Here’s a longer version of the big leak from yesterday that got the suits at Sony salty. Bonet’s ex told MTV it was an unfinished session but fuck it, it already sounds better than a lot of shit on the radio. Plus it’s MJ, bitches. R.I.P. King. Props: Hottest Ishh UPDATE: Apparently, this is a loop but still worth a listen until the Federalis take it down.
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I’m sure Moss will delete this soon. SMH. Sidebar: rapradar.com gets 8 billion views a day. Paul R. is so proud! UPDATE: With the heat on, Bow is denying he was referring to Kweli and Tek but the tweets that are linked say otherwise.
Months before Jigga stuck his foot up Auto-Tune’s ass, T-Pain helped ’cause the self destruction of Busta’s Back On My BS project with this terrible pairing. “Hustler’s Anthem ’09”? What was ’08’s? I couldn’t imagine a drug dealer ever actually bumpin’ this in his car system. And I can’t believe Ty Fyffe produced it, I usually like his stuff. Anyway, there’s just nothing memorable or substantial here as Trevor attempts to sprinkle some thug motivation and Faheem’s “la la la’s” […]
You rappers kill me with your self-inflicted mixtape release dates that you can’t meet. We got deadlines at RR and you know what we meet ’em. 5 pm, we crown Best Album of ’09. 5:30, Worst Single. See it’s not so hard. Ha. Heads Up: The calm faceless guy
The sometimes rap purist inside me pretty much ignored the Kid Cudi CD after a few first listens. It’s so emo, you have to almost be in the mood for it. Then I started to peep the praise from some fellow critical colleagues that I respect and they were right. Man On The Moon should be sellin’ enough to keep Drake up at night. But even though it isn’t is no reflection on how good it is. Yeah like the […]
That’s right I co-sign Radric’s CD despite the outcries but I can’t stand behind this one. Hopefully, 2010 will bring us less record label-endorsed, cookie-cutter collabos like this one. Everytime I play the State album, I skip by this one. Plain and simple, it feels and sounds pretentious. Big established R&B star with rising rap act equals surefire smash. Right? Nope. Oil and water. Polow Da Don’s track is okay but I can’t take serious lines like “Gucci on Elimidate” […]
It’s easy at first to dismiss Fab’s latest CD as being just like all of his previous. Well Loso’s coming out party doesn’t deviate far from his hardcore hip-hop/R&B flavored collabo formula except for the fact that these joints got a lil extra bang to them. You can’t front on the emotive “Imma Do It” and the verbal intercourse displayed with Lil Wayne on the stirring “Salute”. Your ladyfriend will enjoy Ryan Leslie’s captivating contribution (“Everything, Everyday, Everywhere”) and appearances […]
I appreciate Bryan “Baby” Williams business acumen for signing London-based hitmaker Jay Sean but that doesn’t mean I want him to make any music with the mate. Obviously this joint is designed for clubs from the East Side of Manhattan to Europe but even if I was rose champagned-up like Drake, poppin ex pills like Irv Gotti in his prime, and surrounded in all four corners by skrippers, would I think this song even sounds halfway tolerable. Thankfully, it didn’t […]
Marshall Mathers returned to the rap game clean and sober but his mind was still on drugs. Relapse is chock full of references to seemingly every prescription your grandma ever thought of havin’ in her cabinet. Unlike any other MC on your iPod, Eminem is truly in his own dark and demented world. He’s poppin’ valium like ma dukes on “My Mom”, disintergrating babies on “Stay Wide Awake”, and chokin’ Lindsay Lohan with a sixty-six inch extension cord (“Same Song […]
Last spring, the promo machine behind T.I.’s last days of freedom was on full tilt. So we didn’t need a song to remind us to keep him in the forefront of our minds as he went on his Forest City vacation. This was the lead single of the aborted Paper Trail re-release and, thank God, Lyor’s squad came to their senses. This songs reeks of schmaltzy melodrama. The Queen of Hip-Hop’s hook is excruciating and The King really has nothin’ […]
[…] The music video for “Certified” pairs sleek cinematography with Café’s gritty bars, delivering a polished yet raw aesthetic. Set against an urban backdrop that reflects the rapper’s New York roots, the visuals capture the authenticity and charisma that have defined Red Café’s career. Each scene is a nod to the resilience and ambition that has kept him relevant in an ever-changing music landscape. […]