Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Sunday, June 15, 2008

"if hip hop is dead ...


... i am the embalming fluid"

according to wikipedia, the end all be all to any argument, embalming fluid is used to preserve deceased (dead) individuals, sometimes only until the funeral, other times indefinitely.

[ZuLou] Lol, I see where you're going with this, Mr. Eric Michael.[/ZuLou]

that's nice to know zu. LOL.

let's say hip hop is dead. oh, you don't think hip hop is dead? ok ok its cool, i don't either, not that my opinion is greater than yours; we were all created, and therefore, are equal. i definitely believe that mainstream hip hop, which is actually a mixture of rap and pop, is somewhere paralyzed, on a couch, watching b.e.t. faithfully, and little wane + whatever drugs he chooses to use, is carrying the torch for the paralympics. the mainstream aspect of hip hop was once, believe it or not, very uplifting and thought provoking! you wouldn't believe this, but that back in the day, hip hop was so pure and great that the "bad" hip hop, the hip hop that was spoken against and unfavored by people that just don't understand the culture, were the likes of n.w.a. and icucube (who started off as THAT dude in n.w.a. until he released one of the greatest diss songs of all time: no vaseline). they were hated on for all of the RIGHT reasons. they were so politically charged, opinionated, well spoken and intelligent, that they instilled FEAR into lots of listeners. i always said, that if malcolm x had rapped, he would have been icucube (one of my favorite emcee's of all time), point blank. n.w.a. took the word, "nigga," and let you know what they thought of the word in a creative, expressive, artistic form. these cats weren't playing, and i guarantee that if hip hop was dead, they wouldn't want to preserve it until the funeral, they would want to resurrect it, "by any means necessary."

*let's say he was trying to be "creative" with the line, ok, but it still makes no sense at all. if someone is willing to just sound good over making actual sense, than that just shows where the state of (mainstream) hip hop is. no over-analyzing here, its not a complex line at all. now that i think of it, i miss the pre-drugged up lil' wayne, that guy was actually nice. little wane shows glimpses of lil' wayne every once and a while with his shooter's and his tie my hand's, but all that garbage "i'm the best rapper alive drugs money sex bitch" talk just reminds me that the original lil' wayne is just a memory.

*sighs*

"it is what it is" - nigga proverb.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

GLUEAZY!!!

http://myspace.com/glueazy



Add this man!!!

well really only if you want to. I came Glueazy watching kimbo fights on a bored bored day!

and was kinda like damn, he ain't that bad.... you be the judge(vedio is the freestyle).


Saturday, May 31, 2008

UGK vs. Public Enemy?

Bun B's II Trill is in stores!!! Go get it now!!!

Here's some suggestive advertising.


Ahem, anyway, I don't know about the rest of the world, but Screwston Texas is enjoying the shit out of Bun B's latest triumph, and its not only because he's a hometown hero. Its because the man is undoubtedly a voice of the South, as well as for the ghost of the late great Pimp C. Its because the man is one of the forefathers of Southern Hip Hop. And its because no matter which track he's on, he's going to wreck. You can believe he's going to hold up the UGK flag for the rest of his life, and he does it in the trillest way possible. That's II Trill.
But this is not about Bun B's album, its about what it represents: The Legacy of UGK. Pimp C and Bun B were pioneers with their Southern Fried Flavor, easily distinguishable from the East Coast and West Coast music that was dominating the scene in the late nineties. They held it down for more than a decade, enduring the incarceration of Pimp C and their label situation at Jive. And then, as recently as 2007, they once again drew mass attention with the release of their album Underground Kings and Pimp C's solo effort, Pimpalation.
Their contributions to Hip Hop are rarely overlooked, but I had an epiphany the other day while listening to Bun B's "Getcha Issue", one of the most political tracks of 2008. Is it just me, or is Bun B the Southern version of Chuck D?






Think about their similarities. They are both members of two-man groups that served as pioneers for their respective fields. They're both speakers of the people, and dabble in political raps. They're both considered lyrically superior to their partners, and they were both slightly over shadowed by their partners' reputation. Shit, they even have similar (and rhyming!) names. Listen to Bun B and tell me his delivery doesn't remind you of that old Public Enemy at times; its indisputable.




Chuck D . . . Bun B . . . coincidence?

Of course, Hip Hop is a competitive genre of music, an attribute not shared with Rock, Country, Pop, or others. So the next question undoubtedly is, who's the better group? Well, I'll answer that quickly: UGK SHITS on Public Enemy. Old Schoolers, keep your pacemakers in check. I'm not speaking recklessly, and I will explain myself.
As far as legacies go, Public Enemy will be the more recognized of the two groups for making albums like "It Takes A Nation" and being a political voice in a genre criticized for its shallowness and vulgarities. Public Enemy got jipped for a Grammy . . . twice. UGK was popping in the South, but Public Enemy was nationwide. But being more recognized doesn't mean you're superior. If I say Paris Hilton's name, there won't be one person who doesn't know who I speak of, and she's famous for WHAT, exactly? Meanwhile, I'm just now getting on the poetry of Saul Williams, who not only has something useful to say, but does it in the most artistic manner. Saul Williams is clearly a more relevant person in life as far as the role he plays, but don't expect everybody to know who he is. Paris Hilton however has the whole world watching the most piece-of-shit sex tape ever made. Funny shit. No, in order to continue this conversation, we must compare the artists themselves.
Comparing Bun B and Chuck D is futile in this argument; both are exceptional MCs, and their similarities make it hard to discern who would be considered the better of the two. So this debate must be centered on the careers of their illustrious partners, Pimp C and Flavor Flav.



Fuck A Flav . . . Give it up for Pimp

At this point, you should see how I reached my conclusion. Flavor Flav is a shitty rapper. He's an alright person in life, I guess, but he sucks ass as a rapper. On top of that, dude is a clown. I'm all for originality, but I have never seen this man without a zany clock on his neck. He's never looked or acted even REMOTELY normal. So what does he do, except grab your attention with his outlandishness? Exactly. he does nothing. He's amusing, but no one is taking that "Flavalicious" shit seriously.
Pimp C, on the other hand, is the fucking MAN. We are speaking about a man who has never been afraid to say whats on his mind. As a lyricist, he was just adequate. Its his presence that grabbed us. No one has ever been able to emulate Pimp C. Plies just came out half a year ago, and he's already got carbon copies running around (2Pistols, to be specific). Young Jeezy came out 2006; now we have Rick Ross, Yung Joc, and Gucci Mane all spitting slow cocaine raps with similar flows. This will not happen to Pimp C. He is one of a kind.
I'm sure someone will bring up the fact that the same can be said for Flav. This is true, but the difference is that no one WANTS to be like Flav. He's one of those people that your parents would point out to you as something you don't want to turn into. You use him as an example of what can happen when you choose not to care about . . . well, anything.
Pimp C was THAT NIGGA. He talked so much shit to piss people off, but who had the gall to say something back? When Pimp said something, you had to shut your fucking mouth and listen. I've heard him talking shit about some of Hip Hop's biggest stars, only for those stars to sit in silence. This is because its widely known that Pimp C never said any of these things out of pure anger or because of some petty beef; he really CARED about what he was saying. You had to respect that.
Flavor Flav obviously doesn't care about what he says. He's got Hos running all over VH1, and then he got New York to do the same thing. You ever seen the Comedy Central Roast of Flavor Flav? It was pathetic. Even Chuck D ethered him. You'd be damn sure that if that was Chad, every person in the building would have been pimp-slapped without a second thought.




Uh uh . . .

Flav has damaged his reputation beyond repair. There's no coming back from that. Pimp C, on the other hand, is legendary. I'm saddened by his death to this very day, and everyone knows no one is more adored by Hip Hop Heads than a dead rapper. You take all this into account, and its obvious why UGK shits on Public Enemy. With a laxative.

Anyway, Bun B's II Trill is the shit. You're obligated to cop it, preferably the legal way. Til then, make sure you also pick up Saul Williams' Dead Emcee Scrolls from your local Barnes and Noble. Props to Grizz for making me read it.


One Time For Your Mind
ZuLou



Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Run In With "The Nice Guys" . . .




Let me tell you a quick mildly interesting and hardly relevant story about how I first ran into "The Nice Guys." It was my freshman year at University of Houston, a year filled with partying, late night movies and absolutely NO studying whatsoever. Its a rather pathetic tale to tell in its entirety, but there was a moment of significance when I first found out that my friend Free actually produced beats.

And no, I don't mean, Souljah Boy beats. While Free did use the same FL Studio (AKA FrootyLoops) that the Atlanta artist and Little Brother's 9th Wonder made so famous, he was more on the level of the latter as far as his taste in production. Fortunately for me, that's exactly the type of style I'm feeling, which makes me the equivalent of an alien in this location of Screwston, Texas. So how do you let someone know you're feeling their style? You bother the shit out of them by repeatedly coming by their dorm room till they finally let you record something. And so I did.

During this brief period of time, I ended up meeting Yves Saint and Christoph, the other two thirds of the The Nice Guys. I was immediately taken aback by Yves raw lyrical skill and Christoph's producing prowess, which was similar enough to Free's for it not to clash, and yet different enough for it not to sound like the same damn person. Seriously, I wasn't even trying to rap with these guys after hearing them, because they are REALLY really good at what they do, and I was just honestly fucking around. After running into them in Free's dorm, I started noticing all over the place: The Vault nightclub in downtown Houston, the Alpha Parties off of Telephone St., last year's Moody Towers' Poetry Slam; not to mention that you could catch Yves at every damn event that DJ Candlestick (best party DJ in Houston I've heard) happened to be hosting.


the Nice Guys . . .


So yeah, they were definitely on the grind, and a year and some change later, they're out with their first mixtape, called Nice Guys Finish Last. Yes, its the shit. No, its not snap music. These cats are making quality music, and its only right that you cats get to hear it right here in Zu York City.

The Nice Guys -
Nice Guys Finish Last Mixtape
pt.1 http://www.mediafire.com/?wl9dtajggoy pt.2 http://www.mediafire.com/?jfndg9ult4t



Props to all three of the guys for delivering a superb mixtape. Mr. Eric Michael makes a couple of appearances himself on the mixtape, and shines accordingly. The bulk of the mixtape is Yves Saint, who is sick. I really wish I could put it in another manner without sounding so much like a dickrider, but I call it like I see it. From flawlessly flipping Busta Rhymes' New York Shit to "Nice Guys Shit" to actually sticking to The Fiasco on the Superstar Remix, Yves delivers bars laced with metaphors and ridiculous multi-syllable rhymes. Somehow through all the flashiness, he still succeeds in saying something of substance.

"Rats in a daze/ trapped in a maze/ meant to lead them astray, call it a-maze-meant/"


"I'm on some Nice Guy Shit/ Exercise mine? Well, yeah nice try bitch/ I'm on 97.9 with my Nice Guy Hits . . . / Its a GoodYear, Nice Guys, like blimps/ be floating quite high, might blind ya tryin' to squint/"

"I don't know why niggas surprised that I'm full of myself/ They say I'm feeling myself, I'm only filling myself/ As far as my rapping type, I fulfill it myself/ Limericks is like spirits . . . / I deliver it pure, so my lit-er-a-ture/ is like your penicillin, my afflictions cured/"


"Couple of tools on my belt, more broads have felt 'em/ melted a couple hearts . . . / and everybody lost one, but come on/ me and and my niggas one for all, and all for one/"

I'm not quoting shit else, because you really have to hear it yourself to get the full impact. Yves boasts an unmatched flow rarely found in the south (go figure, he's actually from NY) and if you're looking for something new, this might be the motherfucking treasure chest. Free and Christoph have the production tip down to the point, I wouldn't be surprised if they have aspiring rappers bulldozing their doors down right now. Adding on to all the creativity flowing throughout the mixtape, they actually took the time out to do some skits. Yes, motherfuckers, there are skits on a free mixtape. Here's something else thats wild: they're actually funny.

On the whole, this is an entertaining mixtape. Though it has its downfalls (sorry guys, Where My Shoes Belong was not at all nice to me) and Yves might not enunciate EVERY syllable, leaving you wondering what that last punchline was, its still the SHIT. And I will be bumping this for a while. I suggest you become a fan.


Cosigned by Mr. Eric Michael . . .


Free, you owe me a beat, nigga!

"NICE . . . . ."



One Time For Your Mind
-ZuLou