Scallops Hotel aka Milo drops an out of the blue tape!
Been a minute, that we’ve not heard from the Milwaukee wordsmith, and its always a genesis of random ideas, and an improvisation of sound.
Very few in the game, playing this original, eclectic niche 😎
Bump the mad fresh MILO LP, over the carnage rose a voice prophetic below.
Highly anticipated LP from Long Beach, California, Sprite-junkie, Vince Staples is here, and it straight BANGS!
The sound is such a trip, and love the open, creative flow – rhyming circles and squares on them dope beats.
Bump Big Fish Theory below – a quintessential rap album in 2017.
I keep re-iterating, Jersey City’s, Tha Soloist is a gem in the Underground.
And this LP is straight poetry on a range of beautiful, tender melodies.
Bump Glory Is A Heavy Burden below, and appreciate a real lyricist in the game!
The new Kendrick Lamar is here on Good Friday, and it fuckin BANGS!
Wasn’t dickriding the last To Pimp A Butterfly record, as I couldn’t resonate to the sound or concept – regardless of the creativity or industry pandering.
DAMN however is straight raps, packed with dope beats, and the Kendrick Lamar that goes ham on the microphone.
Bump the new LP, DAMN, and realize greatness in the modern era.
What’s hip-hop? But a platform to give voice and philosophize maladies in contemporary society, and be creative showoffs and impeccable iconoclasts in the meantime.
The day is finally here – as Pro Era boss, Joey releases the poignantly-political and brilliantly produced, ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$.
With dope features from J. Cole, Styles P, Schoolboy Q and the likes, you know the pen-game is sharp and purposeful.
Being disappointed with Joey’s 2015 record, B4.DA.$$, as the raps fell FLAT and uninspiring; ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADASS is near perfect in contrast, and a solid addition to your hip-hop rotation this Spring.
Bump the record below, and cop on iTunes afters 😎
One of the illest Underground rappers, Tha Soloist stays loyal to the old school focus on lyricism, and the album sounds like a Wu-Tang record stylistically.
Pain meets paradise, ingrained in your alibis. Discreet words, the absurd heard rappers lie. Whatever happened to the verse that was concise. Whatever happened to the verse that was dealt tighter. Whatever happened to the verse that was much like that boom-bap era from the golden days never. Seen so many wack motherfuckers on the radio. They pay for play before it was enforced hate. I guess that’s the way it is, they tell me to be quiet. They tell me you just envious and don’t deny it. Call it what you want, but I remember it. The music had soul, now the soul’s irrelevant. But Tha Soloist was put here to kill a panda; never made a million I just wanna be the deepest rapper. The keeper of the lost groves – seek the truth so I can find it for these lost souls.
The above is a verse from the track – “Lost Soul.”
Bump the esoteric, snarky, boom bap LP, Panda Enemy and the Death of Mumble Rap, and for reals, fuck the Migos, Future wave of dumbed down rap, where all these cats, sound more or less the same, and have no originality or substance whatsoever. [go to 45:35 to see what I’m sayin.]
I never met a saint, from no color
From nowhere, from no other
From no castle, from no gutter
It ain’t nobody that don’t suffer
Some niggas gon’ lose.
Joint’s mad real !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lupe is a blessing to the game, and gotta respect his never-ending efforts.
The first independent LP since parting ways with Atlantic Records, DROGAS Light, has been out for like two weeks, and I’ve finally gotten ways to bump the record properly.
Production game’s on-point, and the lyricism and story telling on the record is sharp and purposeful.
Peep that “NGL” below, and go cop the album on iTunes.
The nonchalant lyricism of Jon Wayne, coupled with raw production talent is underrated in the game.
(A Biggie slash Doom flow to exact, yet completely original in its own).
The Los Angeles emcee releases a much-anticipated, follow up, Rap Album Two.
Cop some real shit, and bump one of the newest singles off the record.
Below is an open letter – detailing Jon’s struggle with alcoholism and his musicianship.
South Londoner, 22-year-old, Loyle Carner impresses with a vibrant, storyteller flow on Yesterday’s Gone.
Homie sounds mad smooth and comfortable on em’ jazz and boom-bap beats.
And love the EASY and relatable lyricism consequently.
Cop some dope British rap via iTunes, and stream the album below.
Merry Christmas y’all, Run The Jewels 3 is out!
One of my favorites off the record.
Bump “Thursday In The Danger Room” below and stay blessed ☝🏽