Hip-Hop Apologies.

So, in order to compensate for my lateness (I shall also don my dunce’s hat) this post will feature my holiness’ favourite genre Hip-Hop

Mayer Hawthorne is an artist who I’ve noticed is receiving increasing amounts of attention in recent months. Hawthorne on the excellent Stones Throw label brings a modern twist to ‘soul’ music- unlike the hordes of Winehouse clones Hawthorne’s music doesn’t rely on a hefty dollop of motown/stax nostalgia.  Of course I may be being over critical (as often is the case) as I am somewhat jaded by the ubiquitous ‘cheesy’ nights that are largely populated by idiots and sparsely populated by brain matter.  Anyway, poison vial of cynicism out of the way, here is an antidote to all that:

If you’re not smiling after that you’re dead inside.

Following swiftly on a track featuring the talents of Mayer, but in a much more overtly Hip-Hop setting ‘All Mine’ by Past Due.

Unlike much Hip-Hop this is upbeat and feel-good sounding (a ‘party tune’ dare I say it…), perfect for the summer that Lancaster seems alone in evading! Nevertheless I can see this song quickly becoming very very popular, the hooks provided by Hawthorne in particular add a lot to the song as much of the time sung hooks in hip-hop come across as cheesy and gratuitous, but here they really blend in with the rest of the song and complement it perfectly. Past Due are yet to release an album (or at least that seems to be the case..) but with one in the works keep your eyes peeled, I know I will!

As many of you know Madlib is a regular fixture of my listening habits, as of the most prolific and interesting producers of our time (perhaps rivalling the mighty J Dilla) he is definitely worth a listen:

This is one of Madlib’s newest ventures, I say ‘newest’ as it’s hard to keep up with his output so this is probably becoming outdated even as I type!  Whilst lacking the feel good nature of Past Due, this tune more than compensates with its swagger, the beat swinging its weight around without any concern for whatever it collides with. Unfortunately the video is chock-a-block with clichés graffiti (check); underground rap battle (check); street fighting (double check); though don’t let that distract you from this corker of a tune!

Last up for today is a tune from MF Doom (operating under his alias Viktor Vaughn, one of many). ‘Let Me Watch‘ ft. Apani B is a duet laced with dark humour documenting a relationship from its beginning to its end, not the most original of concepts though. Yet, what makes it refreshing is that ‘Nikki’, rather than accepting the objectification of women that is all to prevalent in macho hip-hop culture, fights back and stands her own ground – of course with some brilliant rhymes. This is how it’s done properly, observe:

[Viktor Vaughn]
Mmm.. My cousin’s friend’s friend wanna meet me
Saw V on TV, said she needed a sweety
Heard he was the type to do her name in grafitti
Greet her with a kiss *kiss*
Straight gentlemen need stee, a G
What others meant to be is meant to be
She can slip a smile and make a nigga flip wild
Herand bold name chain, diamond chips crips style
With the magic bracelet, sweat with your case swiss
Athletic chick who run track
Hey miss, pleasure’s all mine
Please call me Vik

Okay, I did a full inspection
Head to toe we rocked black denim
Flashed the grin, sweetest sin
Said to him: “Hey, my name is Nikki
You twenty minutes late and almost miss me”
Turn off my CD, I was bumpin’ Vinage Vicki
Said: “I love the ways you smile, but your eyes look tricky”
Yo I gotta be home by eight thirty or my moms’ll kill me
She spasses out when I’m late, plus she says that I’m too young to date
So overprotective, I’d wish she take a set of different shit
Yea, but that’s whatever
What’s your perspective, tell me more about you Vik

[Viktor Vaughn]
It’s love at first sight that’s the proof
You wasn’t out right to thirts, but in truth
Fresh as a mayflower, face like power
He had the green light, she asked him: “What’s the plan tonight?”
Flavor of the night, Sam Sara from Fahrenheit

He talked, I listened, he listened I spoke
We walked arm-in-arm and split a cherrycoke
Spitting religion and politics, Sega and chess
Roots and culture, hip-hop, skunk and sess
I caught him sneekin’ peeks at my breasts
While frontin’ name drop and connects

[Viktor Vaughn]
First started out like she was just Vaughn’s friend
Used to act grown for pretend, whispering
Speaking on the phone, for hours on end
On a bone from just listening and then:
“Call me back on my phone”, spoke the tone, again
Call back and do the same thing tomorrow
Something don’t give her, been forced to ignore her
Gettin’ on my last nerve, she did it
All this talk and shit and we ain’t even hit it yet
It’s uncharacteristic of the Vik

Pickies on my neck, the whole last night, I couldn’t sleep
Practice the words I used to greet you, the next time we meet
Think of you and feel heat, that make my cheeks blush
Close my eyes and feel your touch, get chills when you slit me tounge
Picture me with you, could my fantasies of T-love come true?
Got me wondering, how far I’ll go to prove my moms and everybody wrong
I miss you every time I hear a love song and whenever you’re gone
Until I see you, then I feel short of breath
I think maybe I’m ready.. to take the next step.. yes

[Viktor Vaughn]
I got your cabfare, dinner and a movie
Bring a change of clothes, just in case it’s all groovy
Watch when I see you, I miss you a lot yo
How about a nightcab, maybe a bottle of mo
So V can bite your titties like a big ?fotographer? ho

Oh no you didn’t! You called me a what? Don’t make me wig out
How you gonna last some shit like that’s about your mouth (nah, I was just)
If I was there, I’d smack you in your smirk (ooh), for acting like a jerk
Thought you was cool, but now I doubt the shit is gonna work
I’m not hurt, I’m pissed off, piss off, fuck this shit

[Viktor Vaughn]
I know I played too much
Hey on the way, could you please pick up two dots
Ok peace, see you when you touch
I wondered if she ever had a coodycat eight eight
Vaughn can’t wait too long, stroked it on the late late

Wait, first let’s get this shit straight straight
Don’t call me out my name, I’m not the one to get played played
Out… niggaz, go figure ’em out, they’re all the same same
With a lame lame story, like my ex-man Mike
Got my best friend pregnant and he’s still tryin’ to call me
Well fuck Mike and fuck Vik too
I wound up on prozac from all the shit he put me through
Only been off my prescription three weeks
And you got me flippin, rippin’ my hair out
Never thought you’d treat me like a pigeon
I’m out, it’s over, I’m gone
So long.

[Nikki & Vik]
I’d rather masturbate, than fuck with Vik Vaughn (let me watch)
I’d rather masturbate, than fuck with Vik Vaughn
(Still… so.. so what time you gonna be here?)
(Aight? You know I’m gonna be waitin’, just holla and ring a dozen)

Thats all folks!

Catch you next week, same time (hopefully earlier) same place.


2 thoughts on “Hip-Hop Apologies.

  1. You have made me very happy with this! Mayer Hawthorne looks awesome, definitely going to move on now and have a look at more of his stuff.

    MF Doom track is cool too, I’m slowly warming too him. Good selection man!

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