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Written by: Robbie Ettelson
The plot thickens….
The plot thickens….
This is a little somethin’ somethin’ I was asked to write for another media organization that ended up on the cutting room floor. The basic premise is “The Most Offensive Lyrics From Conscious MC’s”, but the definition of “conscious” rappers is so vague that it’s pointless. It’s also the reason why stuff like “Black Korea” and “lllegal Aliens” isn’t included. In the plus side, you only have to click this post once!
White Rap has officially left the “gimmick” category. Or has it?
A list of great violent rap, including everything from broad beating anthems to gun clapping to cannibalism. Good times for all.
The Curse Of The Shirtless Rapper is very, very real. Also, pause at the artwork that accompanies this week’s column.
My latest contribution to the fine tradition of Rap List Trolling, with a piece that’s certain to upset everybody. Which may be the point…
The rap food chain is all over the place right now, as weed carriers are suddenly getting top billing…
Just helped out on this piece over at Takin’ Mines:
Released just a week after the one year anniversary of Nas’ Illmatic, Mobb Deep’s Loud debut, The Infamous, is nothing short of a masterpiece. Although historically, Illmatic has been held to the standard as the best rap album of all time, it’s fair to consider The Infamous as the equivalent of Da Vinci’s Virgin and Child with St. Anne, to his former Mona Lisa.. Illmatic. Imagine younger, mischievous twin brothers to your high school’s star quarterback/prom king.. that’s them Mobb Deep boys Hav and P, compared to Esco (yes, even though Nas was wavin’ automatic guns at Nuns). Well enough of the analogies, we’ll leave that to our words and their raps, as featured in today’s special edition of Rewind Wednesdays.
Time to play the “blame game” for all those token love/dance/radio songs that spoil otherwise great albums…
Here’s a run-down of narrative-driven rap albums. A case could have been made to include Kendrick’s last LP but shorty said nah, pulled the trigger and stepped. R.I.P. GURU.
James Todd Smith has been reduced to the internets worst troll as he attempts to trick the world into buying his next album.
There’s no need for me spend valuable mental energy penning barbs at Papoose when his own quotes provide all the ammunition required.
The game has changed. I attempt to analyse the development.
Ever wondered how some of today’s rapper dudes might meet their grisly demise? Me neither, but I used my Nastradamus powers to look into the future anyway.
The post where I rant about inspirational tweets.