MIKE G Taken by Mac Miller
YOOOOOOOOO THIS IS PERFECT ON SO MANY LEVELS
You Know Kendrick is Killing it , when Pharell got the SQUIDWARD face just vibing!!
“You Know Kendrick is Killing it , when Pharell got the SQUIDWARD face just vibing!!”
Song of the Day, Pusha Man, on Chance the Rapper’s relatively new album, Acid Rap. This song conveys the erratic energy of Chance’s album. Practically two songs, with two completely different energies. The beginning refers sexual references the tone is mellow. “I got that mmm mmm, I got that God damn, I’m your pusha man…” Chilidish Gambino makes another appearance on the background vocals. However, after a moment of silence a new beat drops, a sad melodic transfusion of tones which adds to the whole sporadic feeling that acid rap is supposed to acquire to it’s listeners. “I been running around with my blunt on my lips, and my gun on my hip…” Being a pusha man takes on a whole new meaning.
Chance the Rapper’s new mixtape Acid Rap has been hailed as anything but conventional. In an interview with MTV, Chance describes this release as “acid jazz influenced,” as well as a “critical discourse analysis that evokes people to analyze words and rhetoric.” This marks a departure from the more standard hip-hop on 10 Day, the Chicago rapper’s first mixtape. Watch the full interview here.
That Chance The Rapper released his second mixtape, Acid Rap, on April 30, during Chicago’s first truly summer-like day of the year hardly seems coincidental. Summer invites conflicting emotions in the city, especially near the South Side neighborhoods where Chance was raised. On one hand, the warm weather signals the return of cookouts, beach trips, and exposed skin, but it also brings with it the skyrocketing threat of gun violence. And sure enough, like cruel clockwork, once temperatures in Chicago hit the 80s on April 30, shootings claimed three lives and left more than a dozen others wounded. Chance captures both sides of summer on Acid Rap, an intoxicatingly soulful listen that’s often as bright and joyous as those long-awaited first days of open-window weather, but also that’s sobered by the understanding that the city’s most beautiful days are also its most dangerous. “It just got warm out, this the shit I’ve been warned about / I hope that it storm in the morning, I hope that it’s pouring out,” the 20-year-old raps with shell-shaken timidity on “Pusha Man.” “Everybody dies in the summer,” he shivers, “so pray to God for a little more spring.”
Acid Rap’s portraits of growing up amid temptation and crossfire feel familiar; Kendrick Lamar explored these themes exhaustively just six months ago on Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City. As a young natural-born rapper with a showy technique and a nonsensical accent—he rhymes in a squawky, groggy scat that thankfully proves less grating than it seems on first exposure—Chance is destined to attract Lamar comparisons, and that’s fair, given that he seems to have cribbed at least a few ideas from his West Coast counterpart. There’s no mistaking the rappers’ personalities or presences, though. Where Lamar is saddled with a teetotaler’s conscience, Chance is a transparent druggie with a smoker’s voice and a stoner’s wandering mind. He telegraphs his drug use at every turn; it’s visible in his bloodshot eyes, and you can smell it on his cigarette-burned hoodie. And where Lamar is fundamentally left-brained, Chance is, true to his jazz singer’s voice, free and impulsive, an unabashed romantic. He vests every story with open-hearted emotion, whether he’s reliving a woozy hookup on “Lost” (“Damn, I’m in so deep / Probably cause you’re empty / You can’t even speak / Damn your mouth so minty”) or hiding from the ghost of a murdered friend on “Acid Rain” (“I seen it happen, I see it always / He still be screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways.”)
What’s most amazing about Acid Rap isn’t Chance’s talent, but how eagerly he employs it. There’s hardly a track where he isn’t pushing or testing himself, or somehow going out of his way to dazzle with torrential wordplay or euphoric, dopamine-pumped production. More than a shared ear for feel-good soul, it’s that mastery of the wow factor that positions Chance as a successor to fellow Chicagoan Kanye West. What he’s accomplished with Acid Rap is nothing short of remarkable: Just two years removed from high school, and with no label support, he’s crafted the most assured breakthrough Chicago rap release since The College Dropout.
Chance The Rapper - Acid Rain
Ebonee’s DJ-ing Adventures
Back in the day when.. let me stop. My father, the infamous DJ Quiz passed his notes to his daughter, Dj Souled Out (on the ones and twos). Our opinion of bonding time is by bonding through music. So we headed to Rodney’s house (the guy in the red) and turned on the Serrato. This was my first time ever practicing my skills, and it is not that easy.
TommyPom digs Converse’s new music Tumblr.
On his 39th birthday, here’s 39 pieces of J Dilla tribute art —> http:// bit.ly/d1llArt
Summer 2011: Swag shit, Obey Snapbacks, Jordans
Winter 2011: The Weeknd, Hipster shit, Doc Martens