So we just came across this amazing battle rap via Just Blaze, which we need a late pass for. Anyway, it is so amazing we felt obligated to drop our random musings for you.
Dope intro font with a sick gradient, on that Sweden colorway!
Why does Marv-O only get the old english font treatment?
What the hell are those random dots behind him you ask?? A CITY MURAL DUH!
White text over a white tee=high readability.
Sucking up to the host with lines “I’m so nice I could be Marv-o’s brother” is pointless, Marv-o doesn’t vote! Unless Envy has other intentions for such flattering words.
If anything, J-Dub would be a up for a brown-nosing bar like that.
Envy might the first rapper that follows up a rap about pumps with a bright smile.
You must pause the video at 2:03 to see the focus on J-Dubs face, he def. deserves all the chest rubs from Marv-o. The man is overly focused.
The production is truly fly from picture in picture joint in the corner to a straight up heart cut out of Eli. Right in the middle of which the graphic pops up to reminded that the fellow we are watching is named Eli.
Pause at 3:41 with Marv-O & J-Dub in the heart, clearly the video crew is throwing subliminals.
Why is Johnathon the Godfather?
A14, of course, is it possible to do both Good and Great?
I think I’m going to drop out of school and watch this clip all day, thanks Just Blaze.
Who do we think should’ve won? Neither, they both got more than 45 seconds thus being disqualified.
The Star Telegram reported today on Alicia Keys interview with Blender where she reflected on the Rap game and her thuggish jewelery. Apparently, Keys believes “gangsta rap is a ploy to get black people to kill each other,” and the Biggie and Tupac feud was constructued by the government and media to bring down two potential black leaders. Also she wears a gold gat around her neck to represent “strength, power, and killing em dead.” Some interesting theories, but sounds a tad dubious.
When I heard about this show I was gassed. I was thinking we would get another White Rapper Show. But in the back of my mind I knew VH1 would fuck it up. And they did. But its only a trailer you say. How can I judge?
Three Things:
1) The set (or the fembassy) is straight out of Flavor of Love.
2) The bitches in the video were fighting, scantily clad, and one admitted to a drug addiction.
3) Soulja Boy is featured quickly in the end as one of the “Rap Superstars” the bitches would encounter (in the same category as Ghostface, no less)
For all those who enjoyed the minstrelsy of Flavor of Love, I’m sure this will come as a gift. The hosts are Yo-Yo and MC Serch, and I’m sure this will be some ignorance worthy of note.
Now that I think about it, I never really liked the White Rapper Show that much anyway. And MC Serch is an asshole and a sellout for doing this, so is Yo-Yo. They both get the gasface.
ML readers know I’m a big fan of Mr. Rabin’s work. He recently started a great monthly feature at the A.V. Club called The Silly Little Show-Biz Book Club. Here’s a little intro to the series:
Reading has taken on a lot of unfair, unfortunate associations through the years. Through no fault of its own, reading has become associated with intelligence, knowledge, book-learning, libraries, colleges, librarians, and education. I’m here to tell you, that’s all a bunch of horseshit. To me, reading isn’t a pathway to self-actualization, or a magic ticket to a land of wonder and imagination. On the contrary, it’s nothing more than a way to waste time in the least productive manner imaginable. When I want to turn off my brain, I pick up a quickie celebrity biography or half-assed show-biz memoir instead of watching television. That’s why I am officially starting a new monthly feature, The Silly Little Show-Biz Book Club. It’s a forum to discuss the junk food of the literary universe: stupid, superficial pop ephemera destined not to outlast its fleeting cultural moment. When Axl Rose’s maid writes a lurid tell-all, I’ll be there. Wherever a half-assed boy-band has-been feels the need to sing out about his life in the pages of a ghostwritten memoir, I’ll be there. I will read all these terrible books so you don’t have to. It’s my latest attempt to transform the stupid, pointless shit I do in my free time into the stupid, pointless shit I am obligated do for my job.
His latest entry in the series is his review of Karrine “Super-Head” Steffans’ Confessions Of A Video Vixen. Here’s a brief excerpt from a passage about Karrine’s encounter with Fred Durst, with Rabin’s commentary in italics:
“Fred ordered five different entrées, just for himself. I was confused but I didn’t want to seem young and inexperienced, so I just watched his movements… He was grand, taking tiny forkfuls from each dish and repeating that move a few times. Then, just that fast, he was done, leaving the majority of the food behind. I was in awe. I had never really wasted food before, and right then I knew that one day I would be able to eat whatever I wanted, however much I wanted, and summon someone to take the plates away…With all of his tattoos, body piercing and worn way of dress Fred had an air of prestige. I silently hoped for him to want me.”
Oh, Durst wants her all right. For he is that rarest breed of man: the kind that will gladly accept a no-strings-attached blowjob from an attractive stranger. I similarly love how impressed Steffans is by Durst’s flaming douchebaggery. I just hope there was a malnourished orphan staring wistfully at Durst as he sent away plate after plate of food, more or less uneaten. He could have followed this performance by wiping his ass with a towel full of highly concentrated AIDS vaccine, then topped it off by urinating lustily into the water supply of an impoverished Indian village.
Emanuel Lewis! We cover Coolio’s cooking show, so why not Jazzy Phizzle’s cooking show? He needs a hypeman if he wants to match up with Coolio’s show, IMHO.
How many magazines must get dissed? Duck Down Records, making light of the whole Maxim/Nas/Black Crowes review controversy, has volunteered two of their upcoming albums to be reviewed without actually being heard. A little more info:
Disclaimer:
In light of the recent allegations made against Maxim Magazine by the Black Crowes and Nas for printing LP reviews of their respective forthcoming albums without actually hearing either of them, Buckshot/9th Wonder and Kidz In the Hall gladly volunteered their upcoming albums to receive the same treatment. We would also like to invite Maxim to attend any Kidz In The Hall and Buckshot and 9th Wonder show, or any of our artists in general– attendance is of course only optional!!
These mock-ups are by in no way intended to attack Maxim Magazine’s credibility, or incriminate them in any manner; it’s all in good fun!
Kidz In the Hall and Buckshot/9th Wonder Plead With Maxim Magazine To Review Their Respective LP’s Without Hearing Them!
The mockups are too huge to embed, so I’ll give you links. Spoiler: there’s a lot of jokes about how intimidating Sean P is. This is classic material; feel free to save it for April Fools.
Pitchfork: Can you elaborate on what a more experimental Weezer record might sound like?
RC: Longer songs, non-traditional song forms, different people writing and singing, instrument switching, TR-808s, synths, Southern rap, and baroque counterpoint– for starters.
When asked for clarification on the rapping part:
Pitchfork: Oh, and who’s doing the rapping?
RC: Moi.
Now, I love both the Blue Album & Pinkerton very dearly. But that sounds like a fucking awful idea. Is he taking a page from Cosby’s book? What would “Buddy Holly” sound like with 808s?
(amusing picture at top from Cuomo’s graduation, via Merry Swankster)
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