Hip-Hop Lives...

Great.  Just great.

Rahzel, Davey DMX , Biz Markie, Dougie Fresh et al. are all somewhere smiling....

Here are a few of my favorite beatbox based songs...

"You jump around, and act a fool, some people think it's dumb...

...but I think it's cool... - Joeski Love


I am going to start a series of posts called Perspective. Simply to call attention to hip-hop snobs the fact that more the game changes, the more it stays the same.

"17th & Pennsylvania bitch my whole fucking block poor...

...Couldn't afford a baby crib I slept up in the sock drawer/Interscope thought it was a joke but it was not though/ they tried to have a nigga do that fast-food pop flow..." Freddie Gibbs the Midwest Malcolm

(Been wanting to do a Gangsta Gibbs post for a minute!)   Anyway,  Freddie Gibbs fills a much needed void in the game right now with this next generation of spitters. Gibbs is straightforward rhymer with street tales, hood commentary, along with a piercing and surprisingly versatile flow. For as much as I love the Cool Kids,  J. Cole,  et al. I have always said it is all about having a diversity of styles in the genre. Gibbs brings that other ish.

"I told her I got the money, in my jizeans, dont worry..

...I spit 16's like zip zing, whop, pow..." - Yelawolf

I don't know much about this dude other than that I have seen posts about him on a few of the websites that I lurk around. I clicked on a link of his a while back but was not moved at all.

The link below however did a little something for me. Homeboy had a little Mystikal type flow going on, but then when he went into the Slick Rick, well, what else needs to be said.  I am going give some of his stuff a listen based simply on the Ruler reference.

"Feelin better than some head on a Sunday afternoon...

...Better than a chick that say yes to soon

Until you have a daughter, that's what I call karma

And you pray to god she don't grow breasts too soon." - Kanye West

Initially I was going to do this Kanye line from "We Major" simply as a Vomitspit but it is hard to ignore the other quality bars spit across this melodic track. Kanye and Nas both get their rhymes off to an early start.

Nas with a little meta-cognition to get the party started...

"I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write

First line, should it be about the ho's or the ice?

Four-four's or black Christ? Both flows would be nice

Rap about big paper or the black man's plight

At the studio console asked my man to the right

What this verse sound like, should I freestyle or write?"

Nice song.

You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and

I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuuuts

I take a sip of that yak, I wanna fuuuuck

I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck

But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing

Towel under the door smoke until the days end

Puff, puff then pass, don't fuck up rotation

Hpnotic for Henny, now nigga that's a chaser

Turn nothin to something now pimpin' that's a savior

Best things are green now pimp and get your paper

High off the ground instead of skyscraper

Cool off thinkin' we local, come on homie, we major

We major (come on, homie, we major) [repeat]

Feeling better than some head on a Sunday afternoon

Better than a chick that say yes to soon

Until you have a daughter, that's what I call karma

And you pray to god she don't grow breasts too soon.

Projects tore' up, gang signs is thrown up

Niggas hats broke off that's how we grow up

Why else you think shorty's write rhymes just to blow up?

Get they first car and then IRS show up

He ain't never had shit but he had that nine

Nigga come through flickin' and he had that shine

Put two and two together in a little bad weather

Gon' be a whole family on that funeral line

Ask the reverend was the strip clubs cool if my tips help send a pretty girl through school

That's all I want like wino's want they good whiskey

I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me

[chorus]

[Nas:]

I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write

First line, should it be about the ho's or the ice?

Four-four's or black Christ? Both flows would be nice

Rap about big paper or the black man's plight

At the studio console asked my man to the right

What this verse sound like, should I freestyle or write?

He said, Nas, what the fans want is Illmatic, Stillmatic

Picked up the pad and pencil and jotted what I feel

Been like 12 years since a nigga first signed

Now I'm a free agent

And I'm thinking it's time

To build my very own Motown

Cuz rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5s

And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the life

And I love to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic

So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt

I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony where King got killed

I survived the livest niggas around

Lasting longer than more than half of you clowns

Look, I used to cook before I had the game took

Either way my change came like Sam Cooke.

Feeling better than I ever felt before today

Like better late than never is orientation

Still we can make it better throwing all your cares away

[chorus]

Vomitspit - Jay Z

"...So just, take off your shirt, don't hit me with that church shit
(Bitch) I got a sister who, schooled me to, shit you chickens do,
Tricking fools, got a whole Robin Givens crew, that I kick it to,
They be hipping dudes, how you chickens move, I be listening too..."

Shawn Carter on the importance of having non-sexual, innocuous relationships with women.

"People ask how music is goin’ I heard it pays...

I just came off makin’ 2 million in 30 days" - Drake

So, um, I like Drake. I really do. So far gone got major play from me. I also did not buy his album. In fact, I have tried to avoid reviews of his album. Sort of like I blogged about Wale, I get scared to hear these "studio" releases because most studio people are stupid. They are ruining hip hop. The look to sell a product and not help to create art. And unless you are Kanye, you don't have the pull to be able to shape the album in the way that you want.

Anyway, I like this joint from Drizzy, but I have a sneaky suspicion his album sounds nothing like this.

Yeah.... uh........ yeah
These are my one St Thomas flows
Me and my n-ggas and some madonna hoes
That look just like virgins but trust they down to go
Discussin’ life and all our common goals
Smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll
Look how the champagne diamonds flow
Find dining, pour another another glass when the wine is low
Im in the crib stackin’ money from here to the ceilin’
Whatever it is I got is clearly appealin’
These other rappers gettin’ that inferior feelin
I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healin’
Take a look at yourself the mirror’s revealin’
If you ain’t got it you ain’t got it the theory is brilliant
People ask how music is goin’ I heard it pays
I just came off makin’ 2 million in 30 days
Damn I guess it does what the message was
Sometimes I feel I be spendin’ my money just because
But weezy im just out here reppin’ us
Till I get to shake the hand of the man that’s blessin’ us
Yeah, I know these n-ggas miss the mean lyrics
Kush got the room smellin’ like teen spirit
I asked kindly if no-one out here would bring there feet up
Until I lose for now I’m the game’s single leader
I fly private so no-one tells me to bring my seat up
And book a suite when me and your favorite singer meet up
Who you like, tell me who it is
Imma make sure that that women is the next one on my list
I should call it a night but f-ck it I can’t resist
This one is for all the n-ggas from my city tryin to diss
Without a responce from me you really fail to exist
And I love to see you fail that feelin’ there is the sh-t
I swear, aghh, p-ssy n-gga get your bread up
Enjoy the seat that the steward just forced your ass to let up
Why your scary ass lookin’ down pick your head up
No-one told you your disguise is the most ridiculous gettup
With nose plugs in now I can smell a set up
So your just wastin your time your just only makin me better
Yeah I try to tell them don’t judge me because you heard stuff
Chasin’ cash that’s my brother from the surf club
Damn that n-gga always kept it so hood
Back when we would smoke good at the oakwoods
And have girls fall through like coins in a couch
Now we just f-ckin all the b-tches they warned us about
Scared for the first time everything has clicked
What if I dont really do the numbers they predict
Considerin the fact that im the one that they just picked
To write a chapter in history this sh-t has got me sick
But if I really do it dont expect to get a split
Cause this truly is some sh-t I don’t expect you all to get
Im nervous but im about to kill it cause they about to let the realist team in
Throwin up in a huddle n-gga Willie Beamin
Were still throwin touchdown passes
And tortoise frame glasses
Hopin that someone catch it
People say that oh drake we started to miss it
But they need to be a little more specific man is this what yall want?
And my best chris tucker impression
Ducking your questions
F-ck your suggestions
Money gets all of my love and affection
Cars all black like the cover of essence
I’m allergic to comin in second
But I never sneeze
N-gga YMOE n-gga yeeah
Uh, yeah, this want yall want
Octobers Very Own
Young Money
ATF
Thank me later in this b-tch wasssup
Free Weezy in this b-tch wasup
June 15th in this b-tch wasup

"When I'm shooting let's see who drop...

...the police, media and suckas that went Pop" - Ice Cube

Ice Cube's first solo album was absolutely incredible. It took all of the attitude and anger of the NWA projects and added social consciousness and more in-depth political and social commentary. All of that with a palate of the frenzied sound of Public Enemy's production team, the Bomb Squad, and you had the recipe for a classic LP.

Vomitspit - Eminem

"Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun
Driving up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressin' ridi-culous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off em
And get dollars that should've been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Cris poppin and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with a empty bottle of Remi Martin 
Starting shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman 

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
(He-he!)
Whatever happened to wildin out and being violent
Whatever happened to catchin a good old-fashioned passionate ass whoopin' and getting your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken

Marshal Mathers on a variety of topics, including, but not limited to: he anger regrading the unresolved deaths of two hip hop legends, rappers who capitalized on the death of those legends by stepping into their light and adapting their styles, and the dearth of good hardcore, unvarnished hip-hop music.