Monday 24 June 2013

Daily Ghetto: Dizzee Rascal - H-Town

So Dizzee Rascal has finally made the move many grime and UK hip-hop acts have made already - getting American rappers to feature on their songs to make them relevant to the US audience as well as making their songs more club-friendly.

Trae the Truth and Bun B guest on this - bringing that Southern Rap flow and signature sound.

Their verses fit the beat well and don't jar against Dizzee Rascal's verses earlier in the song, which can often happen in trans-Atlantic collaborations like this.

For me, the mark of a good MC is hearing what he can do over quite a simple beat - and Dizzee shows his worth in this area.

His flow is allowed to breathe, because while this song's beat is good, it is incredibly stripped back and would be dull if it wasn't for the varied delivery of all three rappers - Dizzee in particular.

I'm looking forward to hearing all of The Fifth, Dizzee Rascal's upcoming album, because this track has set the tone and hopefully we aren't subjected to the Ibiza party anthems that plagued his last album, this time around.


Monday 17 June 2013

Daily Ghetto: Gucci Mane ft. Rick Ross - Trap House 3

I haven't blogged in exactly a month because I have a business to run - I'm a busy man!

But this absolute joke of a rap song brought me out of my blogging hiatus.

This is everything that is wrong with modern rap.

And I mean everything - the weak-assed beat, Gucci Mane rapping about his money (big surprise there), how he's going to get it and how he's holed up in his trap house.

And then it doesn't get any better when that fatass Rick Ross decides to take that stupid thing off his head stop throwing money around and start dropping some bars - weak bars at that!

Even the video is boring - seriously - Gucci pulls up in a Rolls Royce Phantom, or Ghost, whatever, I've seen that car make an appearance in every rap video since 2006, some white chick that looks bored is mooching around, everyone is wearing ice and counting money and then we get the displeasure of seeing Rick Ross' fat rolls jiggle all over the place. Some gunmen come to the house with assault rifles and Gucci gets his gun ready to shoot back, that's it.

I don't like to cuss on this blog, but let me state this clearly - Gucci Mane is shit and this song is the biggest pile of crap I've heard this year by a long shot!