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OF SUCK

a-la circa 1989 Public Enemy?

2000 = rap was still inclusive enough you might see work the angles on 106 & park

Yeah, but why would you want to?

* "What's happening? I keep my dreadlocks in a napkin ring." - From Deltron 3030
* "Can I chime in? I'll still be rhymin' when I'm in your hymen." - MTV, Get off the Air, Part II
* "I'll never forget the time Austin got lost in Boston because it rhymes." - Heartfelt Experiment
* "In 5th grade she used to draw horses. Now she's a dominatrix, and she's shaved off her eyebrows. I just don't understand." - A Very Sad Story
* "I push the envelope so far it says, 'Excuse you.'" - Excuse You
* "My Brain makes the earth dark though I'm hung like a birth mark." - Joy of Your World
* "-Like Alfred E. Newman asking "What, Me Understand?" Catch me fleeing from France peeing my pants with Ice Cream in my hands" - Schmuck Busters
* "Your Talents are bite-sized, it's no surprise you rhyme with white guys." - MTV, Get off the Air, Part II
* "Friends memories fade. We're remembered by what we made, so I intertwined my rhymes and my mind into a braid." - Excuse You.
* "My dandy voice makes the most anti-choice granny's panties moist." - Cock Mobster, reprised from MTV Get off the Air Part II
* "I like shorn quim lasses in horn-rimmed glasses, but Cindy Crawford offered." - Cock Mobster
* "A Hand Job�s a Man�s Job. Yo' Job�s a Blow Job." - Salvation Barmy
* "Smirkin' jocks with hackysacks and Birkenstocks and khaki slacks. I'm the hypest lyricist, while they're like, 'What type of beer is this?' " - MTV Get off the Air Part II
* "Had I made a mockery of their culture, like the Choco Taco? Was I to rap as France was to Morocco? Was I:rap::France:Morocco?"
* "I made Tahnee Welch punanni felch while her mommy belched!"

The Platform : #74
Expansion Team : #36
Neighborhood Watch : #55
20/20 : #97

also the dishonor of housing the worst beatnuts & premo beats of all time

babu kinda looks like jadakiss

"Writing a thesis on ebonics unconcious of using poor grammar..."

-- ddrake (ddrak...)

Wow, how did he manage to rap that exactly?

Recurring Elements
The phrase "Did I fail to mention..." occurs in the songs Tractorbeam, Blastic, and Townie.
The dog bark at the end of "Robotdog" appears at 1:42 in the song Blastic (when he mentions his dog).
The phrase "I rock the mic..." is found in multiple songs.

Little Johnny from the Hospitul is Company Flow's second album and was released in 1999.

The term "instrumental hip-hop" does not do this album anything resembling justice. Perhaps Noam Chomsky and Steven Pinker can collaborate on a split EP to invent a new word worthy to describe Johnny's "genre," preferably a word that makes you queasy about the coming technological apocalypto-revolution at its mere utterance.

"Comp" primes the listener for dark brutality when DJ Mr. Len scratches "Profession is rippin' tracks. So if you're ready, have plenty of back...cuz I attack" while chopped voices are strangled through the room. The next three songs turn your quarters into a third-eye movie about walking down a prison hallway in strobe-light slow motion at midnight through Venetian-blind shadows, wearing plastic 3-D glasses and a Rammellzee mask. Oh yeah - while being molested. "Suzy Pulled a Pistol on Henry"'s drum beat trips in the middle like a funky robot and ends with a quicksilver-drizzling cymbal, looped for your pleasure like a cocaine rat at the feeder bar over and over for 6 minutes. "Friend vs. Friend" puts a microphone in skin to record fear seeping through pores, then lopes through molasses riding on a clydesdale made of trumpets after your neighborhood tollbooth worker chants, "I'm gonna KILL someone." To make sure you don't get up from your slouch couch for the next 60 minutes, "Linoleum" dissects your cerebellar x-y-z matrix with backtracking drum freaks, doubling back on themselves while someone presses down rhythmically on a xylophone made of liquid titanium frogs. "Workers Needed" takes the "Holy Mountain" clips from "Funcrusher Plus" and isolates the infinite galactic assembly-line slavery vibe in boiled-down format with truly minimalist bamboo-torture click-beats. "Gigapet Epiphany" opens a man-hole in the roof of the universe and shines a beam of shimmering tv-static on your face while drums huddle, train, march to combat and triumph. It doesn't hurt that the benevolent voice of God in all its splendor makes a scratched cameo, and for the last time, the word of God is "So." "BMS Digital" takes the listener immediately back down to bowels, skipping along the surface of sewer slime on the wake of a Rammellzee wave-runner. In case the drums of Gigapet missed any heathens, the martial heartbeats return on "Worker Ant Uprise" to convert every remaining savage in the galaxy to the church of hip-hop celebrated at the mighty St. El-P Cathedral. "World of Garbage" tricks you into thinking the struggle is futile, that man's fulfilled search for meaning always lands him in an insane asylum or under a bridge, but you're wrong. You're saved. The universe as you know it negatives itself like a gastropod on "Happy Happy Joy Kill," reavealing a variegated Moebius-strip bass string of rainbow coils. It's okay. Follow this path, and yes, you will go insane, but only the truly immortal ever do.

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hahahahaha

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:D :D :D

"Friend vs. Friend" puts a microphone in skin to record fear seeping through pores, then lopes through molasses riding on a clydesdale made of trumpets after your neighborhood tollbooth worker chants, "I'm gonna KILL someone." To make sure you don't get up from your slouch couch for the next 60 minutes, "Linoleum" dissects your cerebellar x-y-z matrix with backtracking drum freaks, doubling back on themselves while someone presses down rhythmically on a xylophone made of liquid titanium frogs.

With the exception of Tupac Shakur, Gift of Gab is without a doubt the strongest MC to ever come out of the Bay Area. Whether working with Chief Xcel as Blackalicious, or doing solo work on “Fifth Dimensional Rocket Ships Going Up” Gift of Gab has consistently proven himself to be a top notch MC.

Let’s break down this MC down by his strengths and weaknesses:

Strengths:

Lyrical content. Gift of Gab is one of the few emcees out there that can mix dope battle tracks with socially conscious songs. “Alphabet Aerobics,” where he raps the entire alphabet, and “Chemical Calisthenics” where he actually works his way through the periodic table are some of the most wickedly original songs ever written, while songs like “Make You Feel That Way” not only make you think but plug your heartstrings.

Speed. Following in the footsteps of E-40, another Bay Area rapper, Gift of Gab is one of the fastest rappers out there. His breath control is amazing on record; it’s as if he can rap over 30 bars without taking a breath. The very first track on “Fifth Dimensional Rocket Ships Going Up” is one of the most amazing exercises of breath control I’ve ever heard.

Original rhyme patterns. Simply put, Gab is a true master when it comes to developing original rhyme schemes. For example, take a look at “Green Light: Now Begin:” his flow has a very distinguishable swagger to it.

Weaknesses:

Struggles with catchy hooks. This is a very common affliction of MCs worldwide. You can write some of the dopest rhymes ever, but it’s damn near impossible to write catchy hooks. Most of the choruses from blackalicious are cuts from other tracksStill, it’s touch to deny that the beats are still banging.

Lackluster live performance.
I’ve seen Gift of Gab perform three times, and have never been terribly impressed with his performance. He’s a really big guy, and it’s hard for him to move around the stage and interact with the crowd. It probably doesn’t help that two of the three times I saw him perform, Lyrics Born (one of the greatest live MCs I’ve ever seen) was a special guest.

Vocal quality. While he’s highly adept at changing flow patterns, Gift of Gab rarely changes the emotional quality in his voice. He’s a lot like Nas in that respect; always very calm, cool and collected. It makes certain tracks unbelievable; particularly when he is trying to come across as angry and upset. If you say you’re pissed off, you sure as hell better sound like you mean it.

This is the first installment of the masters of their craft. We’ll continue to look at some of the best rappers that are out there today, as well as some of the all time greats. Let me know some current MCs that you’d like to see on this board, and we’ll get cracking.

man E for a guy who could & should be writing some of the most helpful, insightful, elucidating rap criticism of anybody out there, you sure do waste a fair amount of time calling out dudes who're not as good as you while refusing to put yr own actual gifts into constructive practice, and you know I only say this shit outta love & respect for you but this kinda thing while lulzy is beneath you, elevate that game man

I know this is some old man dad bullshit but I fuckin had to say it man

but having said that

With the exception of Tupac Shakur, Gift of Gab is without a doubt the strongest MC to ever come out of the Bay Area.

LOL

I know this is some old man dad bullshit but I fuckin had to say it man

-- J0hn D., Wednesday, 11 June 2008 02:32 (2 minutes ago) Bookmark Link

You should use your massive music industry pull to ensure that decent young music writers actually have a regular paid outlet, rather than having to subliminate their writing skills into increasingly snarky mesage board posts.

practice what you preach dom

That was the joke

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not only make you think but plug your heartstrings.

ethan turned down my offer to try and find him a spot writing press releases for def jux, I did my bit

wait i did?

my emoticon key is broken

ill take that gig if he wont

the return of rob threezy

I saw this guy put on a fine show in Minneapolis last weekend.

if ethan got a real paying job writing and stopped c/ping this stuff i wouldnt have any herbs to laugh at in order to make myself feel better

not only make you think but plug your heartstrings.

writing is lame. only crazy ppl write. writing is a show off

I get there too late to catch Lupe Fiasco, the one performer I was genuinely hoping to see, and in fact, the one song of the night that I was most genuinely looking forward to—“Superstar,” one of my most-played tracks from last year, according to iTunes—is already wrapping up by the time I finally get past security, where I’m held up by a girl with a Foo Fighters tattoo (on the back of her neck, no less) emptying her cavernous purse. I hear that infectious Matthew Santos hook drifting up from the arena and run to see—and fuckity fuck fuck, it’s not a recording, Santos is here to do it live, and I fucking missed it.

Sean O'Neal (city editor, Austin) spent most of his good years playing in several almost-made-it bands and holding down jobs with varying degrees of indignity. Like some other A.V. Club staffers, O'Neal received "the call" while working at a video store. To this day, he hasn't gotten used to the idea that no one expects him to open tomorrow. O'Neal's writing began in earnest with the seventh-grade humor column "Mindless Chatter," which quickly earned him the nickname "the Dave Barry of Bailey Junior High," a reputation he is still trying to live up to. He would also like to clarify that—despite persistent Internet rumors—he is not the guy from Clarissa Explains It All. (Really.) O'Neal lives a life of quiet desperation in Austin, where he can usually be found getting into clubs without paying.

NOT Rabin???

dear mr. rabin-- i renege that i tried to talk drama at u, & i respect ur writing most of the time & often reminisce abt that time you got deep into dave eggers' mindstate

-- luriqua, Saturday, February 24, 2007 2:53 PM (1 year ago) Bookmark Link

fuckity fuck fuck!

Weaknesses:
Struggles with catchy hooks. This is a very common affliction of MCs worldwide.