wise in regards to the new year. Instead of posting Skills' annual New Year "Rap-up" I figured I'd try to freak it a little differently.
I am not big on resolutions in terms of specific goals, but I do have a few guiding principles I would like to live under. In general I want to be more nimble, in thought and in physical frame.
Life has been seeming to go by so fast lately and I want to be swifter to get with it, in all ways. This made me think of three hip-hop related things.
I thought of somehting Big Pun said as an ad-lib during the chorus on "It's So Hard" from Yeeeeah Baby.
"I just lost 100 pounds. I'm tryin to live, I ain't going nowhere."
Granted I am not dealing with morbid obesity as did Pun however, it does not take long, and life moves fast.
While I don't believe in hard and fast goals, I am however at the point where I am sick of having this conversation with myself and am in a no excuses mode. The alternative is not an option.
Which made me think of "Plan B" by Tanya Morgan.
Later, my mind went on to the reality of the Universe. Eb and flow, negative and positive balance. But mostly living for the now, in this moment. Which then brought me to two songs, "Shadows of Tomorrow" by Madvillain featuring Quasimoto and Madlib and Regrets by Jay-Z.
Music has always guided the way for me. This year will be no different
Most raps are written in first person. Many rappers are most comfortable with writing stories using the "I" point of view. However I wish that more would spit in third person. As a narrator/author it gives more freedom and flexibility to tell a story because you are not bound to using yourself as part of the action.
Additionally, I have always felt that first person raps force some rappers to pretend that their rhymes are actual true personal narratives. Giving some separation between the art, and the artist depersonalizes it and allows you to go in more directions.
Anyway read while listening.
Villain'll hold the mic like he's mean and his tummy hurt
In a clean pair, ripped jeans and a bummy shirt
Wonderin would you clap your hands if he was friendly
Dapper Dan dipped in pretend to be Fendi
and gold sellin
No tellin
slap a fan hand down, tell 'em "no yellin"
DOOM- all capitals, no trick spellin
Got what it take to get it through your thick melon
(Woopwoosh!) Fresh witty city skits
When he get wreck, pretty emcees catch titty fits
Told them call the cops, just don't hold your breath for the ball to drop
Better yet, hold on to your halter top
Kept reppin, steppin in hotta
Ignoring pigs like Bigs Top Shotta
Surviver of a live crew, not out to jive you
It stings when he laugh when he at the bank drive-thru
Wylin', get me every red penny
Sold a lonely only child an imaginary enemy
When he sees the mask and the microphone gizmo
He's the broke host this is like his own quiz show
This go out to all my brothers doin long bids and sisters
Who got brothers bein fathers to the wrong kids
Stay strong and ride like the funky flute
Won't find the Villain in the street inside no monkey suit
Or either at the bar in no gorilly bra
Nor raceway park scoring on no silly car
Ask the stranger he knows who you really are
Behind the mask face stay dark, no boring willy star
Gleaming, dreaming, screaming- he'll be off the heezy soon
Cunning live rats drive at your steaming greasy spoon
In participating places tip your waitress'
A sure fire way to wire, trip the matrices
Skip ya laces, all black tennis miniature
Ball stack, gall tall pack, Guinness minister
Tussle the hustle, cut your dank with dirt
Won't be in the club in a muscle tank shirt
You could find 'em in the pub with the grub stain
Chuggin on a small tub of pain to his bugged brain
Sane, some say he plum crazy
Amazed at how he still get paid but dumb lazy
That's for him to know and for you to guess
Won't be caught in a suit vest at no computer desk
This is supposed to be from an upcoming Madvillain album (one could only hope!). Madlib is does his thing...dare I say, holds the torch for Jay Dee?
DOOM is an animal. He calculatedly mangles and abuses the English language in ways we haven't seen since the days of the great Willie D of the Geto Boys. ...well at least the "mangles" part haha.
Read AND listen....
All day
Be celibate.
Out of his element
Madvillain never forget, like a elephant
Any bet 'cept idle threats all irrelevant
Get your man wallet tell 'em found it, sell'em it
Well writ, as well as well spit for the hell of it
...Before the shell hit
...Etiquette, spell it
Pumpin dumplin's a hundred and sumpin' sumpin'
Forest Gump chumps get clumps of nuttin' for nuttin'
Tourist, show 'em where the shore is where the shark's at
Hold up, spark that, park rat
...Stirred not shaken
Absurd verbs since "word to hot bacon"
Wrote this rhyme on standard sand paper
Worked out the plan and plot for grand caper
...Vil on the cover of Playbill
Grillin' make ya mother say "Ill, hey will ya!?"
Ten feet at least, the beast may still ya"
Yeah I feel ya,
Hey, hey what's better than the healer yet?" Worser than tequila
A money gettin' nigga that's thirster than a squealer
