2003. Enough said.
2003. Enough said.
I leave y’all tonight with some ill underground shit from the year graduated high school (fuck I’m getting old son). Anyways… by was of Seattle, enjoy some Lojique. Peace. And remember… HIP HOP is not RAP!
New Juste Juxx with VStheBEST epitomizes that Boom Bap is still around. Check this nod to Biggie. Salute real Hip Hop.
If you don’t know of Mello Music Group’s Quelle Chris, please check it. The production of this whole album is dope.
Oh yeah, I have been getting a lot of questions on some of the music I feature on IG. I decided to move the videos on here also for your viewing pleasure. So if you like the snippet you hear on IG, you can always come here and check out the whole video. Yeah, I know I’m too good to you guys. 🙂 You’re welcome my little pinga faces. (Don’t know what a pinga face is? Ask your friendly neighborhood Spanish person)
First off, fuck off. I really fucking hate when people say this shit. Hip Hop is “dead”, “gone”, “not the same”. Just because Nas said it you niggas act like it was gospel.
You see I come from an era where most of the Hip Hop I listened to was underground anyways. Yeah sure, I miss hearing the radio and the airwaves was full of quality shit. But in the internet “information age” we are in, quality Hip Hop is everywhere.
Discussing this topic with a popular 90’s Hip Hop page on IG’. His statement was “taking Hip Hop back”. My response simply was, “Hip Hop never went anywhere though”. When he then responded simply, “Left the mainstream”.
Okay, sure, we can say it left the “mainstream” but how true is that statement? It made me think.
“Well, I like Action Bronson, and to me that’s not underground. He’s signed with Atlantic Records and was linked to Warner Brothers. So has it really left mainstream?”.
This is exactly why I have opted to use the term “indie Hip Hop” rather than underground too much these days. To me underground takes me back to being a 15 year backpack head in the record store being passed a CD that my boys brother just brought back from being stationed in Indiana.
So when you say “take Hip Hop back” my response is always “was is gone?”. When they say “Hip Hop is dead” my response is “fuck off”. You are insulting mother Hip Hop you fucks. Hip Hop never went anywhere, we probably can’t ever expect the airwaves to revert to it’s 1994 ways. So suck it up. Hip Hop does not live underground, but in me and everyone keeping this culture fresh.
Scrolling through my feed most Instagram Hip Hop pages can be summed up by this:
I mean, don’t get me wrong, there are some really dope pages. There are a lot of you I really like interacting with. But some “Hip Hop” pages need to be removed. Like removed not only off Instagram, but like out of existence. Or we should be able to put you under Hip Hop probation until we release you.
I was inspired by two things to write a small piece on this. One is the by my fellow Hip Hop blogger extraordinaire @KimDuizm HipHopHabitual.Com tweet recently about Wu Wednesday (we will visit this in a minute) and another fellow Hip Hop page post calling out these Hip Hop pages we are discussing.
Let’s start off discussing Wu-Wednesday. I love the Wu. I have loved the Wu since that faithful day when I was 12 when my brother brought me the 36 Chambers on cassette, so they hold a very special place in my heart. But the over saturation of Wutang posts on my feed is overwhelming. It’s the same 20 pictures that everyone already saw. Yes, I already know, “the face someone makes when they say they don’t listen to Wu Tang”, no need to remind me. I have participated in this day but I have already tried to give you original meme’s, samples, etc. But I just gave up.
Speaking of originality, this is what these so called “Hip Hop” pages lack. Educate others. Put people onto new music. Share your music. Share your art. Share your record/cd/tape collection. Share your photography. Bring some substance to this culture I love so very fucking much. Don’t post that same Googled image we saw over 100 times already. Bring some original shit. You wouldn’t accept someone serving you someone’s left over steak at a restaurant, why the fuck should Hip Hop be any different?
I’ve discussed this topic with some fellow Hip Hop pages and heads out there and the same things always comes up, “But they have the most followers… why?”. The answer can be debated, but what I come up with is that it’s SIMPLE. Simple shit for simple niggas. Same concept can be put to life. Simple is safe. It’s familiar. So the masses are drawn to that.
I knew from go that Live Elements, will never have as many followers as some of these pages. I post a lot of underground that people don’t know of. It’s cool, I’d rather have substance heard and viewed by open minded people than 30K of followers that only know the same 90’s Hip Hop artists and never want to expand their mind to more. It’s not ever about followers with me. It’s about Hip Hop. Even this blog, if some people read it cool, I’m good with that.
I’ve been called “pretentious” and asked “but why does it bother you?” when it comes to Hip Hop on Instagram. My statement is as follows:
“I Live Elements, am not more Hip Hop than anyone else. I am not more Hip Hop than the 15 year old girl that picked up a Jedi Mind Trick’s album and deleted all the Drake off her phone. Nobody is more Hip Hop than Hip Hop. This beautiful culture that saved my life. But what I am is very passionate about her, mother Hip Hop. I will work everyday of my life to give back to Hip Hop as much as it’s been given to me. So when I see a disrepect to her, I will make sure my voice is heard. My not be by many, but it’s heard. Hip Hop > Instagram. Peace.”
Okay, so here we are again. Cause for some reason you guys like to know what I have to say about these albums. And this week Blu graced us with “Good to be Home” with an early release. I was really looking forward to this, and good to say, I didn’t get pissed off about it like that AOTP album.
So here is my Two Cents… Let me start by saying that I’ve seen this before. I’ve seen this happen before. You may know of this guy named Sean Daley. Well, he had amazing albums in the late 90’s early 2000’s that us backpack heads really dug. Clever wordplay and poetically painting lyrical pictures for us. Well circa 2014 we see a slew of “stans” that believe that anything that he spits is “classic”. He could read Craiglists ads for male transsexuals and I would see about 100 posts about how genius and dope it is.
The point I was trying to make with that is that Blu is seriously a lot of peoples favorite color as he so cleverly says. I believe Blu is slowly becoming a lot of these female “Hip Hop Heads” favorite color. Come on, light skinned West Coast brotha with soul? How could he not. It’s not going to matter what he puts out. Bitches are going to love this guy forever. But he got a pass on this album… so continue bitches, where you were…
But back to the album because that is another discussion all together. This album is … good. Not bad. Not pissing myself good like Strange Journey … but good. I like it. Mainly because Blu’s hopscotch style of rhyming and ability to take you though the album with his words hasn’t faltered. Like Blu has stepped back and gathered all his life experience and gave us a solid lyrical album.
I see a lot of people liking Bombay’s producing of this album. His soulful beats do remind me of Apollo Brown/Madlib-isk sytle but what really throws my ears off is his fragmented style. Some people might dig it, but for a minute I thought my phone was fucking up. Makes me kinda hope there is a “Brown Tape” of this coming.
Growing up in the West Coast I appreciate this. Blu is able to optimize the West in this. But you don’t have to be from the West to appreciate this lyrically solid album.
So end of the day because I’m not like those other “review” blogs, it’s worth copping. Get it. Expose your stupid niece/nephew who listens to 2Chainz to it. They’ll thank you later.
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