Every day I get turnt up/turned on (not sex-style, mind you) by a new jawn is a win… Today’s random @YouTube jump led me to B.E.N.N.Y. The Butcher’s “India.” Without getting too deep into the science of it all, #thugrap / #streetrap is a well-done with ketchup concept (both “played” and overcooked/home-made just like the orange tirade in office prefers served). Kool G Rap (@kgrfilms) was the #OG and lyrically played out relatively easy to follow tales in dense lyricism (as truly one of the G.O.A.T. MC’s), but by the mid-‘90s things were already getting tired, with some cats I won’t name getting way too arcane and impenetrable (“sounding dope” but only understood via a Street Talk For Dummies-type manual). Everybody wanted to live out their Mack/mafioso dreams on wax, but the trend quickly found it’s half-life, with few both lyrically adept and strong enough as storytellers to extend beyond braggadocio and simply “talkin’ that shit”. It can be argued that if you’re truly speaking to the, “…case still open, so I can’t get that specific”-type tales such as Benny within “India,” this coded verbiage serves the topics laid quite well, but it doesn’t make it any more engaging or tolerable than being corner-pinned into lengthy conversations with the pseudo-intellectual at a dinner party. Whether it’s composite stories pulled from eagle-eye observation or experiential tales, oftentimes the hip-hop’s lost as a craft within the sub-style. Though, exceptions in this modern-age exist, such as @freddiegibbs (“Thuggin’” on repeat ‘til my days cease), @torae, Termanology (@termanologyst), Skyzoo (@skyzoothewriter), to name a few… and you can add Ben to that list. Dig on in… @officialkoolkeith @getbenny @griseldarecords #impeachthepresident @impeachtrump2019 @quasimoto @nowagain @duckdownmusic @brickrecords96 @djpremier @dj_cherrystones (at Chicago metropolitan area)
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