"Gooch, what's all the fuss about, homie? Your latest work Trap God is still in our rotation and you haven't had buzz like this since The State vs. Radric Davis. And it ain't because of no bickering beef. It's cause the trap beats and charismatic flows are back on point like Rondo. But there you go ruffling everyone's feathers. With all due respect, we need less diss antics and more ratchet musical masterpieces. You ain't been locked up in a minute. So stay in it to win it and stack that unnecessary bullshit on the shelf. No one's questioning your realness, the deal is, we just want more good [...]
"The more positive attitude toward intermarriage represents a sharp break from the recent past and parallels behavioral change: about 15 percent of new marriages across the country in 2010 were between spouses of different races or ethnicities, more than double the share in 1980. The researchers presented the acceptance of interracial marriage as 'the fading of a taboo.'” —Good news for Gucci Mane and Yo Gotti! Good news for everybody, actually.
This is the song that just got 21-year-old Oakland rapper Kreayshawn a million-dollar deal with Sony Records? (ALLEGEDLY. I mean, the deal is real; the million dollars is maybe a rumor.) Do you like it? I really do. It reminds me of Too $hort and Gucci Mane. Is that last part just because of its title? (No, I think it's also the wobbly weirdness.)
Gucci Mane got a great set of synth horns from producer Drummer Boy for his new single, and a guest spot from Cash Money Records owner Bryan "Birdman" (a.k.a. "Baby") Williams. And considering all the CGI explosions and fire and bullets and doves in the video Dallas-based director Mr. Boomtown made for it, the only thing missing is Nicolas Cage.
Check out this video from former Tribe Called Quest affiliate Consequence and former Lil Kim affiliate Maino. It's beautiful and bucolic. They're in the woods. With deer and squirrels and birds. It's very weird, right, with Maino rhyming about shooting people with a chrome .45 and hollering "Brooklyn!" in a club? But as jarring as it is, the juxtaposition of sound and vision, I like it. It's like that awesome episode of "The Sopranos."
A deer makes an appearance in the new video from Yelawolf and Gucci Mane, too.
If you told me last year that I would be purchasing a new album by the veritably ancient Philadelphia rapper Schoolly D in 2010, I would have said something about eating my Kangol. But today, after being so very pleasantly surprised by the single "I Just Can't Help Myself" a couple months ago, and then being reminded by Gucci Mane's new Swizz-Beatz-produced track, "It's Gucci Time!" (which is not a cover of Schoolly's 1985 jam) and then being again surprised by another great new Schoolly song, above, (which is not a cover of Sly and the Family Stone, nor Mary J. Blige), well, I [...]
What would want for your welcome home dinner after six months in prison? How about a great salad of peekytoe crab served with crispy breadsticks and a little buttermilk dressing for your first course? And then, how about going surf-n-turf, with pecan-crusted all-natural chicken and grilled salmon medallions in yellow shrimp sauce with brown-butter-spiced sweet potatoes? That's what the Georgian Terrace Hotel's chef Gary Mennie hooked up last night for Atlanta rapper Gucci Mane and a star-studded party that included Big Boi, Shorty Lo and former Xscape singer and "Real Housewives of Atlanta" star Kandi Burruss. But nothing, absolutely nothing tops that theme music.
Sigh (and a queasy sort of "yay!"): Here we go again. Another one of the best rap songs of the year is a threatening "beef record." Seven years ago, a pair of Atlanta drug dealer/rappers named Gucci Mane and Young Jeezy recorded a song together called "Icy." It was a big hit, but then the two had a falling out over credit. Jeezy recorded a diss record called "Stay Strapped," putting a $10,000 bounty on Gucci's "So Icy" chain. Soon thereafter, four armed men burst into the apartment of a woman Gucci was visiting. Gucci shot and killed one of them and was arrested on [...]
The lyrics are Christmas themed. The beat and the video, more appropriate for Halloween. But Gucci Mane is Gucci Mane, so he'll put it out late January. Sort of in time for Valentine's Day.
Bay Area rapper Lil B's "cooking" dance seems to be reaching full-fledged ubiquity. We've seen Justin Beiber make reference to it, P. Diddy did it when he introduced Lil B's performance at South by Southwest last week, and lots of other rappers are doing it in their videos. (Above, Atlanta's OJ Da Juiceman gives it a go.) The basics of the dance are mostly hand-and-wrist motion, like you're holding a pot and stirring its contents. It's meant to mimic the actions of cooking crack.
Don't be distracted by the famous (and recently further embellished?) ice-cream cone tattoo. Or the ridiculous jiggling of strippers' behinds—which are, in case your boss might not like to watching them at work, very close to being naked. ("Brrr" is right!) Focus instead on the way Gucci Mane rides this slinky synth beat, and the lilt of his voice when he pronounces "Captain Crunch." This is what makes him great.
The new Gucci Mane video is a fine reminder of why people love him so much. At home, he's shirtless with a big potbelly hanging out and a bent loosie tucked behind his ear, peeking through the slats of his window shades just like you or me. But when he has a business appointment, he puts on his enormous jewelry and an amazing table-cloth-print, Barbra Streisand-style headwrap that matches both the rims on his sunglasses and his girlfriend's purple lycra bodysuit. The he shows up at the hotel wearing ski goggles. Plus his flow, which weebles and wobbles but doesn't fall down.
It's not an emergency or anything, but Gucci Mane's eyewear retainers are not going to be effective unless he wears them in the way they were designed to be worn. And those glasses look expensive.
What do you do if you record a great duet with a big rising star in your field, but he has to go to jail before filming a video for it? Well, if you're cooler than a penguin's toenails, like Outkast's Big Boi, you head to Walmart to pick up some new socks, set the cameras rolling, and lip-synch your partner's parts for him. And give a little "Free Gucci" shout-out at the end.
What's going on with Atlantan trap rap? ("Trap" is regional slang for the drug market. Trapping is selling drugs. Trap rap is rap music centered around and focussed on the drug market.) Well, first of all, OJ Da Juiceman is never going to catch those sneaky kids who steal the money from his dice game while he's wearing so much gold. He can't run fast enough if he has to hold all his chains against his chest to make sure they don't fly around and hit him in the face! (This is reminiscent of the old I'm Gonna Git You Sucka joke about people dying from "O.G." or [...]
"Gucci Mane, recently released from prison for the umpteenth time, sounds no worse for wear here, managing impressive nimbleness with his mealy mouth. He has more gears than most rappers do, a versatile stylist with nothing so old-fashioned as a commitment to structure and the integrity of words. He prefers sounds." —Awl pal Jon Caramanica's review of the new Gucci Mane and Waka Flocka Flame album in today's Times brings up a good point about rap. There are important elements to it other than the lyrics. Sometimes these other elements get overlooked. This is the case with Hua Hsu's review of the new Jay-Z and Kanye [...]
Proclamations that a certain era is "good" or "bad" for music are always specious. There's both good and bad music being made all the time, of course, in all different genres, and that's been true even during eras accepted as either "golden" or "dead" for whatever style you might be talking about. What's easier to talk about, what I think people are actually assessing when they talk in this way, is what's popular at a certain time in history—stylistic characteristics of the music that happens to be selling the most, or being played on popular radio stations. Of course, people often disagree about stylistic characteristics, too, whether they make [...]
Gucci Mane picks his nose with inimitable style, and T.I. delivers another "melodious, swinging" verse to add to the list of strong performances that are not on his new album No Mercy. But this track—produced by Beat Billionaire and anchored by that great old-cop-show bassoon blast—belongs to Dro. Best known for his preppy wardrobe and the words he chooses to describe its many colors, he gets a nice snarl in his voice here, and holds his own with the kings of his city, Atlanta.
There has been much commiseration lately over the perceived decline of hip-hop. It's bad because it's fully transitioned to pop, say some. It's bad because of The Internet, say others. To me, this seems to be a whole lot of misplaced nostalgia. Do these people really want to return to the early 90's-so they can hear Cypress Hill on the radio? Or maybe the late 90s, to catch a guest verse from Fiend or C-Murder on some No Limit clusterfuck of a record? The 90s were not some paradise for commercial rap where mainstream radio played UGK, Heltah Skeltah and Mac Dre all the time; most commercial rap sucked in [...]
So last we checked on Gucci Mane's crony Waka Flocka Flame, it was to marvel at the cover art of his latest mixtape, Lebron Flocka James Pt. 2. What's he been up to since? Well, the Atlanta rapper has had some success with his single "O Let's Do It." He appeared on The Mo'Nique Show last night to perform it. And he surely enjoyed the peekytoe crab salad at Gucci's welcome home party last week. But also, and unfortunately, while filming a video with Gucci on their city's West side, Flocka was confronted by a group of local guys-one of whom was very vociferous in [...]