Author Archive for David

10
Jun
10

Somanyshrimp Roach Gigz interview


Anyway I’m feeling the new mixtape a whole bunch. What I like about it the most I think is that although I hear the early Em / late Wayne (esp on that first track) / Mac Dre influence you seem to really sound like yourself. Was that something that you feel came easily to you, or did you have to work at it? Like, when you first came out, who were the cats you were really trying to imitate? Which rapper was the one where you were like “this is what I’ve gotta do?”

I really can’t explain it brah. Like I just rap how it comes to me, and it comes out different everytime. The people that you mentioned have definitly inspired me, they are the best, and I grew up listening to em’. If I felt like there was an artist where I was like I gotta do it like him, it would be Mac Dre, and that’s simply because he was so good at doing himself, he was the greatest at that, and I think that’s all we as people can aspire to be. But I still ain’t found my sound. I’m getting closer and closer, and I’m almost there, but I think I’m just perfecting what I started more than searching for something new. So in that sense, it comes easy to me because it is me. Being great takes practice and that’s what I do, I practice. Eventually I’m going to be playing in the big game and I got to be ready.

Can you tell me a bit about where it was you first started rapping (school lunchroom type shit? in your bedroom? on the street?) Who were the people you would rap with? How old were you/where was it/are any of your good friends (other than Lil 4tay obviously) still doing it? Was there someone in the neighborhood you & friends really looked up to who isnt doing it any more?

It started with Kid $hit. That’s what we called ourselves. We used to just chill in my cuz’s apartment on Octavia, in the stair case, same place where we would smoke and take bitches or whatever, and the homies would just take turns spitting freestyles acapella or to a beat someone pounded on the wall. Real OG hip-hop movie type shit. Back then I never rapped though, I always just watched, I was like 14/15 and most of my patnas were a few years older than me. I was just lightweight intrigued with the shit, I never thought I could ever rap. The first time I really rapped on my own was in ’06. I had a bootleg pro-tools program called Cool Edit on my computer, and I went out and got a $20 radio shack mic, downloaded some beats of Limewire, and started making songs. It all started a couple months after someone really close to me had got shot, and for a minute I thought we were going to lose him. It was fucked up because he was my best friend, but I was into the bullshit and he wasn’t, he got a college scholarship around the same time I got put in juvenile hall, and I was just angry as fuck that it happened to him of all people, and on top of everything it was just seconds after I left him. But long story short, he pulled through, and hes the first person I ever played any of those songs for. He was feelin’ him so tough he gave me the confidence to keep makin’ music. And I did. Eventually me and my Lil 4 started making music together, and that’s when everything really popped off. Me and 4 were already cool as fuck and when we started making music it just clicked. As far as Kid $hit, my brah’s Cheese and Mackin Reese still making music with the Mango Mob. Cheese was always gassin’ and when me and 4 started really poppin’ he was serving a 3-year-sentance in Y.A. He heard I was rappin through letters I sent but the first time he ever heard me on a real song was when he was still in Y.A. and Mistah Fab and DJ Espinoza played our song YOY on Wild 94.9′s Yellow Bus Radio. That shit was crazy.

what was the first rap song you remember rapping along with? or what was your favorite, when you were like 16 years old.

It’s between Summer Time In The LBC by the Dove Shack, and Gangsta’s Paradise by Coolio. Summer Time In The LBC was me and my moms favorite song back when I was in elementary school, I remember driving to school and listening to KMEL, I knew every word when it came on, and I even performed Summer Time in the LBC in my third grade class talent show. Eventually we went out and bought the Dove Shack album cassette tape that had that song on it, and once we popped it in the intro came on and my mom heard all that cussing, well lets just say I never heard that whole tape. See before she had just heard the clean version, because thats what was on the radio, but she wasn’t having that parental advisory shit after that. I used to hide my Doggystyle CD in my room and listen to it on headphones. But that was all when I was real young, when I was 16 shit, it was all Dre, The Carter, and random Bay shit.

Whats youre favorite Mac Dre tape??

Genie Of The Lamp, with Al Boo Boo and Ronald Dregan coming in second and third. But when I was younger I used to really rock with Its Not What You Say But How You Say It. Dre only got better with time, that U.S. Open was clappin’ too. I know the shit he was workin’ on before he passed would have shit on everybody. Its sad to think about.

When did you start to take rapping really seriously? what happened where you realized you just had to do something productive with it? was it just the money or a shitty job? when did your current rap style click & did you just figure out “this is IT” when it happened? Like, when did you feel like you had the confidence to make this work?

I started taking rap serious in ’06. It was more I fell in love with my own voice I think. When I first heard myself on the radio, I knew I could make this work. There’s no feeling like that. It couldn’t have been the money because I was barley making any. Just pure love and passion for music. But honestly though, I was young, high as an eagle eye, and I was more focused on getting bitches and having fun. I expected success to just fall in my lap, and all I had to do was make music. It doesn’t work like that. So if I think about it now, the first time I put my all into rap was the end of 2009. That’s when I shot my first video, rented my own studio space, and started making the music that ended up on Roachy Balboa.

I was really digging your raps on Roachy Balboa. Are you a Big Tymers fan?? They had that song Rocky that was big when I was in high school. Was that a track where you were trying to step up your raps particularly? were there any songs on the record where you felt like you were trying something new?

I used to love everything Cash Money did, I think everybody from the Bay did. That Rocky Balboa song used to go so stupid. I should get that beat and re-do it. But nah, I wasn’t trying to step up my rapping on that track more than I did on any other track, but I guess if I put it like that I was, that’s just what came out of me on that particular night. If I picked a track where I was trying something new it probaly would be Wish I Didn’t, just because I don’t usually have a female singing, and because I stayed on one topic rather than bouncing around, which is what my brain usually does. I think I have ADD.

What was your mindstate going into recording Roachy Balboa — were you trying to do something different? it feels like a really well-balanced set of songs compared to the earlier stuff i’ve heard.

Back when me and 4 was recording, we were teenagers we really didn’t give a fuck what we were rappin about, we were just trying to make slaps. So you might have caught a little concept, or deeper subject matter here and there, but we really wasn’t thinking about that at the time. That was ’06, ’07, and ’08. Really I didn’t rap in ’08, I don’t count that as a year I was making music, I probably made 5 songs in 365 days. There was so much other real life shit going on that I couldn’t concentrate on the music at all. Me and 4 had just moved to East Oakland, and we were still dealing with a bunch of shit going on back in the city. In 2008 I lost four people I had been close to throughout my life all due to guns, and my mind was just somewhere else man. At that point I was living like I really didn’t give a fuck. As wierd as it sounds the only thing that kept me sane was watching CNN. I was following the election so tough, my patnas would walk in my room, and just be like what the fuck, Roach is weird as fuck. So Bitch I Go Vol.1 was all recorded prior to that, me and 4 already had all these songs, no album or way to put them out, so we just released em’, and even though it was late, at least they got out there. And then Buckets And Booty Calls came and it was inspired by a part of the lifestyle I was living for a minute, and I guess I just took it to far and made a whole fuckin’ mixtape out of it. People liked it, so shit I was happy. I think Ludacris gained more from it then I did, but fuck it that’s the music industry for you. Roachy Balboa probably sounds different becuase it was the first time that my mind and actions were completely dedicated to the music. I would consider it my first official mixtape, and the only one I actually planned on making. I was choosing the studio over everything, people started seeing me less and less, but the music got better and better.

The best part of the new tape to me is it sounds like you’re really having a lot of fun the entire time. Do you think theres a reason you gravitate more towards that side of rapping than the Pac-style serious shit? I mean I think its a smart move, it works for you & is kind of refreshing right now where everyone is trying to sound Jay-Z/Bun-B Important to have a guy who just raps really, really entertainingly about shit he knows, doing it for the love.

That’s all I can do. I truly love doing this. Being fake wouldn’t work, I couldn’t look myself in the mirror knowing I was lieing to people who actually care enough about me to support my music. I got a darker, more serious side, and eventually that will come out and people will hear that side of my story, but for now life is to serious to be serious. And Pac, man, their will never be anyone like Pac, he did him to the fullest, and spoke to so many people, he was more than a great rapper, he was great period. I’m still growing too, the best rappers, Jay-Z, Eminem, all came out when they were in their late twenties. When I get to that age who knows where my mind and music will be at. Right now I’m just doing what I do, and what feels right at the moment.

You mention bumping Tear Gas on the tape. Whats your favorite track off that record? im a big fan of ‘dopest forreal’

The song with Fab is my favorite. Fab is one of the most solid people I ever met. He was and still is the only rapper in a higher position to ever show me true love, and support. I think that song brings out who that man really is. I was also feelin the one with the big homie, Frisco legend Cellski, that shit go. Jacka’s two singles were killin it too. It was dope to hear Andre Nickatina on the radio with that Glamorous Lifestyle, I been listening to Dre Dog since I was in the 7th grade.

Whats your favorite non-rap music?

Silence.

Favorite rap song you heard this year?

I can’t lie, it’s off my upcoming album. But besides my own shit, I like that new Eminem and Wayne tracked that leaked the other day. The one with the Night At The Roxburry sample. Also DB Tha General got that new Intro 2 track, that thing go so crazy.

what music do you play when you’ve got a new girl over?

No Comment.

Anything else you want to say to the readers, feel free to throw it in here:

I want to make it clear that I’m just gettin started. My son was born last week and just seeing his face gives me the motivation to go harder than ever. His life eliminates failure as an option. I hope everyone likes my face, it ain’t going no where.

06
Jun
10

Beeda Weeda – Baserock Babies Produced by DJ Fresh

Man I still don’t understand why the bay’s best artists are seen as niche/small sideshow performers when compared with the continued southern backpack rap movement on our corner of the internets but DJ Fresh is easily my favorite producer out right now.

28
May
10

I mean


wtf song is this

28
May
10

Hey they threw “Frozen Heart” up on Youtube

This song is one of my favorite Hus tracks — the way it starts off so straightforwardly, & almost underwhelming before picking up momentum, then the pause, then it picks up again, “i got a gorgeous face / but tell me whats the use of a gorgeous face when my heart is crying the blues,” building to a manic intensity — ‘in the truck in something stupid dumb disgusting cousin’ etc internal rhymes. Jazz-like in the way it makes an organized structure, the general outline of his verse, feel like it finds its shape naturally, free-flowing. The rap is written as if you’re actually following an internal monologue, the way he says “I don’t know which way to go,” then pauses in his verse, as if he’s not sure which way to go philosophically, or maybe with his life, or how to deal w/ the stresses of the situation hes in.

His style is like this blend of Raekwon’s abstract but dense lyrics, Ghost’s strained holler of a delivery. But most key to his appeal is this subtle touch of ODB-style mania, this uncertainty about where his raps are going to end up on a continuum of controlled skill vs. crazy character, his persona irreverent towards his craft, the muscular effortless way he drops lines like “focus on ya fedi hope ya ready man the cops is comin / slappin on ya stop ya runnin twistin out the box is thumpin / otha niggas kissin and humpin im whippin and dumpin / to ya uncle and ya cousin for bucks im hustlin / in the truck in something stupid dumb disgustin cousin,” while hinting at a chaotic nonsensical undercurrent that gives it energy, threatening to just push him totally over the edge at any moment. Its this tension more than anything else, this feeling that hes a live wire threatening to explode instantaneously, that gives his persona and songs so much power and significance. Theres this feeling of torrential chaos that just surrounds this all, the kind of thing (although obviously many levels of significance removed) that you would get from the sense of Pac’s uncontrolled motion towards death. It’s the same kind of on-edge embrace of the dark side that made Gucci such a magnetic figure the past few years.

I also feel the way individual lines give you such a powerful idea of the kind of person Husalah “is” (meaning Husalah the rap icon, not Husalah the person who records as Husalah the rap icon…although thats an entirely diff blurry line here) Its this artful sense of saying something without being all fucking explicit about what message you’re trying to drop. I know this is like art appreciation 101, but for some reason this kind of shit is still super-underrated by rap fans today who conflate ‘values’ with ‘sounds like UGK.’ Its the way Hus’ craziness feels real & lived in that helps confuse meaning — to what degree is he being ironic when he says his heart is crying the blues (such a heavyhanded cliche in anyone else’s hands!).

“it aint the first time that ive appeared in the physical / my father was a genius characterized as a criminal / my rhymes is subliminal, inspired by my coke dreams / my life seem bright but its as dark as a dope fiends” [gunshot]

27
May
10

Reviewed Big K.R.I.T. for pitchfork

clickety clack. man this dude became a bfd in a real quick hurry

27
May
10

Killer Mike – Grandma’s House


old as hell but still
this was my favorite joint off this album

20
May
10

More New Hus

Cant get enough

24
Apr
10

Husalah – You Neva Know

I’m anticipating this record like nothing else this year. This is by a mile the best track that’s leaked since his release. Internet rap blog game is crazy to treat what dudes like Hus & Jacka have done & are doing as anything less than leagues beyond much of the rest of rap. Keep talkin about “Exhibit C” with good reason, but Hus’ “Frozen Heart” was “Exhibit C” in 2006.

More on Husalah soon ….

Also, I reviewed DaVinci for Pitchfork.

15
Apr
10

Dub C is back and damn

27
Feb
10

gucci’s top 25 verses 2009 pt. 2: the top ten

part 1
Intro/#shots

One last thing that strikes me as notable about Gucci’s output, & tends to be an underrated part of the aesthetic judgments of rap fans in gen., is the sense of craft, & thats something refreshing that dude brings to the table in an era of loosely connected punchlines hammered home (“SOCCER TEAM!”) w/out any style. That sense of making crafted raps appear effortless.

10. Birds
it’s on person, i’m one person, but i’m twerkin’
on old national, traffickin’, call it networkin’
the bird chirpin’, it’s curb service, my pass perfect
like james worthy i dropped 40 points last thursday
but i’m wilt chamberlain, charm dancin’ and danglin’
pot scrr scrapin’ it, cookie cutters and bakeries
you hustlin’ lazily, so your wages marginal
green kush, white cane, pill color of cardinal
i blowed up, i’m blowin’ up them particles
gucci mane’s a trapper but that question’s rhetorical
go ask an oracle, better yet read an article
feds use binoculars, gucci sellin’ tilapia
twin chopp-e-rs, poppin’ ya, stand on top of ya,
helicopters transferrin’ ya to the docter-a
see i’m the author of cookie cappin’ and chargin’ ya
while i’m burnin yay in my kitchen just like an arensal

9. Pressure (1st verse)
the waves in my fade make a bitch need a surfboard
I bang on the track like GDs, crips and vice lords
bloods, latin kings, if you bang, throw your rag up…
whole clique flagged up, go and get toe tagged up
black car, white guts, you can call it oreo
gucci bring pies to your door like he dominoes
soldier like geronimo, my house big as the pentagon
out there trappin like texaco but now i’m finna buy the one
rims on my M made your trim wanna lay with him
slim with the tilted brim, flossing all the diamond gems
actually, trapping got me counting cash rapidly
wheels spin backwardly, brick squad factory

8. Weird (2nd verse)
my car got personality, the grille be smiling, honey
my rims are very charming and my leather seats are comfy
gucci major money shawty i get crazy cloudy
have a baby by me probly maybe i’ll buy you an audi
maui wowie, stupid cloudy, loudy got me rowdy rowdy
chevy caprice 73 play master p im bout it bout it
prints color mariah carey, if Nick Cannon ask about it
tell em that big gucci said it, so icey get stupid with it
drop top be, passenger seat celebrity
seven chains on so gucci mane shining heavily
cocaine heavenly, soft white prejudice
all white bricks same color as my necklace

7. She Got a Friend
9-1-1 emergency!
drop top benz is burgundy
yo girl has just been stolen from you
call that shit a burglary
hard top lambo earlier
drop top beemer later doe
chevy vette with stupid feet
got yo wife in bucket seats
stupid crib and stupid bid
gucci mane is how i live
so icey is what i am but hes not who he say he is
think a minute
maybe i get money every single minute
even when im sleepin money climbin creepin makin interest
said she got a boyfriend
but he aint the kid tho
neck cold wrist cold
diamonds in my earlobe
dom p for breakfast
rose for lunch
cristal for dinner
appetizer, 30 blunts

6. 30 Inches Rmx
Girl please!
Chevy so high baby do you see the trees?
Crawlin down the block 30s slidin like skis
look so sweet gucci mane can roll weed
71 caprice taller than my hum vee
fine red bone, best friend back seat
and then we double datin make them both date me
30 inches, chains makin haters hate me
east Atlanta day everybody looking
flashback triple gold d’s 17s
chickens on the scene I was just 15
big car, big rims all mounting
on somethin clean,
somethin yall ain’t seen.

5. Time to Eat
The Porsche porcelain
the rims are gorgeous
the earth went skrrt
it got so many horses
an all-white chain same color yo forces
an ounce a what i smoke cost double your mortgage
so icey entertainment
ima explain it
see when we come in niggas tuck in they chain, and
- i lost my train of thought bitches callin me brainless
i cant buy a burger cuz im too fuckin famous
my whip on a donk, give my chevy a facelift
my 28 ashantis make it look like a spaceship
my rims look big like the lips on fantasia
my paint drips wet like activator
you playin with yaself you a masturbator
ya play with so icey i have to spray ya
dont waste all ya life bein a couch potato
after awhile crocodile see ya later, hater
its guc-ci

4. Hurry
Gucci got a warrant how da fuck I get subpoenaed?
objection whats the objection your honor I’m a genius
13 years old got my jordans in da cleaners
like lil scrappy rockin fila’s
in the club sho nuff like Tela (Gucci)
black and white chain in da libra like a zebra
this not your everday ordinary fuckin beemer
dis is no part of da seven dis a moss one cost a mean one got my top back for my grandma got my beater for aaliyah
its me and my money and my diamonds man we a trio
and no disrespect to ne-yo
but this gucci mane da sosa
and my albino testarossa
bout da color of the ocean
its gucci mane da flare
and my bank account is rollin is you rollin

3. First Day Out
im startin off my day with a blunt of purp
no pancakes just a cup of syrup
baking soda pot and a silver fork
you already know it’s time to go to work
i’m back off in the kitchen workin with a chicken
you get 63 grams for like 12 50
50 pounds of purp, 50 pounds of midget
as soon as it’s gone i sell another 60
my baby need some shoes, my auntie need a purse
summer comin real soon so i need a vert
i hop up out that van with that duffle bag
and if a nigga try me ima bust his ass
im countin up money in my living room
birds everywhere i call it the chicken room
pills in the cabinet, pounds in the den
attic full of good, basement full of benjamins
two ak-47s and a blow torch
couple junkies knockin hard on my front porch
a couple old schools in my backyard
if i dont know you ima serve you through my burglar bars
gucci back bitch, yeah im back bitch
did you miss me? or miss my raps bitch
this that new shit, that county jail shit
that seventh floor, rice street straight out of cell shit
you on my shit list, im on the forbes list
since im a rich nigga, i need a rich bitch
i got a sick wrist, it cost bout six bricks
im on that slick shit, that zone 6 shit

2. Frowney Face (1st verse)
they tried to wet me up, shot up my truck in east atlanta
wanna set me up because i tricked this nigga in savannah
they put some money on my head i had to move to alabama
started pumpin with my cousin mixin caine with arm & hammer
somebody bloodied my face badly my last visit to the slammer
but they put me in the hole because i beat him like a hammer
they shooter shot my nigga juice a couple times over by gresham
wish i went there just to help him, he pushed on so i respect him
the ?? the fortune and the fame deep in the game me and my gang
behind the rush to get my record they tried to murk me for my chain
put tear drops under my eye cuz sometimes i wish i could cry
but to lose my self respect my nigga i would rather die

1. Wonderful (1st verse)
red bezel on my jacob looking like a sliced tomato
fuck a hater i blow acres of jamaica in decatur
im so extraordinary while my bracelet so canary
choppers that my niggas carry probably scare the military
half your budget spent on luggage, spent your mortgage on a portrait
purple bud look like an orchid, cant afford it? watch me torch it
tell your shorty, gucci at her birthday party, cost a 40
this imported foreign flying saucer make me feel important
tell big booty gina from virginia if you ever see her
i remember last november and i can’t wait till the sequel
where’s my equal? i don’t see him, never met him, never meet him
if i meet him, i’ma greet him, beat him, eat him up and leave him