mixtape maestro (2.0)

Just when our adoration for Gucci Mane’s The State vs. Radric Davis-housed tribute to all things yellow (bling, rims, booty), “Lemonade”, is at an all time high (surely, we’ll have another “best Gucci Mane track ever!!” next month, but right now we can’t get enough of the track’s manic piano tinkering and chorus of children awesomely chiming “Lemon pepper wangs and a freeze cup”), Fabolous swoops down on the Bangladesh beat to give it a different excellent flip.

The track, entitled “For The Money”, is one of the immediate highlights from Fab’s newly dropped mixtape There is No Competition – Part 2: The Funeral Service and could honestly be a hit single all on it’s own, thanks to the Brooklyn emcee changing it’s lyrical focus from singular hue obsessions to one of his own favorite radio banger topics (“shawtys” with dollar signs in their eyes) while humorously revising the hook with squeaky-voiced anony-chicks begging him to “write another song for the money” to keep their high-priced lifestyle on point.

“When the money gone/ She gon’ be the fuck gone with it,” Fab preaches, sounding not as much annoyed as mildly amused by his girl’s gold-digging obviousness: “I say ‘How many pair?’/ She say ‘Who’s countin?’”. Of course, though, it’s featured guest Nicki Minaj who ends up stealing the entire track with this LOL-worthy verse capper: “I told Fab ‘Get that Michael Knight KITT Coupe/ Before I put this pussy on your chipped tooth’”.

Grab the MP3 below, than (YOU MUST!!!) peep the song that started it all: “Lemonade”/ “For The Money”’s sample source, “Keep It Warm”, a hilarious gem by ’70’s duo Flo & Eddie (in the words of Drake, after hearing this one, you’ll definitely want to ‘thank us later’).

DL: “For The Money” (alt)

Flo & Eddie “Keep It Warm”:

DL: “Keep It Warm” (alt)

Uncategorized 70's, bangladesh, fabolous, flo & eddie, gucci mane, mixtape, nicki minaj

Seeing as though Mario’s “Break Up” spent much of the late-Summer-through-early-Winter kicking ass on urban music airwaves (coinciding with the entire length of time it took for us to finally accept it’s oddly-mashed elements as a “bonafide jam”), it’s not all that surprising that 3/4 of the single’s components (rapper Gucci Mane, singer-songwriter Sean Garrett, producer Bangladesh) would aim to recreate that chart-busting magic with the hopes of becoming hip hop/ R&B’s newest Midas Touch team.

If they continue pumping out infectious bangers like “Up In Your Heart”, a new track bearing the collaborative artistic print of the trio (from Garrett’s forthcoming second attempt at breaking out as a solo artist), such aspirations might soon become a reality.

With Bangladesh constructing another initially disorienting but ultimately addicting backing track bubbling with percussion-heavy delirium, Garrett slides through with a catchy chant of a hook: “Girl I won’t play with your head/ I wanna get up in your heart”. Which sounds sweet enough until we soon learn through his rap-sung first verse that by getting in your heart, Sean means getting so far up in you, he damn near reaches your heart: “You wonderin’ just why I like to wear a wife-beater/ Why I wear a wife beater?/ Well, uh, I like to beat her…”.

Meanwhile, Gucci coasts through a charismatic verse and a half, his flow playing hopscotch atop Bangladesh’s various drum taps as he flings out goofball one-liners at nearly every turn (“I let her shop until she drop/ And when she drop I get on top”).

A super-group in the making? It’s still too early to tell, but these three cats should keep the club floor crowded for at least another season with this one.

DL: “Up In Your Heart” (alt)

Uncategorized bangladesh, gucci mane, sean garrett, sex jam

There are times when Beyonce goes on one of her overly-flamboyant, “tomorrow’s R&B”-soundtracked tangents that modern pop/ R&B brilliance emerges. We’ve experienced that with “Upgrade U” and “Single Ladies”, two tracks that tested the limits of our comfort with sultry vocals being lain atop the most oddly-constructed, mechanized-hip hop-soul grooves, and ultimately won out by having sturdy enough hooks and themes at their core.

But for every one of those gems, there’s a handful of others within that same style that largely fail at justifying the point in her trying so hard to go against the grain. Latest I Am…Sasha Fierce single “Video Phone” falls in this camp.

Over co-producers Bangladesh and Sean Garrett’s weird, cacophonic hip hop-styled homage to Trent Reznor, Beyonce takes on a slinky, exaggerated Southern drawl to indulge in a little burlesque-y “I know you want me; I want you to” preening. “You sayin’ that you want me/ So press record/ I’ll let you film me,” she teases betwixt the track’s eerie recipe of pinball machine plinks, finger snaps and two-ton drums, sounding probably a little too delighted in being some random guy’s via-iPhone jack-off accompaniment.

Like “Diva”, Be’s catchphrase-riddled “A Milli” for the ladies, “Video Phone” would work best as a brief album interlude, since it’s only for about a minute and a half that it manages to be an intriguing curioso cut. After that, it starts to feel like a meandering mess, unable to latch onto a strong hook or cool musical-based deviation to make it’s multiple elements gel into an satisfying whole.

Throwing in Lady Gaga as a duet partner for the Deluxe Edition remix doesn’t really help matters either, as what should be this amazing event quickly grows sour, with Gaga sounding a bit lost trying to mimick the gully sass of Destiny’s Favorite Child and proving, as she did when playing hook girl to Wale, that she’s not as captivating when relegated to the side car role (The video, embedded below, is kinda hot though).

If there is one “Phone” one should attach themselves to, we say go for B & L’s other recently released collaboration, the far catchier “Telephone”, or the Pitbull-assisted remix of “Video Phone” featuring the “I’m The Shit” beat and the Cuban-American emcee giving a couple seconds long karaoke shout-out to the old DC nugget, “Survivor”.

DL: “Video Phone (Pitbull Remix)” (alt)

Uncategorized bangladesh, beyonce, crunk & b, duet, lady gaga, pitbull, sean garrett

Kinda frightening to think what the rap landscape will be like once Wayne has to spend his year in prison, innit?

Even at his most irritating ubiquitous, the man has the power to heighten hip hop-themed conversation unlike very few others, with whatever new song, remix, freestyle to emerge from him destined to light up the blogosphere commentary world with record speed no matter how great or meh said product is.

Knowing Weezy though, he’ll make sure the twelve month sentence will fly by without folks getting the chance to miss him too much, as he’s probably in the lab right this moment cooking up enough freestyle dishes to ensure one new lyrical treat premieres each of the three hundred and sixty-five days. Alongside “official” joints set for planned near-future releases both solo (the long pushed-back rap/ rock question mark Rebirth, The Carter IV) and label related (Young Money Fam; solo debuts from Mack Maine and Nikki Minaj), Wayne will likely remain just as omnipresent as he has been the past few years.

But to steer focus back to what this post was really supposed to be about…Wayne’s newest mixtape, No Ceilings, has hit the Webs (four days earlier than expected), and for all those longing to hear the Young Money king slather some of the hottest hip hop beats of 2009 (from Jay’s “Run This Town” to Gucci Mane’s “Wasted” to, er, the Black Eyed Peas’ “I Gotta Feeling”) with his typically WTF vocabulary (you could make a drinking game out of the many creative ways he spins an “I’m the shit” boast or cleverly embeds an athlete’s name into a line)…think of this as an early Christmas present.

Catch some of our favorites below, including “Break Up”, a collaboration with Short Dawg and Gudda Gudda over the beat behind Mario’s current smash (and oh how much better that circular Bangladesh-produced loop sounds when it’s not being awkwardly used to support a R&B track), and “Throw It In The Bag”, which sees Wayne narrating the pleasures of lavish life-aided rap sex-mance (“Fuckin’ on Versace/ Napping on satin/ I love to hit it backwards, Call it Pig Latin…”) atop the seducingly hypnotic instrumental of Fabolous’ Dream-sampling “Bag” remix.

(Or you could simply save a bunch of time by downloading the entire [more often-than-not awesome mixtape] from Nahright.)

DL: “Break Up” (alt)

DL: “Throw It In The Bag (Remix)” (alt)

Uncategorized bangladesh, fabolous, freestyle rap, gudda gudda, lil' wayne, mario, mixtape, no ceilings, short dawg, southern rap, the-dream

The one constant awe of Beyonce’s platinum-lined slew of hit records is the singer’s ability to turn the most challenging production schemes into phenomenon-scaling pop gold. Tell any lesser female R&B singer/ songwriter to try to build a song around the taut, melody-free beats of “Jumpin’, Jumpin’”, “Upgrade U”, “Ring The Alarm” and “Single Ladies”, and they would probably crouch in fear, completely overwhelmed by such a task.

Not only is Beyonce easily able to scribble out solid tunes to the industrial rhythms, she also jampacks them with the right amount of melisma, poly-melody and catchy hook craft (not to mention, eye-tractive video clip accompaniment) to make them worldwide pop anthems.

Her latest instance is new I Am…Sasha Fierce single “Diva”, producer Bangladesh’s R&B answer to previous concoction “A Milli”, that throws a minimalist recipe of military drum rattle, booming bottom end and dwarfish chants of “I’m-a-a diva” her way.

All hood-style Alexis Colby here, Be sing-raps “Fifty million round the world and they said I couldn’t get it/ I done got so sick and filthy with benjas I can’t spend” and alerts potential paramours that they better have “a six pack in the cooler”, all the while dismissing non-independent, money-light diva-wannabes with a quick whip of her mile-long ponytail and making fringed eye wear, hop hop’s newest fashion must have.

Diva (HQ) – Beyonce

For “Adidas”, Bangladesh steals his own track back (the first of many surely to give this beat their own lyrical seasoning, “A Milli” style), bringing the “Pac out” for a tribute to his fancy man toys and favorite shoe gear (“On my feet/ Gotta have three stripes”).

DL: “Adidas” (alt)

Uncategorized bangladesh, beyonce, crunk & b, freestyle

Even when she holds off on the political ramblings for some good old-fashioned Lil’ Kim like nastiness, the consistently amazing MIA delivers a sturdy winner. On the recently leaked “Hit That”, assumed to be an album track on the upcoming Kala, MIA answers back Akon and Eminem’s attempts to do all kind of things to ‘that’ on another alien-toned bumrush of off-kilter sounds that even has the nerve to take on Wreckx-N-Effect.

As producer Bangladesh (Kelis’ “Bossy”, Ciara) bangs away at a clamoring club track of industrial noise and wordless tribal chants, MIA gets her freak on, enticing men with her lovely lady lumps in her usual chirpy gibberish fashion. Half of the time you don’t know what homegirl is saying, except when she quotes bits and pieces from the immortal booty anthem “Rump Shaker”, but her quirksome raps combined with the beat’s otherworldly allure makes for one boomtastic stab at artsy pop that reminds you why this urban version of Bjork has been making the Internet go nuts (sorry Paul Wall) for anything she feels inclined to dish out.

Uncategorized '90's, bangladesh, female rap, kala, m.i.a.