Showing posts with label Birdman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birdman. Show all posts

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Bun B vs. Drake

One of the oldest in the game and one of the youngest. One of the southest and one of the northest. Bun B & Drake: the King of the Underground and the King of Canadian Teen Television Dramas.

The two first got together on wax over So Far Gone's Boi-1da banger "Uptown". Of course, Bun happened to only be tagging along as the third wheel of the 87th Drake/Wayne collabo. After that, Daddy must've recognized that his children were playing nice together because Birdman reprised their collective combo in the song "Mo Milli" (produced by ... Boi-1da) for his Pricele$$ album.  Bun B took the initiative from there and kept Drake on two additional (guess who ...) Boi-1da beats for his new Trill O.G. album. I guess that double take made up for Drake only letting Bun have a half-bar ad-lib on "Miss Me" instead of fully recreating the Drake/Bun/Wayne triumvirate. And to finish it all off in historic style, Drake's most recently made an appearance on Pimp C's posthumous album, The Naked Soul of Sweet Jones, on the Bun-approved UGK joint "What Up". I don't exactly know why the two hit it off as great as they did, but obviously the music is there to prove there's a legitimate respect between the two hip hop giants.

2009
Drake - Uptown (feat. Bun B & Lil' Wayne)
Birdman - Mo Milli (feat. Drake & Bun B)
Bun B - It's Been a Pleasure (feat. Drake)
2010
Bun B - Put It Down (feat. Drake)
UGK - What Up (feat. Drake)
Bonus: Drake - Miss Me (feat. Lil' Wayne)

... and do the John Wall.

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Sunday, July 26, 2009

True Story, My Closet is Like Two Stories


Now for the official record, Rick Ross bores me to tears. I don't care that he's the most ridiculously stagnant coke rapper in the industry or that he's 500 pounds and dirty while trying to pass himself off as a desirable dude. I don't even care that his punchlines are more stale than Monica Lewinsky joke two presidents later. And even after that I don't care that he was a correctional officer before he was a fake drug pin. I don't like him simply because of that fugly chain he wears of himself. I mean, majority of his music does suck pretty bad since he frickin' has only one emotion as the pseudo-suave cocaine-selling lady-wrangler. That's true, too. Whichever aspect of his fake life it is that you dislike him for is irrelevant however when listening to one of the incarnations of "Maybach Music".

You know what? I think I'd want Ross to executive produce my album. He picks exactly half the production & exactly half the guest features. Then he gets kicked out the studio. I can't let him mess anything up after that.

Rick Ross -

... but do take my word for it. iTunes Rick Ross Deeper Than Rap link

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Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Expectations


This pretty much goes hand-in-hand with the previous Kanye post, but I've been thinking recently about what people expect from the rappers they listen to. I think that's mainly where hip hop gets its bad rap. Hmmm ...

Why would I listen to Young Jeezy unless I was in the mood to hear nursery rhyme paraphrasing from a self-proclaimed non-rapper? Why would I listen to 50 Cent unless I want to hear him going at another hip hop figure with more talent than him, threatening to murder his siblings, household pets, and the family doctor's entire patient list? I mean, the easy counter to that point is the fact that thugged-out mother goose rap is forced down our throats as the majority representation on any urban or pop radio station. Even worse on your frequent offender TV music video channels.

But that's pretty much a moot point in that radio-intended music moves the most numbers, in turn receiving the most promotion, and furthering the watered down intentions of many musicians to cease creativity and fit in a radio-friendly brand. But for the most part, I've solved that issue in my life. It's two things mainly:
1) equipping your internet's "favorites" bar
2) having a transportable car setup for your iPod

I should write a self-help book. Goodness. I see all these rapper interviews all over the place and the most retarded question ever (and one that is always asked) is what they think about the state of hip hop. Everyone asks questions they already know. Do you really need Obama to tell you during the Stat of the Union that the economy is on par with a Lil' Wayne toilet metaphor? Radio sucks and the underground scene is whiny. What other insight do you think they have that everyone else hasn't already said? But even with all of that, there's still about a hundred dead nice emcees, vets and newcomers alike, who consistently make dope music. It's that simple.

Who are you listening to? What blogs are you hitting up? Do you leave comments in support of quality artists? Do you big up rappers on their MySpace pages? You ever try to contact an indie-type artist you actually enjoy? Too many people straight complain on end like their cries for revolt will change the music industry. But it won't. Any machine driven strictly by money will remain corrupted. But individual souls aren't corrupted.

I control the playlist on my headphones. I cop the albums I think are worth my money. I bothered brandUn DeShay and Praverb enough until they musically hooked up with me. That's what I can control.

If Lil' Boosie comes on, I expect a chalk board-pitched spelling marathon. If Lil' Wayne comes on, I expect a dope line or two sprinkled in with ish jokes and autotuned moaning while people sweat it regardless. But I'll tell you what I don't expect. I don't expect to bump Gucci Mane or Jim Jones or Birdman or a multitude of others and actually feel a passion for quality, fulfilling music through their sounds.

So lastly, I ask you ... what did you ever expect from anyone?

... put 'em both together and you got yourself a super spork.

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