Archive for November, 2009



J Dilla – Anthology Vol. 1

Anyone who is familiar with my Soundtrack knows that one artist stands above all. That is producer/rapper James Yancey, better known to the world as J Dilla.

Dilla passed away in early 2006 due to complications arising from his battle with TTP, a rare blood disorder, and Lupus. This wasn’t another case of a rapper senselessly gunned down; this was the tragic loss of one of the genre’s true geniuses. While at the University of Waterloo, I wrote an extended obituary to my fallen hero. Though it comes off as embarrassingly amateur, the write-up is still available here if you are looking for a quick catch-up on his history.

The reason I bring this up now is I recently found a link to the first volume of a three-part posthumous anthology of Dilla’s work that was released earlier this year.

I’d first like to say that I advocate supporting his work more than anyone else in the industry (the struggles of his estate due to massive medical bills have been well documented.) But for any of my Taiwan brethren or anyone who might not have access to this type of album at the local HMV, this serves as an excellent introduction to his work. Whether of not you were aware of Dilla Dawg’s involvment in such classics as The Pharcyde’s “Runnin'” or Common’s “The Light,” this is a good chance to turn in your late pass for one of the best to ever do it.

You’re welcome.


Nu Carrera Lu

Something new from one of the best lyricists of the young generation, and arguably in the game period, Lupe Fiasco. Here, Wasalu goes in over other artists’ tracks for a traditional style mixtape. But the verbiage is hardly traditional. This shit is hot off the presses. Get it while the gettin’s good.

Lupe Fiasco – Enemy of the State: A Love Story

Spotted: Rap Radar


Where are you Yeezy?

Since his latest public embarrassment at the MTV Video Awards and subsequent fail on Jay Leno’s new digs, Mr. West has been relatively quiet. Here is my open letter to “The New Elvis” (with apologies to Kool Keith):

Thank you, Kanye. The longer you stay out of the spotlight, the fewer opportunities you give me to be conflicted about my opinion of you. You have made some music that, as much as your douchebaggery makes me want to deny, is some of the best of the decade. But by continuing to soil your pants in front of the whole world, you become harder and harder to support. That said, your Russell Jones impression was pretty fucking G’d up, so I’ll give you a pass on that one.

With your constant fuckery, the one incident I will never forgive now seems like ancient history. During your 2006 stop in The Land of Happiness for the MTV Europe Awards, you made your bum rushing debut and made your now-infamous ignorance known to the world.

Having recently tried unsuccessfully to delve into the trendy world of electro, I came away feeling like I haven’t popped nearly enough pills to fully embrace the genre. That said, several acts have caught my attention including Justice, the French duo responsible for creating the video that beat you out in ’06 and got your LV panties in a bunch. While sifting YouTube for their past hits, I came across the winning video for their remix of Simian’s “We are Your Friends.” I came away highly impressed and further convinced that you are, as Obama put it, a jackass.

You admitted on stage that you hadn’t seen the video. Well, I’ll let you be the judge.

(Couldn’t find an embeddable version. Fucking tricksters.)

Ironically, you speak on losing credibility. Bold move for someone who had just done something as shortsighted and RTRD’D as you. You can blame the Louis all you want, but last time I checked that excuse was reserved for high school girls after waking up in the backup quarterback’s bed. If you can’t act right when you’re “sippy-sippin,” perhaps you should stick to wine coolers. And it certainly doesn’t excuse the fact that, regardless of your cameos and budget, your video wasn’t that hot. Or the fact that YOU ADMITTED TO NOT SEEING THE WINNING VIDEO!

Could you sink any lower? Of course you could. Instead of sticking to your word or even admitting that your video didn’t stand up to that of Justice vs. Simian, you decided to bite their style. For “Stronger,” your most successful single to date, you jacked incorporated the vogue electro sound in a blatant attempt to garner of club spins. Alright, cool. Another pass granted. Every artist wants to broaden their appeal, so I can see your motivation. But then you went out and stole Justice’s (superfresh) video concept for your next effort, never giving them any credit for helping shape your ever-changing tastes.


[livevideo id=F7D13D81397C4A61BF231B8D7087F247/440517/good-life-kanye-west-feat-t.aspx]
Good Life – Kanye West Feat. T-Pain VIDEO EXPLICIT UNCUT

Dope video? Yes. But as someone who claims and wants so badly to be the defining artist of the present generation, I figure you would see the value in originality. Do you, fam. And if you choose not to, give credit where credit is due.

Your Humble Narrator.



Occasionally, I will shine a light on some product that is inexcusable, indefensible, and borderline vomit inducing. My purpose? Encouragement for some of you that love hip-hop to go out and support artists who are putting out worthwhile material. I’m as guilty as anyone when it comes to downloading, but we the consumers can do our best to help separate the weak from the obsolete.

Nicki Minaj, OJ Da Juiceman & Waka Flocka: Step Your Rap Game Up!

If you weren’t convinced that the market is oversturated, disgust yourself for 150 seconds. But grab a mahfuggin bucket. I’ve heard Nicki spit a few decent bars (her BET Award cypher verse comes to mind), but this shit is embarrassing. Someone needs to take the fucking scrotum out of OJ’s throat. And it’s a dame shame when some lame, who out of all remaining choices selected the rap alias Waka Flocca, is the pinnacle of a “freestyle” session with the hot dookie that flies out of his mouth on this one. I genuinely feel embarrassed for these three. Honestly, how the fuck does this not get left on the cutting room floor?

Cop real shit.


A Fix

A few short months after the providing Mixtape of the Year candidate “4180: The Prescription”, Pill is back with “4075: The Refill.” Dude is in a class with Malice, Pusha T, Ricky Rawse, Jeezy, and T.I. when it comes to bringing freshness to coke rap.


Home of the Greats

A triple dose of nostalgic shit from a couple of New York’s finest, courtesy of Spine Magazine.

Cormega f/ Styles P & Prodigy – “Dirty Game”

NYGz – “Ready?”

First up, a double shot from NYC personified, DJ Premier. It’s feeling like ’96 again hearing Sickle Cell P on some Primo goodness, and Cormega proves why he was once considered one of The Apple’s most rotten. NYGz are yet-again forgettable over Preem’s vintage cuts.

Rakim – “Working for You”

It’s been a decade since Rakim last solo joint and more than twenty years since he changed the game alongside Eric B. But this week, The God MC returns to Wal-Mart shelves with The Seventh Seal. My expectations for the project were low after the failed resurrection with Dr. Dre and Aftermath, yet The 18th Letter shows that he still ain’t no joke with this album cut featuring a soulful Jake One production. Recognize a real God when you see one.


Masterpiece Theater

10 years, to the day. Still waiting on our next appointment. Still D.R.E.