Oh sh*t. I've been hearing about this kid but sometimes it's just too much, you know what I mean? two new rappers a day, each one supposed to be the dopest one yet, and then you hear it and it's all the exact same middling crumb sh*t. All that to say, this track is dooope. It all comes together on this one.
You know with all the stuff going on between meek and drake, it really kind of makes me think about how similar they are. Or at least how similar my experiences(/relationships?) are with them. I smoked weed and watched drake grow up on degrassi and I smoked weed and watched meek grow up rapping on youtube. I have a feeling that part of what meek can't stand about drake is a sensitivity that he might recognize in himself, kind of like how marvin gaye's father was probably a repressed homosexual and killed marvin because he thought he was waving around his freak flag too much. Meek is a street dude and as a street dude you can't really let everyone know everything is hurting your feelings, unless you shoot sh*t up all the time. When you're trying to rap you can't shoot sh*t up all the time, rapping on corners leaves you hella exposed. I knew a dude once who loved the original "slippin" and I always clowned him for it. That may have been more me than him though. This sh*t is everything I like about meek mill and one of my favorite versions of future.
Go see this movie. It's on netflix. I couldn't decide which poster to use, there's at least three dope ones. This sh*t is dope. It's funny, weird, affecting, creepy, all that sh*t! But you don't have to take my word for it, here's jay!...
Queen of Earth reminded me of all experiences I've had listening to someone I was dating tell me a complex, multi-layered account of a rift between their girlfriends and how I would always tune out when I realized that everyone involved was somehow at fault. My responses would usually end up sounding like this. "I get you're upset that Crystal didn't invite you to Jenny's party on Friday, but didn't you tell Crystal last week that you thought Jenny was fake?"
See what just happened? You might have missed it, but In an attempt to bring light to my partner’s perceived lack of self-awareness and hopefully offer up a little objective clarity, I've instead just f**ked around and picked sides. Along with Crystal being shady and Jenny being a tool, I've just became the guy who should probably, "go f**k Jenny and Crystal if they're so special"
"Jay, you. just. don't. under. stand." Maybe I don't. Maybe these stories are told in such microscopic detail that it's hard to see the full scope. It's always scary when you can't see sh*t. I can cite a couple of examples of note: the worms in Tremors, sharks, Glaucoma eyes, and now with Queen of Earth, a look at what lurks deep below the surface, hidden inside the baggage of a female friendship. It's terrifying.
I was in Jamaica recently and I kept seeing these anti-payola commercials on the local TV channels at the hotel. It makes you wonder when you look at the reggae charts and see that most of the joints take a long time to hit their peak and tend to stick around once they do. This song has been out for 7 months and is currently RISING on the Dancehall singles charts. Even if Donald Sangster had anything to do with it, shit's fire. Props to my man at 0:53 splitting up the takeout container. You got the right attitude kid. On another note, I once met a white guy* named Jahmiel in Alberta. He smoked hash oil and said that all of his days "started with a J and ended with a meal".
*Editor's note: Lebanese?
This is my favorite song from vince's last album. It's the first joint on the LP which kind of sucks. I mean the first joint being the best joint is a downer, where are we going from here and all that, know what I mean? I got to tell you though, I like a young dude making the remarks about white people and the word nigga. These young people really stay trying to convince us something's different and we don't get it, like no lil' nigga, you don't get it!
Two of the most important things that went into a great lead singer in the 90's: Heartbreaking lyrics and apparent disinterest in singing them. Hope Sandoval is my favorite example. Found this VH1 performance while searching for "Guitar Players With Sideburns Wearing Berets". Mazzy Star was Lana Del Rey for drug users.
Editor's note: At first I thought, it's crazy I've never seen this, then i noticed it aired on vh1 europe. I think the world was bigger back then.
I've really turned the corner on rocky I think. When he first came out, I liked where he was coming from cause I could tell we liked the same music but it felt like he was just regurgitating sh*t at me. I don't know what changed really. I do know that with all this talk about the ownership over the term/idea of "wavy", rocky is the only motherf**ker out that I would really classify as wavy for real. Or wavy af, if you will. Maybe it's just something intrinsically harlem? who knows, let's not pretend either of us do. This sh*t is dope, though it didn't need that third verse. I like to give a grace period of two to three songs where I don't judge you for congratulating yourself for trying to be different. Hahaha. You know what I mean? you know how many rappers congratulate themselves for trying to be different? a million rappers connected by this one strand, this one common denominator. As soon as you stop doing this one thing, you finally become that one thing you've been hollering.
This thing is wild. Complete waste of time. Also f**king awesome. It's automated so you don't have to do sh*t, just sit there and take in a journey through billboard rap history. Remember when cell therapy fought tooth and nail and eventually knocked gangsta's paradise out of the number one spot? me either, but that sh*t happened. Remember when 50 cent had number one, after number one, after number one? No berenstein bears on that sh*t, that sh*t happened.
Me and my lady were watching a vladtv interview, which is pretty hahaha but not the point. Vlad brought up the fact that fetty wap's dreads are extensions and my lady's mind was subsequently blown. I tried to remind her that one of the ying yang twins had mustache extensions but she didn't remember that sh*t! I went searching for the proof and goshdarnit if it wasn't hard as hell to find. So yeah I saved you all that trouble. It never occured to me back then that this motherf**ker not only had a fake "fu manchu" mustache but had also taken the liberty of rocking a rice paddy hat. Good lord. Hahahaha. good lord.