Cops are an easy target for ridicule, probably have been since the first thug was assigned the task of law enforcement, I imagine it was just mob rules, by divine right, prior to that. I’ve always been wary of them though, people with guns and the law on their side, are best kept at a distance. I’ve called them for assistance a few times in my life, once when my truck got stolen (never recovered) and another time, on myself, when I was a couple days into a really bad detox, hallucinating that there were dragons and babies in my house. If there’s one thing I want my Son to know about cops, it’s do not resist. It sucks to say that, and it shouldn’t be taken generally as a philosophical way of life (Know Your Rights), but every time I’ve been arrested, I did what was asked of me and the process was relatively painless. The best practice though, is to never get caught in the first place, and if you’re going to do crime, make sure you’re smart about it…obviously, and never admit to a crime.
Speaking of my Son, who was just accepted to Eastern Carolina University (Go Pirates!), he just turned me onto some good tune-age. He, like his old man, is a music lover, always has been, but go figure. His drug of choice is rap and hip hop, which took a little while to settle with me, for various reasons, but music is music right and creativity has many shapes and sizes? …and some of that shit really is wicked. So far he’s opened and blown my mind with the likes Wiz Khalifa, Lil Wayne, and Riff Raff. All very stoney guys, I should probably be worried about my boy and the refer, but I’d just be happy if he took it real easy when it came to the bottle. This time he’s got me groovin to the delightful sounds of Chance the Rapper. He’s a youngen, just barely out of high school, a few years older than my boy, and just dropped with his first mix tape in 2012. Wikipedia has a minimalist biography on him, but he so brand new that there isn’t a lot to say, except that he’s got mind blowing talent. All his stuff is free, where it first found itself at datPiff. I’m not quite sure who is doing his beats and samples, maybe he’s doing them himself, but as a foundation for his words, the music is pitch perfect. There’s quite the variety to the mix, but one common thread is this stoney, jazz vibe, mostly laid back, with horns and piano here and there. You can almost envision yourself in this smoke filled room, lights lowered, everybody lightheartedly nodding their heads. His rap is equally stoney and really takes it to the next level, from sativa on up to indica, sticky green, juicy raps. He can do that cabaret R&B thing and/or this hybrid hip hop, in a trance thing, pulling rhymes from other dimensions. Like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar, Chance noodles back and forth with these new rhythms, sub-rhythms and tripped out melodies. Going back to my youth, his rap reminds me a bit of De La Soul or better yet Digable Planets, if you’re in the know, you’ll know what I mean. Apparently his DOC (drug of choice) is LSD (lysergic acid diethylamide), which works well with this otherworldly, hallucinatory sound. Even Justin Bieber (my Granddaughter’s favorite, I call him “the Beaver” to her), or at least his management recognized Chance’s skills…
Justin Bieber – Confident (ft. Chance the Rapper)
On a side note, that is the first time I have listened to the Beaver, and I can’t deny why he is so popular, it’s so tame, perfect for the masses, like a sugar substitute. Anyway, Chance’s first outing, the 10 Day mixtape is out of this world good, considering his age and not having mountains of production behind it…
Family (ft Vic Mensa and Sulaiman)
He steps it up a little bit with his next and latest outing Acid Rap, a little more experience, a little more production, sophisticated, cultivated. I love how he has this smart ass tone, like everything he says could be followed up with a smirk, the only way to capture the colors of his rap would be in a cartoon, he’s Loony Tunes…
Everybody’s Something (ft. Saba & BJ The Chicago Kid)
I like how on this one he samples a conversation with his Father, who is praising his son…nothing better than being proud of your progeny, overcome by your offspring…
Everything’s Good (Good Ass Outro)
The vid below was my first exposure, the tune my son Liam turned me onto…
Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose
I mean, I know I’m pretty cool
My Nitty bag, my kitty boost
I got the juice, I got the juice
Chano, Chatham’s own
Foolies glad I’m home
Even my haters kinda glad I’m on
Rest In Peace to my Vagabond
Rapper song, singer – suspended, subpoena
For misdemeanors, dreamer, held back ass is lowkey still a senior
And I still shake up BO Squad, praying for my BroBois
City on the Come Up, shout that nigga Sosa!
Shout my nigga Fat Trel, shout my nigga Joseph
Playing Buenos Aires while they sleepin’ Buenas Noches!
Wonder if I wrote this cause it’s so crisp
The most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice
I could win an Oscar, Russian Accent Husky
Acid addict, Costly avid Actor
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! TURN UP TURN UP!
I got the juice, I got the juice (YUP!)
God give me one sentence more
Maybe I just gotta get suspended more?
Hash tag it, get mentions for it
Make you love it, get it trending more
And then act humble
Hear some bull that some dude mumble
Wantin’ to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you
Knowin bitch niggas wanna bring guns to the rumbles, igh!
But I love y’all souls
Don’t let the juice spill Pac!
Blue pill pop
Til you feel good enough to pop the popped bitch in the blue heels yop!
That one – drown in the juice nigga
Hunnid proof get found in a youth nigga
Stop with all the trynna introduce nigga
Everybody know you dude you the new nigga!
Hows it feel to be you? Yo no sé
I ain’t really been myself since Rod passed
I ain’t even really need that shop class
I ain’t really been weak since pops smashed
I’m a genius, a mothafuckin pop smash
Hit sensei, master
Jack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe
Been paid, 10 Day been they FAFSA
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! TURN UP TURN UP!
You never tasted paper
Tripped, racing yaself trynna chase the paper
I just faced a Vega
And you love being Kobe when you make the lay up
Till you realize everybody in the world fuckin hates the Lakers, Hahaha
And then everybody wanna sip, til the juice spill everybody want a bib
And then everybody wanna dip
Told you I ain’t worried, I ain’t scared of the booth
All you can do is spit a verse of the truth
Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits
And the thirst, just the worst, it’s the curse of the juice!
[Hook + Bridge]
Juice, juice, juice, juice… yup!
Juice, juice, juice, juice… yup!
Somebody went and compiled a bunch of Chance’s featured appearances for you to listen to…