Jun 272010
 

The mind is so complex when you’re based. 32 levels. Welcome to my world. Like I said, I’ve been ready, and it feels good to be here now. Finally realized who’s the rawest rapper: Lil B. (…)

To anybody that thought they had it, need to think again. Throw your hands up, it’s Lil B for Little Boss. I need all the based energy I can.

The production of rap music has gone through changes over the years. From pre-industrial years of block parties to rapping over disco beats to renegade producers taking control over the studio environment and rap taking over the charts. To increased commercialization and the struggle for structural independence and artistic integrity.

One big structural change in recent years is that A&R people have become obsolete. Labels will only do business with artists already established independently and locally. A hundred thousand mixtapes sold, then you can sit at the table with these people. Gone are the A&R professionals who actually sought out and coached new artists into greatness.

Complex: Why do you take that approach? Most of your songs aren’t available for download. There’s a song here, a song there. You have a random 250-song mixtape. It’s chaotic and there’s no order to it.

JonRaff If you think about it, @LilBTheBasedGod’s song collection is like the Pokemon. You have to go on a journey to collect them all. #Based

Just like Marley Marl sampling James Brown had a certain economic advantage over Brown himself plus band, Lil B has arrived steps ahead the mixtape rappers. He has further rationalized the production of rap, with himself on 24 hour www-fueled creative frenzy and with his fans performing the A&R function. They are to select and promote and spread and copy the music. Taste will be made on the internets, copied out onto the streets, copied back in. New scenes and structures are created.

A Swedish blog talks about the cultural black hole where influential rock journalists used to be. Some kind of youth project leader is quoted. He sees a lot of talented kids coming by, but everything they record come out so generic. These kids started watching MTV after the Chill Out Zone got shut down and YO! MTV Raps was ran off the block by the strip club muzak. His point: these kids have no point of reference as to what people have done before. Their ignorance of tradition limits their creativity, as to what music can be. Blog continues:

Regarding the freely copyable culture forms it seems rather that each genre or style is characterized by seperate pockets that rarely communicate. Specialized idiots in their own small section. (…)

They have all the MySpace pages in the world but nobody that guides them in pop culture. No editor, no map reader, nobody that highlights what is good, no matter if it sells in 10 copies, 1000 or 100 000.

This is what is called “The Death valley problem“. (…)

Everything can be found on the internets. The whole history of the world’s art, music, literature and so on is well represented. But where do you look? Someone needs to bring you the news and point out what’s relevant. You need an introduction. The cultural landscape has changed, and most of the generation born in the late 80s and early 90s has been lost in between. If nobody’s there for you, helping you, guiding you in the right direction – face down (ass up) in the mainstream.

Just like there are no real hardcore, working class men standing in the streets around the neighborhood anymore, setting examples, telling kids what right and wrong, and no mothers telling off her friends’ kids as well as her own, there are no hardcore cultural ambassadors standing in the media mainstream passing the torch to the coming generation. Real talent is not afforded there anymore (but takes it’s escape to blogs and trash print media, where less dogma apply, with the following result of either joyous newness or total perversion). Everything that’s not straight from the market division of the record companies or an absolute freak show gets no love. The economic streamlining of the media has all but done away with what is usually referred to as “the fat middles”. Continued translation from Swedish:

A lot of this type of really talented artists gained a popularity that lifted them out of obscurity saleswise, thanks to the attention that this type of open minded but at the same time autistically passionate journalists and editors could give them. That passion seems to have away somewhere else now. Many blame this on an increasing surplus, but at the same time we have the technological conditions to navigate in this surplus today. At least in theory. Until now Myspace and p2p are too decentralized and fragmented, while newspapers are too centralized. Heck, one of the most connecting forums on the net today is as a matter of fact The Pirate Bay.

Jun 182010
 

Back around the year 1993, in my tiny hometown on Sweden’s second coast, my ears suddenly burst wide open for rap music. My best friend had Naughty By Nature’s first tape, which I copied and played all day. Then I bought Doggystyle, which I’m still playing. Friends provided me with taped copies of Black Sunday and Välkommen till förorten (and I got the t-shirts, the VHS tapes, and tried to never miss an episode of YO! MTV Raps)

Those who were cooler than me listened to Ice-T – “the final level of the game“. Though the New Jersey-born, Los Angeles-bred rapper had reached his peak some years before, he still out-hypnotized newcomers Snoop, Warren G and Dogge Doggelito with pure iconic power.

After yesterday’s ponytail chock (the last one to rock the pimped out 80s swagger has given in, I am told), I knew I had to pull out some classic Iceberg material while cleaning up the apartment. His five first albums are so strong (and the following three, all the way up to Gangsta Rap are surprisingly worthwhile). My favorite is Original Gangster, but today it was time for The Iceberg / Freedom Of Speech… Just Watch What You Say.

The production on this album is an interesting synthesis of Marley Marl’s James Brown-interpretations, the riot funk of The Bomb Squad, and the ice cold electro beats that Ice-T had been rapping over on Reckless and Colors. You have to love the thick moog-basslines nestling through the dense soundwall of Lethal Weapon, the hectic drum programming on Hit The Deck.

Besides acting as a spokesperson for his generation, his social class, his city – never afraid of breaking taboos, mixing genres, and telling stories nobody wanted but everybody needed to hear, that is, executing the Gangsta Rap formula to its fullest – Ice-T was also an ambassador. He showed it by putting on east coast talent such as Lord Finesse and Everlast (and smelly old punk rockers like Jello Biafra!), always bigging up peers Big Daddy Kane, Public Enemy, BDP, Slick Rick, Too Short – but also by encouraging dialogue on wax. Freedom Of Speech has two good examples of this: You Played Yourself and This One’s For Me.

In the first he does something that’s very healthy for the music, but frowned upon these days. They call it hating, but it should be called telling the truth, and not caring about who you piss off – even your own people. Tracy Marrow introduces the listener to the dumb rapper, the failed mack, the spoiled rapper, and the drug addict. This kind of moral folklore is arguably the most important thing in rap music, but the industry has all but deleted it.

How you gonna drop science? You’re dumb
Stupid ignorant, don’t even talk to me
At school you dropped Math, Science and History
And then you get on the mic and try to act smart
Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart
To perpetrate, you’re bait, so just wait
Till the press shove a mic in your face
Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D
Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy
And they ask you about the game you claim you got
Drop science now, why not?
You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot
How’d you get into this spot?

You played yourself…
Yo, yo, you played yourself…

(…)

Spendin’ money’s what I’m talkin’ about
But you fool out, your pockets got blew out
And after the date, no boots, you got threw out
Mad and shook cos your duckets got took
Call her up, phone’s off the hook
But who told you to front and flaunt your grip?
You can’t buy no relationship

You played yourself…
Yo, homeboy, you played yourself…

(…)

You think you’ve made it, you’re just a lucky man
Guess who controls your destiny, fans
But you diss ’em cos you think you’re a star
That attitude is rude, you won’t get far
Cos they’ll turn on you quick, you’ll drop like a brick
Unemployment’s where you’ll sit
No friends cos you dissed ’em too
No money, no crew, you’re through

You played yourself…
That’s right, you played yourself…
You played yourself…
Yo, yo, you played yourself…

(…)

And then you get an idea for a big move
An armed robbery…smooth
But everything went wrong, somebody got shot
You couldn’t get away, the cops roll, you’re popped
And now you’re locked, yo, lampin’ on Death Row
Society’s fault? No
Nobody put the crack into the pipe
Nobody made you smoke off your life
You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? Fool.

You played yourself…
You played yourself…
Ain’t nobody else’s fault, you played yourself.

Chuck D once called rap the black CNN. Using the music and the culture to come to terms with problems, talking them out and drawing out plans, doesn’t seem to be part of the plan now. Even an underground legend like Bumpy Knuckles, who once proposed the formation of a hiphop government, prefers twittering over talking man to man. An open dialogue, an all-attended conference, is what’s needed the most. A first step is making more songs like this, bringing back honesty and substance (and getting better at conversating).

Now I’m known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme;
but my lyrics are deeper
Because I’m the one that makes you think before make a move
I wrote “Pusher”, “High Rollers”, and “Colors” just to prove
that I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time
But one L.A. station wouldn’t play my records one time
I’m tryin to save my community
but these bourgeoise blacks keep on doggin me
They don’t care about violence, drugs and gangs
KJLH, you ain’t about nuttin
You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise black suckers
and this one’s for me

(…)

That’s what the matter with black people anyway
We ain’t down with nothin, I don’t care what you say
yell or lie, don’t even bother
How low will a brother go for a dollar?

(…)

I gotta speak my mind, it’s time to unload
on this so-called government we’ve got
If I lied like them, I think I’d get shot
They sell drugs to kids and say it’s us
And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?
You only see young brothers in a drug bust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
My homey got a year for an ounce of weed
while Bush sells weapons to the enemy
You gotta be stone blind not to see
“Our government is honest!” Nigga, please
Cocaine can’t be made in the United States
Kickin facts like this our government hates
The young kids on the streets ain’t the enemy
They’re just ghetto youth after money
They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them?
Try the C.I.A. my friend
or the F.B.I. or even Bush
Somebody’s gettin rich, damn sure ain’t us
We’re just killin ourselves while others laugh
Look at the street, it’s a cocaine bloodbath
We gotta realize dope is pure death
Mess with drugs, you’re breathin your last breath
Sellin drugs is straight up genocide
They’re gonna laugh, while we all die

Jun 182010
 

Antartic pads. Programming the 808 inside the fridge. Numeric song titles. The Bay goes 90s Autechre.

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/2582462/06-d-lo_ft._mistah_fab_young_moses_philthy_rich-18-cr.mp3

An Old School futurist spitting Mad Max themes over Sucker MCs type boom bap. Well, I’ll keep my ears open.

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/2582462/10-young_gully-the_definition_of_gas-cr.mp3

I love that Raekwon brought Outkast to New York, and recorded with Ill Bill and Yelawolf, and Baltimore to Oakland-transplant DJ Fresh, and everything with much success. All these tracks are from the last dude’s The Tonite Show mixtape.

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/2582462/07-raekwon_ft._mean_doe_green-school-cr.mp3

Speaking of The Bay, this is so classic.
And must listen more to Mac Dre.

Jun 182010
 

Lord Finesse is in rap and production top ten. Everyone from Big L to Jay-Z to Lloyd Banks took bigger chunks out of his style. The finest similes and metaphors, wrapped together hard. Line after line punched to your brain. Besides the battle raps… he dropped game, told stories, kicked knowledge, and freestyled his ass off.

S.K.I.T.S. is an all time favorite message rap, as well as an all time favorite beat. Of all the ill producers in D.I.T.C., Finesse was probably the sharpest.

http://rapidshare.com/files/320664458/Lord_Finesse-Rare_Selections_EP_Vol._3-Vinyl-2008-FTD.zip

Now… tell me – is he coming with a new album?

Jun 122010
 

Complex: Why do you take that approach? Most of your songs aren’t available for download. There’s a song here, a song there. You have a random 250-song mixtape. It’s chaotic and there’s no order to it.

That’s true. And perhaps that’s the way to go, these days.

Most of this revolutionary rapper’s material is just not very good, though. But some is incredible.

Get his five best tracks here.

Jun 062010
 

How dope are the Muggs beats gonna be on this one? The last ones were fire!!

this is definitely the craziest VS album Muggs has done..I know it’s my album too so of course I might say that but everybody else that’s heard it agrees..production & conceptually it just plays out like a movie..all the songs connect..it moves like a concept record the way the beats blend with the words even though we didn’t plan it like that..the chemistry just took over..It’s basically it’s own sound, the Muggs vs Bill sound..ya’ll are gonna bang out to this one for sure..

I still have high hopes for William Braunstein.

Only a few tracks on The Hour Of Reprisal did it for me, but an entire album with the same producer might give us another classic. I mean it worked for What’s Wrong With Bill.


Jun 062010
 

I don’t wanna go to the clubs, I’m cool in the streets, just leave me to roam…” One of his best songs.

Why yall niggaz wanna rob? You wanna steal? That aint real.
How the fuck am I gonna kick it with you? You gonna get me killed.
I’ve done seen a lot of blood on the battlefield.
Even though I’m tired I’ll be climbing up the ladder still.

Beautiful speed rapping over perfectly relaxed music. So classic.

Get some of my favorite songs featuring him here. Another good place to start is right here.

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