i ain’t gonna front and say i was a big fan of the black keys, i always thought the singer was a bit wick, wick wack.it appears i wasn’t the only one thinking that, cos dame dash( he has no idea how camp that sounds),the man behind jay-z, has dragged them to new york to work with some of his peoples in the “field of hip-hop” and let’s just say i’m hyped about the results…some sort of super-trendy version of the judgment night soundtrack: BLACKROC.

now for the cool part. video from the studio sessions..

lovely old anologue gear and cool white dudes seem to have the rappers sprung, ,and they rise to challenge, and come with it.

in this mos def, who i’m liking more as i become less of hater, vibes with the band, and make a song.he can’t sing..but.

jim jones, rap’s pauly from rocky passes through, and “feels it out”, whilst puffing the magic dragon, and actually spits some poetry.

rza smokes out, grabs the guitar, i cringe, then stands up and directs a masterpiece.you can see the abbot’s brain working.

nikki wray and jim jones comes, through, dash accafool, and the magic is in the air.no phil collins.

the l/p is out on the 27th.

The QD3 executively produced flick is directed by Adam Bhala Lough and looks insightful to say the least

The Carter has been described as ‘the most experimental, most ambitious and most rewarding documentary screening and the best film in Sundance 2009′.

Grab that new ‘No Ceilings’ mixtape if you need a refresh of Weezy in ye life, some doozy material on there.

“As he wax and tracks. all the DJs play, with a dick in your mouth all day, a little dick in your mouth all day, a big dick in your mouth all day”.

These words and samples closed the 1988 Run DMC classic Beats to the Rhyme, but have you ever wondered from whence that yelpy screech about dicks in mouths originated? Its one of the finest in your face, take no shit from no man, comics ever !

Proving that no matter what the origins of a record or sample are, even the most slender, tenuous slivers of soundbites can make a huge amount of difference to a track

Sam Kinison – Big Menu [From Louder Than Hell]

going back to 86, alarm radios must of been real pricey cos, for the first few bars of erick sermon’s verse on “jane”,he not only brags about having one, but borderline schools you on what an alarm clock radio IS.deep.this, for me, is the kinda random shit that i love epmd for.in the early days, they were not even very good rappers, on par with duece poppi, or some shit, but they had good chemistry as a duo, and of course the “jane” saga, a five-deep, not very well thought out, multi-song story about a girl that they fuck/like/dislike/like again/kill..on every epmd lp there was a jane song, and even redman makes mention about meeting her..

alarm clocks aside, they tell a strange story, as they both rap from ericks perspective at first, then take individual roles, then switch up again as erick takes jane to bed…

also, listen again, because for the love of god, it doesnt make any sense!, even to rap thinkers extrawdinare, like myself..

let us count the ways..

erick sets his fancy alarm clock radio, but makes no mention of having two females at his house, or the fact that he has pre arranged with pmd, the microphone doctor, to be his wingman, and take up the slack on this other girl, we assume the ugly/fat friend, who’s hair is the only thing of note about her.

so, from the jump i’m confused.it’s also so old school, nowadays the story would be about banging both of them in the ass, whilst smoking a blunt the size of amsterdam.but i digress.

next morning he (the e double) wakes to a note where jane kinda disses his lovemaking ability, the cow, by saying she wants him to be better, bigger, stronger and much faster(huh?)..although he has kinda admitted he was a shit lay already, with lines like “she showed pain but inside she felt joy” and telling us that he was” tired of busting her” by 3am, all classic denial behaviour, added to fact he mentions the alarm clock radio more than her in the first place(must put a girl off),so, overall, he’s not really selling the encounter to me..why would you write a song about being shit in bed?, i mean he already has a lisp!

THE QUESTIONS REMAIN:

what happened to p’s girl?why does erick wonder who is at his door, when he knows p is coming over..?jane appears to try and chat p up at first, so whats happing with the friend? sherlock holmes could not riddle me this.

musically, dope mary” jane” flips, nicely scratched up by dj k la boss, but why are they triggering what sounds like parrish saying “swamp thing”?,is it to distance erick from the j to the a to the n to the e?, or just for pure randomness?.that beat made it as far as a texas single at one point, i believe.

this song raises more questions than it answers, the main one being why didn’t they think it through a bit better?.iv’e listened to it five times in the course of writing this, and i will damned if i can work it out.

really.

pt 2 soon..i’m audi like kirk gaudi.

who thought lyricism, and, the funky drummer was dead, your bowl of diccup, the player haters way to start his day is on the side.

getting soggy.

tidied up 320 audio here

notice how mos def emphasises that he’s black dante, next to Black thought, and, errr…eminem.

they all drop more gems than those dudes in bond street a few months back…

mos is very precise, almost scientific, but definitely the best and most engaged i’ve seen him.

black thought is a nice surprise on the b.e.t awards, but i always forgot just how big the roots were, and he’s got better too, the lower tone is dope.

the opening lines are just redankulous.kane is back.

eminem gets the wow factor with the crowd, with a spomtaneous response you only really get from live rap.

it’s a good format, nice to hear which emcees can actually hold up 32 bars, without breathlessnes or the need for treach style punch-ins.

osama, dahmer, obama and the dali lama.say it with me.

some illenest kurupt cut n paste type joint from, erm, dj crazy toons

audio here

so.side issue : i’m a fan of both jamie foxx’s comedy, and plies version of florida spiritual gangsterism.but enough on that, let’s go behind the scenery..

we know that gangsta rap isnt real, don’t we??,i mean, don’t we??

i mean, we ALL KNOW that wrestling, stuff like the  w.w.f (of old) is staged, dont we?, don’t we???

but,i can remember at my school, there were kids who would say something about the ultimate warrior being, and i quote “a great athlete“..

but we all KNOW that rappers arent really the dudes they say they are on records, don’t we…?”

easy e was”, thats why he died of aids (no harty)

i only ask ,because there is blurring of the lines going on, between rap and reality, now more so than ever, the “if they weren’t doing this, they’d be doing all those things they say they’re doing, it’s expression, mum,a lyrical murder” kind of thing…ok?

the legal woes of rap singers give enough credence to these guys boasts of toughness, so the lines get blurred that way, too.”but, i heard, snoop was a shooter”, that kinda shit…iv’e probly said those words myself, believing in some way that it helps add some extra weight to his rapping ability, that being a huge personality, having a dope voice, style, flow is somehow enhanced by knowing that when he’s rapping bout killing, which he used to do, back in the days a lot, he might of actually done it…

so, we listen, and secretly wish we were that hard, that we wouldn’t take shit from nobody, and we did,we’d cap the dude for the disrespect, all on the tube to work…

speaking as a dude from one of the greenest parts of london, having never had to “put in work”, not even at college (geddit), ever even handled a real firearm, but listened to the murderous rants of a thousand comfortably rich men, who have had a few years in the drug trade, a brush with the law, and a rappin’ redemption(i mean if they were that rich, why dont they retire?) a few too many times probably for my own health, and i would conclude, that “artists” are essentially whoring their so-called lives, hoping to parlay a drug career, normally an unsuccesful one, if the amounts of jail tattoos in rap are anything to go by,into a rap career…boo boo into 50 cent,par example, the “real” 50 cent, who would have been the one shooting at his rap namesake, if all accounts are to be believed is co-opted by the young curtis, to bolster(replace) his own rep.

and there i go, basically saying curtis is not as “real” as the real 50 cent, who, while succesful as a stick up kid(cool?), was no mc/rapper, and certainly doesnt have Curtis’ charm, drive, and of course, rapping ability.and as we’re talking bout rapping here, is the important part, cos without 50 the rapper, you wouldnt know about fifty, the robber.capiche..?

listen to the clip, listen to how the megastar, foxx, claims only to have heard the “good” plies songs.funny, i heard the good songs too, discounted the shitty “for the ladies” material, and stuck to the pain, struggle, success, and tragedy of plies “life”, captured on record.in other words, you couldnt be aware of the dude without knowing his image, goon chain an all.as someone else commented on another blog..”how the hell does running from a thirty to one fight make you a pussy?”, it’s something we all would have done, especially if you were shirtless, as we know algernod would of been, prolly with all three of his goon chains on..

there are several pieces out there on the haterweb, trying to put holes in peoples credibility. i just read one myself about this very subject, so it seems we do believe these guys, on some level, or we wouldnt be “shocked” to find out that plies that when faced with 30 t shirts, ran in the toilet to hide…

you would too.pussy.

Shouts to all London Rap singers with originality, oh, and big Denzil

RIP Sipho

deuce poppi.omg.is this rascism?

porky’s rap.sheeet.heres some more borderline rascist, but still funny shit bout white folks.

stereotyping is funny