Juicy J over a Dr. Luke special, made to throb a club into instant collapse. It’s like stripped down crunk with a drill kick. Nicki Minaj lavishes it. Bibby is ferocious, and spares no victims: “I’m Michael Jordan, you LeBron n*gga/In other words, you a fraud n*gga” might be one of the most shit-starting lyrics ever. H/t Craig Jenkins for that spotlight. Listen to a banger after the jump.
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Blacc Hollywood has the promotion and the sound to be bigger than O.N.I.F.C., Wiz’s last album/mainstream grab. His brand of proud young fool’s music is suited for the wild life, but this particular joint hints at some melancholy at the afterparty. Plus, the stadium Linkin Park feel underlines the party-tour-party-smoke-drink pattern as its own kind of Khalifan philosophy. Check the crisp performance after the jump.
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This reminds us strongly of Nicki Minaj’s “Massive Attack” video with the desert surrounding and vague chase scenes. Azealia Banks does these things intentionally, placing herself in the hip-hop realm while rhyming at a crazy high-hat pace more fit for EDM. It’s for the b-girls and the biker gangs. Check the video after the jump.
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The Brooklyn artists rap over vintage beats from when New York rap mattered to other people and not just them. It’s freshened up by Troy Ave, weighed down by Maino. These two are on a very small crusade to make rap regional long after it became democratic and internet-based. It’s a strange effort and egocentric but definitely slams the reminder home in 3 plus minutes of East Coast nostalgia. Check the track after the jump.
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A video from one of the sleeper releases of last Fall Piñata. Freddie keeps his grit at all costs, trudging around in this lo-fi number. He puts a day in his life inside the lens of a trip to Harold’s. That’s terrific metaphor sprinkled with the most times you’ve ever heard the word “b*tch.” At the bottom of the gutter, there’s a story he always finds. Watch it after the jump.
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Either Hov has some extracurricular friends who are getting waaaaaaay out of pocket or this broad cray. We like to think it’s both but the evidence won’t skew in one direction. She doesn’t use her own name to boost this track’s profile, so we won’t either. “Mrs. Carter” is the scream from the abyss of fifteen lost minutes of fame infamy. This is a blow to the Main Chicks and Wifey party. One it may not ever bounce back from. Video after the jump.
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