Ordering around a phantom funk orchestra, dancing to an impossibly rapid rhythm that only he hears. Moral compasses are intended to guide the actions of law-abiding citizens, not the itinerary of underworld megalomaniacs. Tee, Tha Liks and X all sound thrilled to be back together; the whole song is delivered as 3 bar verses back and forth, like old drinking buddies so familiar they talk over each other. The tune is no-fuss g-funk, built on a simple piano loop and whining synth from an , cloaked in the crackly, lo-fi ambience typical of Raider Klan productions. I think I tweeted about this song for a month straight after the snippet leaked. He is tired of being misunderstood see the myriad of explanations for lines on.
Shouts to Delaware and Hoboken. The get-fucked-up anthem lives and dies by its hook, and this one is sticky as hell. Zippyshare hat aufgrund der neuen Rechtslage Uploadfilter, Artikel 13+17 usw. Then he went in the booth and recorded a verse that made me check for him ever since. The powers that be might consider the Flatbush Zombies not ready for the radio but these guys are one of the most original entries into the resurgent N. Um Click'n'Load nutzen zu können, muss installiert und gestartet sein! As far as the features, both are smooth and solid weed raps, two extra hits that only add to the high you get from listening to this cut.
The second verse is just shout outs to U. The approaches are studies in contrast. Jay Rock thinks the motion picture that is your life would garner an all-time low score on Rotten Tomatoes. I mean…they are rolling with Simon Rex and the Alchemist. The Portishead sample only lets up at the end and the lives at stake are never spared. He declares to free his followers from perpetual violence and 9 to 5 jobs over low-key drums and eerie chanting.
It makes me outrageously envious of Future and almost disturbingly happy for Future. These are the perks of letting 40 year olds run the rap game. Before Waka, there was Lil Jon and before Lil Jon there was Tim Dog. Part of its charm was that hook: an infectious candy-coated thing delivered in this slightly delirious sing-song cadence that made it sound like Cash Out was having without question the Best! Last year, Gates was finishing up a four year bid. That happened fairly quickly with both these songs. Nocan, always the the cultural critic, manages to name drop John Singleton, Quentin Tarantino, Nick Cassavetes, Stanley Kubrick, and Tim Burton within the first fifteen seconds of his verse.
Jody Highroller, Bronson and the gang are leisurely strolling down the street, brown bagged malt liquor in hand, a couple of unlit spliffs in the mouth, delving deep into the night as the sun comes down in the City of Angels. But once you hit the wrong side of 30, your career prospects looked weaker than a pay phone repairman circa 1997. Meanwhile, producer Eric Arc Elliot lays down a soundtrack of grimy lo-fi synth production equally influenced by Portishead and 70s horror movie soundtracks. I hope you have many of the same questions. He is the invisible man, scribbling away underground and bouncing off of the billion bulbs blaring on the walls. Its the most communal bonding ass shit ever. When you already have the people behind you, the pundits are irrelevant.
Burn one, or two, or six, and listen loud. One word to describe him is, still, spectacular, yes. The maestro, the bandleader, brazen and barking loud enough get Judy grooving. No wonder that sing-song hook sounds weary; the scheming is never-ending and the returns ever diminishing. The structure is as brilliant and challenging as its scope. And yes, it is a real song about spicy snacks that is rapped by children as part of an after-school project and not a real band or rap group or some avatar for coolness.
This song is pure pokerfaced absurdism delivered with scalding comic ferocity. Rappers Meechy Darko and Zombie Juice are both devilishly charismatic punctuating macabre verses about coffin purchases, eating acid tablets and Martin references. Keef is just the next up in a long-standing trend and Love Sosa stands as his magnum opus, as well as one of the best songs of 2012. Each syllable pushed through an audible sneer. It captures the carefree spirit of a night out on the town with your boys when the feeling of invincibility washes over you and anything can happen.
Here being planet Hip-Hop circa 2012. Hardships: Sharing a bed with your young relatives who have yet to master bladder control, the embarrassment of being teased by your P. Following an unsuccessful late-'90s run at mainstream success foiled by an attempt on his life in 2000 and a successful run on the New York mixtape circuit driven by his early-2000s bout with Ja Rule , Eminem signed 50 Cent to a seven-figure contract in 2002 and helmed his quick rise toward crossover success in 2003. Hodgy Beats finally rapped over Flying Lotus. Full of minor chords, clapping drums, and space as wide open as the Bay Bridge at 3:00 a. You mean I can put bells and brass, the aural signifiers of success on a song, at the same damn time? Q never apologizes for habits or contradictions. Listen to the man enact the plan that he had while going mad in solitude.