New Shit.

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Food for thought….Cole and Kendrick are making hip hop music that will be celebrated and studied 50 years from now.

Check out the visual for “ATM” from KOD, Cole’s newest project below. It’s fire, as usual.

Don’t @ me with that face tattoo, Xan rap shit either. Rappers rap, so get your bars up.

Kill Our Demons.


Zombie Gang.

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Racism is still alive. Absolute power still corrupts, absolutely. The Internet is still brimming with fake tits and relationship memes. The truth is today’s reality revolves around whether or not you have unlimited data. Who got the hotspot? We’re living in high speed times. We are the walking dead. Cue the Zombie Gang.

Flatbush Zombies’ second album, Vacation In Hell, dropped this a few weeks back and if you’ve been following this bunch of intentional weirdos you’re in on the joke. They’re the only contemporary crew bridging the gap between the clownish, gimmicky side of rap (outlandish clothing and wild drug fueled brags) and real hip hop sauce. They might live in Alice’s rabbit hole, but they can rap for real.

Vacation In Hell is worth your time. The Glorious Dead strike again.

Man of the Woods

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Justin Timberlake’s 5th studio album, Man of the Woods, is a fantastic mess. It’s a weird hybrid of pop, hip hop, and corny chart-country that could only be made by a superstar who doubles as an egomaniac; in other words it’s art that is uninhibited by budget or awareness of audience.

Man of the Woods is a welcomed left turn that actually makes sense for an artist who has nothing left to prove. At 16 songs it’s a bit overcooked, and while some of the messages feel mixed (what woods is he talking about, he’s from Memphis?), ultimately it’s a sprawling opus of millennial pop made for the aging parents who still embrace Timberlake’s choices.

The album feels less about mans relationship to nature as it does about man coming to grips with pop music in 2018. Prince is dead, rap is dying one face tattoo at a time, and we’re on the sideline as Justin Timberlake makes sense of it by sorting out the noise between his ears whilst donning a flannel, a beanie, and a pair of custom Jordan 3’s.

Haters will bash the silly concept of Man of the Woods while die hards will stand by Timberlake as he continues to boast that the record is “Modern Americana with 808’s”. Don’t take any of it seriously. It’s a pop record for right now; a mixed bag of gems and forgettable chances that is fun enough to keep you busy while changing diapers or popping bottles.

Fanatics Be Like…

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How about this new Drake “EP”? This dude is so pompous that he’s calling two new songs an EP. The concept is comical. But what’s more hilarious is the mediocrity of the songs themselves. I am fully convinced this guy is wholly bored with the art he creates. He sounds more and more disinterested with every release. Listening to Drake is like hearing Ben Stein read a grocery list. The. Monotony. Is. Killing. Me.

He only loves his bed and his mama, and he’s sorry. That indeed, Aubrey. Quite sorry.  Simple suggestion? Try harder. Not for the fans that will follow you into the dark one shitty bar at a time. But for the culture. Or your legacy. Or for the sake of rapping for raps sake. Do more. And while we’re at it, stop stealing artwork fam. You have plenty of bread to commission something you can call your own.

Drake fans, feel free to sound off up top.



Mom’s Spaghetti #1

New Favorite Rappers

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My job isn’t to convince you that I have good taste in music. At this point, you should just trust my recommendations, and keep it pushing.  Here’s a new feature for 2018 (I know I’m early, I just wanted to get this first pack into your hands) called Mom’s Spaghetti. Three new rappers who can (and will) go bar for bar with your current favorite MC’s. Comment and let me know how this post changed your life.

CRIMEAPPLE: NJ is my least favorite state to drive through. Route 17 is a perpetual strip mall, and besides a White Castle and a few good diners it’s a land that I can do without. While I shit on Jersey in jest, it’s home to some of the greatest rappers of all time. Redman, Joe Budden (don’t @ me, Joey goes harder than any mumbling idiot on your Spotify playlist), Lauryn Hill, Naughty By Nature, GDP… the list goes on and on. Add CRIMEAPPLE to that mix. This kid is burning up right now on the strength of Metralletahis tremendous debut. He’s EL-P mixed with Roc Marciano. A thinker with limitless metaphors, unafraid to boast with the best of the East Coast newcomers. I’m ready for CRIMEAPPLE’S huge 2018.

El Camino: There’s no denying that Griselda Records completely dominated the game in 2017. Front man Westside Gunn is quietly quarterbacking a fucking movement, signing to Shady and putting out projects from Conway, Benny, and their newest soldier, El Camino, all while selling out drop after drop of fire merch. Camino’s a Baton Rouge kid who sounds like he’s used to hand to handing bags on the corner while trying to dig his car out of a Buffalo snow storm. He’s young and hungry and just as grimy as anything we’ve heard in NY in years. A perfect fit for the Grisela/Shady camp, be sure to check out his debut mixtape which features the late Prodigy as well as Conway and Westside Gunn. GxFR.

Lou The Human: Lou’s debut, the amazing Humaniac, leads off with back to back tracks which sample Wu Tang and DJ Shadow. I was hooked from that point on. This kid is a Staten Island menace who’s digested equal parts early Eminem and Tyler, the Creator to lay the foundation for his ‘go fuck yourself’ persona, translating beautifully in his controversially hilarious stream-of-conscious bars. He captures the sound of slowly losing your mind on wax that hasn’t been felt since we first caught wind of a bleach-topped Slim Shady many, many years ago. 2018 is Lou’s year. You’ve been warned, meet the new Rosanne.

Everyday Struggle Without Joe? Simply the Struggle.

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Complex had a gold mine with Everyday Struggle. DJ Akademiks and Joe Budden brought separate crowds to an electric space each morning, and they put up NUMBERS. Ak was the new school kid championing the music that Budden considered trash, and the act was executed with perfection on a daily basis.

Complex is owned by Verizon, and Verizon isn’t down with abrasive Joe Budden. Negotiation time came and went and Joe didn’t budge, so Complex moved on without him. Colossal mistake on Complex’s end. Joe summed it up perfectly on his podcast last week. “The ad revenue bag with Joe and without Joe are two different bags”, and that’s the truth Ruth. Joe made the show move. Sure, Ak has his YouTube niche and he’ll keep that momentum whether Everyday Struggle lives or dies, but it was salty-ass old head Joe that gave the show it’s competitive edge. Corporate internet/TV/radio panders, and Joe didn’t pander to shit. Suits cannot stand behind the tattooed, loud, angry Black man, and Complex/Verizon proved it.

Quietly, Joe slid over to Revolt last week and filmed a ‘Year End’ special with Charlamagne and it was fire. If there’s one man who can capitalize on Complex’s loss it’s Diddy. Diddy’s made a career making the right move, and signing Joe Budden as a media personality this second is his best possible move. Joe would do nothing more than boost the popularity of Diddy’s network, which honestly hasn’t popped quite yet. Revolt is quietly doing its thing, but the network still left of the radar for most rap fans.

For me, Complex is a wrap. I subscribed to the Complex YouTube channel for two reasons. One was Everyday Struggle, and the other was to make Jaden Smith/Beija comparisons because I swear to God they’re the same person. Either way, it’s fuck Complex for waving it’s flag and proving once again that corporate America has its head completely up his ass.

Check out the clip below of Joe letting us know what really went down. All the man wanted was smoking lounge… Enjoy your New Year and party harder than you think you can.


Tis’ The Season

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It’s the tail end of 2017 and I’m feeling some type of way. This year has been productive even though this blog has slowed way down. I know there’s still plenty of traffic checking this site for new content and I didn’t work hard enough to find a balance that allowed me to post here a few times a week. In the meantime I had the opportunity to create for some new outlets in 2017 that delivered my work to massive audiences I likely wouldn’t have reached on my own.

While I’m not ungrateful for the chances I’ve had in 2017, I’m not holding my breath in 2018. There’s a certain restlessness that comes with being a writer. You put a piece together, you receive your edits, you tear it down and build it back up…then you wait.  And you wait.  And you wait.  Moving forward, features and interviews will be directly uploaded to this site. I’m also going to continue to share my fiction here. It’s not in my nature to sit around. Complacency makes me sick, so I’m not stashing ideas and waiting for phantom call backs. We’re cutting the Slack. We’re letting it rip.

If you’re a blogger or run a site and want some content, let me know. If you’re an artist and want your music/video featured here, reach out. If you’re a writer and want to collaborate on an idea, feature, or column, lets do it.

A huge thanks to my colleague Riley Wallace. He’s mentored me this year and helped me navigate the ins and outs of freelancing. He’s a real one. Read his words, they’re some of my favorites.

Lastly, my 2017 year end list isn’t necessary. Just listen to new music every week. My favorite record this year is Wiki’s No Mountains in Manhattan. Other favorite projects came from Your Old Droog, Meek, Stalley, Conway, Cyhi, Bronson, G-Eazy, Vince Staples, Oddisee, Joey Badass, Kendrick, Vic Mensa, Joyner Lucas, Hov, Dopplegangaz,  Sean Price, Dave East, Fab and Kiss, and Yelawolf.

All hail Black Thought. Philly wins again.

Thanks for rocking with me this year. Lets push things forward, it’s all love.