Youngbloodz - U-Way (How We Do It) (by YoungBloodzVEVO)

I remember buying this single on cassette by accident. It was like three bucks, and I foolishly thought it was the full album. It still banged, though, and this music video is still pretty good.

YoungBloodz - If you don’t give a damn, We don’t give a fuck (by havefunfag)

I love how this track squeals. Also the title is so good, man

The Damon Albarn Appreciation Society is an ongoing series of focused observations, conversations, and thoughts about music. This is the fifteenth. I realized I had a lot of screw music in the official rotation. It’s a type of music I like a lot, but find it hard to articulate why. There’s a good reason for that, I think. I keep going to a few key words, though–it sounds evil, it sounds wrong, it sounds off, it sounds abstract, it sounds sideways, it sounds like Hell… it sounds great. It’s just that whenever those monks get around to updating the Ars Goetia, they’ll have to add a footnote that King Paimon is the patron demon of screw music.

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trying to talk about why i like screw music over at the crib

Blu - Amnesia (by PBLongstocking)

this is probably the blu-est thing

beautravail:

Bonjay have a new live show now (and a new album, soon) so I ate tacos with them and talked about some of our favourite things, like dancehall and ’90s R&B and the Complexities of Stage Personae.

Bonjay is dope, this interview is dope, and I really want to hear Chris making the baby sound from Are You That Somebody now. I was living in Hampton, VA from like 94-99, and I’d somehow forgotten just how hard Timbaland was going toward the end of the ’90s. Might be time for me to reappraise him.

beautravail:

Bonjay have a new live show now (and a new album, soon) so I ate tacos with them and talked about some of our favourite things, like dancehall and ’90s R&B and the Complexities of Stage Personae.

Bonjay is dope, this interview is dope, and I really want to hear Chris making the baby sound from Are You That Somebody now. I was living in Hampton, VA from like 94-99, and I’d somehow forgotten just how hard Timbaland was going toward the end of the ’90s. Might be time for me to reappraise him.

Jean Grae/ Talib Kweli - Black GIrl Pain (by malikgod)

I forgot how tremendous this song is ‘til it came up on this Hurricane Jean mixtape.

“Fist raised, caramel shining, in all our glory/ For Mauritius, St, Helena; my blood is a million stories/ Winnie for Joan and for Edie, for Norma, Leslie, Ndidi/ For Auntie Betty, for Melanie; all the same family/ Fiona, Jo Burg, complex of mixed girls/ For surviving thru every lie they put into us now/ The world is yours and I swear I will stand focused/ Black girls, raise up your hands; the world should clap for us”

Nas — One Love (by eric1690)

The third verse is one of my most favorite verses ever, and “Shorty don’t care, she a fake, too” is legendary. That bit at the end —“Then I rose, wiping the blunt’s ash from my clothes/ then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose”— kills me every time.

So I comes back home, nobody’s out but shorty doo-wop/ Rollin two phillies together, in the Bridge we called ‘em oowops/ He said, “Nas, niggas could be bustin’ off the roof/ so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tray-deuce”/ He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep/ Started coughing one eye peeked to watch me speak/ I sat back like the Mack, my army suit was black/ We was chillin’ on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks/ I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard/ keeps me blasted and starts talkin mad shit/ I had to school him, told him don’t let niggas fool him/ ‘cause when the pistol blow, the ones that’s murdered be the cool one/ Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up/ Could’ve cought your man, but didn’t look when you bucked up/ Mistakes happen, so take heed: never bust up at the crowd/ catch him solo, make the right man bleed/ Shorty’s laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul/ Only twelve, trying to tell me that he liked my style/ Then I rose, wiping the blunt’s ash from my clothes/ then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose/ and told my little man that I’m a ghost, I rose/ left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose/ Words of wisdom from Nas, try to rise up above/ Keep an eye out for jake, shorty-wop/ One love.”

Company Flow - The Fire In Which You Burn (by SoleByThePound)

“Catch a smack to the face on principle/ Even when I say nothing it’s a beautiful use of negative space/ Indelibles is invincible/ El-P don’t forget the fuckin’ name/ Come on, Columbo, I know you figured this shit out/ nobody sounds the same”

For a stint, that very fact was too much for R&B fans, like the ones who famously booed Clive Davis’s golden girl at the 1989 Soul Train Awards. Less than enamored with her brand of smoky adult contemporary balladry and buoyant synth pop, black popular culture would wait until the Clinton ’90s, would wait through The Bodyguard tsunami to embrace Cissy’s daughter wholeheartedly and with open arms as she eased her way into an R&B universe transformed by hip hop and Terry McMillan novels. The reconstructed Whitney who “exhaled” and told her man that “it’s not right, but it’s okay,” had found a way to wed a little bit of Newark, New Jersey, swagger with diva elegance and gospel conviction. Slipping effortlessly into Chaka’s “everywoman” shoes, she stepped into the decade in which black popular culture most fully became global popular culture and musically asserted her breezy mastery of dance pop, hip hop soul and Wyclef Jean–diaspora carnival. The Whitney of the ’90s was an Afro-pop cosmopolitan whose voice, at turns astonishingly supple and formidable, sinuous and striking, evoked an increasing fullness, warm sophistication and playful maturity—all the more heartbreakingly ironic given the ways that her personal life began to come undone at that time. I’m Every Woman: Whitney Houston, the Voice of the Post–Civil Rights Era | The Nation
infectedworldmind:

(via Killer Mike ft. Bun B, T.I. & Trouble – Big Beast)

The first track from Killer Mike and El-P’s R.A.P. Music (Rebellious African People’s Music) surfaces..

I’d be overselling it to say that they were life-changing, but DF and DJX were both extremely important to me growing up, and definitely helped shape who I am as a writer.

So for their first major collab to be this dope is… exciting.

infectedworldmind:

(via Killer Mike ft. Bun B, T.I. & Trouble – Big Beast)

The first track from Killer Mike and El-P’s R.A.P. Music (Rebellious African People’s Music) surfaces..

I’d be overselling it to say that they were life-changing, but DF and DJX were both extremely important to me growing up, and definitely helped shape who I am as a writer. So for their first major collab to be this dope is… exciting.

Kanye West - Hell of a Life [Official Music] (by SupernaturalMaster82)

“Never in your wildest dreams/ Never in your wildest dreams, in your wildest/ You could hear the loudest screams/ Coming from inside the screen, you a wild bitch/ Tell me what I gotta do to be that guy/ She said her price’ll go down if she ever fuck a black guy/ Or do anal, or a gangbang/ it’s kinda crazy it’s all considered the same thing/ Well I guess a lotta niggas do gangbang/ and if we run trains we’re all in the same gang/ Runaway slaves all on a chain gang/ bang, bang, bang, bang, bang”

i caught a plane out to cleveland late last evenin, to help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin now

i caught a plane out to cleveland late last evenin, to help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin now

The Roots - Break You Off (BET Version) ft. Musiq (by TheRootsVEVO)

how many good love songs are about cheating? a lot of them.

Bonjay - Stumble (Addy version) (by Bonjay)

The body control in this video is pretty wild. I’m coordinated or whatever, but I always feel a little jealous when I see people do real precise stuff like this.