'98 is a landmark rap year, so come correct if you're gonna associate yaself with it. Lucki Eck$ I guess is some sad weirdo from Chicago who mumbles through raps that could be described as "dark, gothic, introspective." I dig the dragging yaself thru the desert as you're dying from dehydration, but also still rapping for some reason delivery. They look the same from a distance, but if you squint ya eyes a lil you can tell, as the insufferable meme-phrase goes - who learned this from crime and who learned this online!įar from me to be an arbiter of what's real and what's not in the rap game, so let's go to the drawing board. These days it's hard to tell whether a rapper came up through the traditional community-based channels, or if he/she cobbled together some ill signifiers he/she saw on Tumblr and created a life. The death of authenticity has preoccupied nerds since the dawn of the modern age, just ask ya horny professor who seduced students with Benjamin, Baudrillard, benzos and Bordeaux, or Fat Orson Welles chewin on steak in F for Fake. Ty Money - United Center (Passion Of The Weiss)
Muthafuckin' eXquire - Nostalgia Aka Funcoland (WatchLoud) Anyone got some other shit, holla at ya blogman.īlvd Mel, Fredo, Gee Money, & YMM Captain - iPhone 6 (Dina Page)ĭenmark Vessey - Don't Smoke K2 (Cocaine Blunts)Įzale - I Ain't Trippin Off Nothin (Passion Of The Weiss) Been on that social media platform nigh three months, and while it seems most people use it as an opportunity to air out the phantoms in their heads, occasionally you get put on to some edutainment that make ya go hummina hummina hummina. Instead of some Hands Across America bullshit, we got Ears To The Street Across The Mothafuckin' World! Shout outs to Twitter user for the heads up on some of these lists.
Ayo so I try to keep my ear to the streets, but sometimes that shit gets hot and starts fryin my ear and I gotta recuperate to some Jim Croce and Ricki Lee Jones while my bitch reads my fortune in tea leaves.
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