Monday, January 31, 2005
d4l - do it like me -- "talk slick you gon get ya wig split / them choppa bullets gon hit you quick / SPLACKA SPLACKA duck, trick." highschool talent show shit sounding like all the slow girl songs in the middle of that dem franchize boys cd, on hard, way slow beat, with nothing on top of that bass (filtered by headphones but felt right through brake pedal and frame of car seat) except fat waddling keyboards and fingersnaps. picture them in matching baby blue silk suits, doing carefully choreographed, sliding dances in bright white pointy shoes for the chorus, snapping their fingers along to the snaps on the beat, stepping forward with the spotlight on them to do their solo verses, flowing and playing with the rhymes by singing them out, drawing them out, showing off the internal structure, dancing around the footlights, "it's time... that i shine... it's... d4l... on my grandmama patna, all haters go to... ..." and the rest crowded around, leaning in to answer in unison, leaping back to dance offstage during delicate outro, highfives and hugs backstage.
blue davinci ft. young jeezy and baby d - i'm a boss -- still in love with these tiny, perfect tracks, proving that atlanta is the hardest city in the south again after all of houston stopped making records (except niggas over 40) or got millionaire contracts. slow, tinny beats with celebratory buzzing keyboards and hardest bass ever, reminds you of the first time you ever heard shit like this and the first time you ever heard it played properly, and, for real, coldest rappers down south: jeezy, that unwritten, clever shit, saying his name, coming with so biteable metaphors, "stacks in my pocket lookin like a damn phonebook / i'm lowkey dodgin fed cases but you can look a nigga up in the yellow pages / YEAAAAHHHHH! under brick r us / all i got is my niggas, in the gats we trust," and blue stuck in the middle, outshined by baby d, oomp camp representer, atl almost legend, on the hook and the closeout verse, playing with that accent and rubbery flow and paying close attention to the crunchy lil drumbreaks hidden under the beat especially for him.
blue davinci ft. young jeezy and baby d - i'm a boss -- still in love with these tiny, perfect tracks, proving that atlanta is the hardest city in the south again after all of houston stopped making records (except niggas over 40) or got millionaire contracts. slow, tinny beats with celebratory buzzing keyboards and hardest bass ever, reminds you of the first time you ever heard shit like this and the first time you ever heard it played properly, and, for real, coldest rappers down south: jeezy, that unwritten, clever shit, saying his name, coming with so biteable metaphors, "stacks in my pocket lookin like a damn phonebook / i'm lowkey dodgin fed cases but you can look a nigga up in the yellow pages / YEAAAAHHHHH! under brick r us / all i got is my niggas, in the gats we trust," and blue stuck in the middle, outshined by baby d, oomp camp representer, atl almost legend, on the hook and the closeout verse, playing with that accent and rubbery flow and paying close attention to the crunchy lil drumbreaks hidden under the beat especially for him.
