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this beat is fuckin GUTTER suzi analogue knows she KNOWS

#beats

play the stove, lames are disposed

#roc marciano #new york #rap #hip hop #gangster rap #grimey #ratchet

#h-town #houston #bun b #slim thug #scarface #z-ro #rap #hip hop

i can't even have one of the bottles? why you gotta have all of em fam?

#b. martin #juicy j #kendrick lamar #rap #hip hop

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

#massive #banger #noisia #mark knight #drum and bass #ukf

#SchoolBoy Q #oxymoron #tde #black hippy #los angeles #hip hop #rap #gangster rap

space

#action bronson #harry fraud #adrift

dicegamereal

“I ain’t never been shit, that’s what my mommy said Now they callin’ to check to see if I took the gun from under my bed”

Secretly the realest Quik song of all. Dude’s mentally unraveling while cracking jokes about it, like Slim Shady LP-era Eminem with even less of a filter. A jokey line about watching a “purple videotape” only a verse away from jamming his .38 into his mouth. Right after the quoted lines, noting with a slight lyrical grin that nobody trusts him—his mother, his shrink, himself. Then, a rambling digression about “Freeway” Ricky Ross, the CIA, and gangs killing children that’s like tangentially connected (at best!) to dude’s clear mental illness. And then, of course, the key line with Quik in particular—“my enemies are my used-to-be friends,” an already pretty damn resonant line that becomes hilarious when applied to Quik, whose entire career has been burning and rebuilding and reburning bridges with AMG, Suga Free, and pretty much every single other rapper who’s ever been part of his scene. His whole run-on-sentence style is even pertinent here, like it sounds like a guy rushing to get everything he’s gotta say out because this is his only chance at a confession on wax. Just a great fucking song. Quik’s sort of staked his claim on being a production auteur and the kinda West Coast gangsta “smartest guy in the room,” but getting nakedly personal on this song works wonders for him. (I won’t lie to you here. There’s probably a whole post I could write on why Trauma, while being a huge mess in a lot of ways, is a contender for my favorite rap album of at least the past decade. But I’ll spare you, it’s 1:30 in the morning and you don’t need to hear it. But really, listen to it if you haven’t, or give it another shot if you have. It’s an underrated record.)