A$AP Ferg - Trap’d Arti$t
PAINTING EPHEMERAL VIEWS OF AN UPBRINGING GLISTENED WITH THE STARS OF HARLEM, NEW YORK WHO FILTERED IN AND OUT OF HIS FATHER’S STORE, FOR DAROLD FERGUSON, JR. A.K.A. A$AP FERG, WHO USES ABSTRACT CREATIVITY TO BOTH PAINT AND DESIGN, RAPPING IS AN AGGRESSIVE FORM OF MUCH THE SAME EXPRESSION.
One part of the hip-hop creative, Always Strive And Prosper (A$AP) Mob, which features the notable A$AP Rocky and a slew of rappers, producers, creators and designers, Ferguson slots in nicely to his high school group as they conquer their slice of hip-hop’s history. Before their coming together Ferguson was known as a hustler, a so-called trap lord establishing a fashion label bequeathed to him by his late father, a shirt designer for many of hip-hop’s illustrious, P. Diddy and Bad Boy, Heavy D and Bell Biv Devoe. Ferguson declares, that if not for being a recording artist he would have been known as A$AP Ferg, a part of hip-hop one way or another.
Highlighting how hard he goes in the paint, Ferguson is about expressing himself through various art and finds himself following the style wars of fashion luminaries Alexander Wang, Jeremy Scott to most recently clothes shopping in the company of Ralph Lauren, to even painting the walls of his home with Ralph Lauren suede effect. But the art for which he is most admired is in his debut LP, Trap Lord released last August featuring Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Onyx and B-Real of Cypress Hill. Trap Lord paints his Harlem, New York roots, as illustrated on the closer, ‘Cocaine Castle’ where Ferguson draws from the darker surroundings to his childhood, imagery reminiscent of New Jack City’s The Carter building set in Harlem’s Graham Court. Then just as Trap Lord climbs to an ascension it is pinched off, teasing listeners for more.
Rip Nicholson goes in on the artist that is, A$AP Ferg.
To read full interview + Q & A [READ HERE]
Crenshaw’s Hu$$le Rocks the Highline Ballroom in N.Y.
Nipsey Hussle performed in New York’s Highline Ballroom on his Crenshaw tour. Here, he flipped over several of his new joints from his recent mixtape as well as a handful of classics.
Tupac, Fist Fights & the Making of ‘Juice’
Oral History: Tupac, Fist Fights and the Making of ‘Juice’
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Q. Bishop. Steel. Raheem. These iconic characters are forever part of hip-hop lore. Their quest to get a rep drove Ernest Dickerson’s directorial debut, which was a morality tale on the dangers of peer pressure. With a magnetic cast, including a young Tupac, an amazing soundtrack, on-set beatdowns and a minor gun controversy, the only logical result was an urban classic.
Ernest Dickerson was having none of it. It was 1990 when the veteran film director—who first gained notoriety as Spike Lee’s groundbreaking cinematographer on such landmark films as She’s Gotta Have It (1986), Do The Right Thing (1989) and Malcolm X (1992)—was set to finally direct his own big screen vehicle entitled Juice. With the backing of Hollywood heavyweight Richard Donner, the gritty drama about four teenage Harlem friends who get caught up in the vicious cycle of street politics, was given the green light. But Hollywood had plans for something entirely different.
“They told us, ‘Maybe you should make this more of a comedy,’” recounts Dickerson 20 years later. The 62-year-old auteur has since taken his talents to the small screen as the director of the new FOX supernatural hit Sleepy Hollow. “‘It’s too dark…make it funny full of one-liners about these kids in Harlem who get in trouble.’” Dickerson and longtime friend and Juice co-writer Gerard Brown weren’t biting. “[We] looked at each other and knew what they were suggesting was not something we wanted to have our names on.”
However, a year later, Juice would indeed be made on the duo’s own terms. Featuring a virtually unknown cast of actors, the two-fisted film was driven by the brazen attitude and chest-beating spirit of hip-hop under the musical supervision of groundbreaking Public Enemy producer Hank Shocklee. Barely out of high school, Omar Epps, Jermaine Hopkins, Khalil Kain and future rap icon Tupac Shakur—whose riveting star turn as loose canon Bishop led the way—added unfiltered authenticity to Juice’s already fast-paced morality tale of peer pressure gone tragically awry.
Cobbled together for a miniscule $3 million, the film would go on to gross more than six times that. For the fans that witnessed this unlikely triumph and snatched up Juice’s star-studded soundtrack, featuring the game-changing likes of Rakim, Big Daddy Kane, Naughty By Nature and Cypress Hill, they had no idea of the boiling drama behind the scenes. Violent brawls, a shooting death, competitive brinksmanship ignited by Shakur and creative battles with studio heads that nearly derailed the film were just some of the issues that Dickerson and crew faced. This is the story of how the whole damn thing prevailed under unforgiving circumstances. This is the oral history of Juice.
Suge Knight Reflects on ‘Doggystyle’
A recent interview by ROLLING STONE MAGAZINE awakened a slumbering beast in Suge Knight. The ex-mogul is asked to revisit the making of one of a generation’s finest albums, Doggystyle, by Snoop Doggy Dogg, the teenager who helped Suge build his empire out West in Death Row Records. This interview includes parts excluded from what went to print where Suge goes in on K.Dot and reminds us of his part in shaping B.I.G.’s Ready To Die LP.
(Photo above taken from February 1996 at Monty’s in L.A. Tupac with David Kenner, Suge Knight and Snoop Dogg)
This past weekend, Snoop Dogg's debut album Doggystyle turned 20. Back in 1993, the lanky 21-year-old from Long Beach, Calif. was riding high on his breakout performances from Dr. Dre's The Chronic, but he’d been implicated in the murder of Philip Woldemariam and had a murder trial looming. The Doggfather unquestionably had all eyes on him.
Doggystyle went on to sell millions of copies and spawned successful single like “What’s My Name,” “Gin & Juice” and “Murder Was the Case.” It was the second project released by Death Row Records, a label that Dr. Dre co-founded with Marion “Suge” Knight. It was Knight’s executive muscle that helped Snoop avoid jail a few years after its release, but following the 1996 murder of his label mate Tupac Shakur and Knight’s subsequent incarceration, their relationship soured. And it remained that way for years — until last February, when Snoop instagrammed a photo of the pair at an L.A. club. They’d finally made amends.
In a rare interview with Rolling Stone, Suge Knight looks back on the Doggystyle legacy. [READ HERE]
Kendrick Lamar: Rapper of the Year
Every member of rap’s Mount Rushmore dropped new albums in 2013—Kanye, Jay Z, Drake, Eminem—but it was another MC altogether who stole the crown, and he did it with just a handful of verses: Kendrick Lamar, the latest—and possibly greatest—rapper to come straight outta Compton.
We are 10,000 feet above Compton in a private jet, and Kendrick Lamar is explaining to me what happened to him yesterday, when he vanished. We had a plan: Kendrick was going to give me a guided, cue-the-G-funk-synth Star Maps tour of his neighborhood, the one he still more or less lives in, starting at his parents’ house a couple of blocks from his old high school, Centennial High, near the corner of Piru and South Central. Instead, he went AWOL. The whole day, no one from his label, Interscope, or Top Dawg Entertainment, the baby Death Row Records that originally signed him, could track him down. Kendrick was gone.
It turned out he was sitting shivah for a murdered friend he calls his “little bro”—a kid from a neighborhood where friendship is defined primarily by neighborhood. A few weeks earlier, Chad Keaton, 23, had been wounded in a drive-by shooting very close to Kendrick’s parents’ house. He held on for a month but ultimately died of complications from the gunshot wounds.
So today, here on board this Challenger 300 seven-seater, en route to New York City’s fall Fashion Week, a destination filled with people Kendrick isn’t sure whether he wants to impress or fuck with, he’s telling me about Chad. “It all happened when I was overseas,” he says. “I had to talk to him over Skype on the hospital bed before he passed.”
Yeezus Meets Zane Lowe for BBC Interview
For one of music’s most controversial and most creative inspirators for hiphop culture, Kanye West goes to the famous Abbey Road studio and sits down with Zane Lowe who recently chopped up MCHG with big brother Jay and blows off steam on everything circumventing the artist’s life from fashion, architecture, paparazzi to finally… the Yeezus LP. He gets raw, choked up, real and combative on issues affecting the now self-proclaimed King of rock music. Peep all 4 parts of this dope as fuck interview! Thanks.
K-Dot’s Spazz on ‘Control’
They hype is hammering down on the MC, his throw down could become legendary like an angry Tim Dog release. Big Sean invites Kendrick Lamar to add a verse alongside he and Jay Electronica to his new joint, ‘Control’ which missed the new album due to label clearance issues, and the West coast MC proclaims the throne of New York and goes H.A.M. on every new school rapper and peers alike (see 2nd verse). Sean Don loved it, admits Lamar went harder than him. Everybody else, the discussion is on - even legendary NBA coach Phil Jackson retorted. But as Big Sean mentioned in the aftermath of dropping the new single at least they can battle MCs across the coast and no-one gets hurts.
BIG SEAN - CONTROL
[Intro: Big Sean]
I look up
Yeah and I take my time
I’mma take my time, whoa
Power moves only, nigga
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Boy I’m ‘bout my business on business, I drink liquor on liquor
I had women on women, yeah that’s bunk bed bitches
I’ve done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin’
Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin’
But this for the girls who barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit
They prayin’ on my motherfuckin’ downfall bitch like a drought but
You gon’ get this rain like it’s May weather, G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather
Champagne just tastes better, they told me I never boy, never say never
Swear flow special like an infant’s first steps
I got paid to reverse debts
Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress
So now I’m talkin’ to the reaper to reverse death
So I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride
Show him I made somethin’ out myself and not just tried
Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
No matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind
In my mind, but fuck tryin’ and not doin’
Cause not doin’ is somethin’ a nigga not doin’
I said fuck tryin’ and not doin’
Cause not doin’ is somethin’ a nigga not doin’
I grew up to Em, B.I.G. and Pac bitch, and got ruined
So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid
Bitch, I can’t motherfuckin’ stop movin’
Go against me, you won’t stop losin’
From the city where every month is May-Day at home, spray your dome
Niggas get sprayed up like AK was cologne for a paycheck or loan
Yeah I know that shit ain’t fair
They say that Detroit ain’t got a chance, we ain’t even got a mayor
You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone
I knew that the world was for the taking and it wouldn’t take long
We on, tryna be better than everybody that’s better than everybody
Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit versus everybody
I’m so fuckin’ first class, I could spit up on every pilot
The city’s my Metropolis, feel it, it’s metabolic
And I’m over niggas sayin’ they’re the hottest niggas
Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot
I’m one of the hottest because I flame drop
Drop fire, and not because I’m name dropping, Hall of Fame droppin’
And I ain’t takin’ shit from nobody unless they’re OG’s
Cause that ain’t the way of an OG
So I G-O collect more G’s, every dollar
Never changed though, I’m just the new version of old me
Forever hot headed but never got cold feet
Got up in the game won’t look back at my old seats
Clique so deep we take up the whole street
I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don
[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
Miscellaneous minds are never explainin’ their minds
Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond
Peddlin’ sin, thinkin’ maybe when you get old you realize
I’m not gonna fold or demise
(I don’t smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it!)
Bitch, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
Don’t pop me no fucking pill, I’mma a pop you and give you this
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit
So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam on this shit
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch
One at a time, I line em up and bomb on they mom while she watching the kids
I’m in a destruction mode if the gold exists
I’m important like the Pope, I’m a Muslim on pork
I’m Makaveli’s offspring, I’m the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
The juggernaut’s all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
Cartier bracelets for my women friends I’m in Vegas
Who the fuck y’all thought it’s supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin’ me
I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable
Fuck y’all clubs, fuck y’all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts
Gobble dick up til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt
This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch (Russ x6)
I’ve seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies’ll prolly turn these niggas to fucking Lindsay Lohan
A bunch of rich ass white girls looking for parties
Playing with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give em the car key
Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney
You called me a black Beatle, I’m either that or a Marley
(I don’t smoke crack motherfucker I sell it)
I’m dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
I’m aimin’ straight for your pelvis, you can’t stomach me
You plan on stumpin’ me? Bitch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me
Bitch I put one on yours, I’m Sean Connery
James Bonding with none of you niggas, climbing 100 mil in front of me
And I’m gonna get it even if you’re in the way
And if you’re in it, better run for Pete’s sake
I heard the barbershops spittin’ great debates all the time
Bout who’s the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y’all
New niggas just new niggas, don’t get involved
And I ain’t rockin no more designer shit
White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvettes anonymous
I’m usually homeboys with the same niggas I’m rhymin’ wit
But this is hip-hop and them niggas should know what time it is
And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale
Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake
Big Sean, Jay Electron’, Tyler, Mac Miller
I got love for you all but I’m tryna murder you niggas
Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas
They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas
What is competition? I’m tryna raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive
Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grand
With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as fuck tryna land
With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head
Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said
That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread
[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
You could check my name on the books
I Earth, Wind, and Fire’d the verse, then rained on the hook
The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
Watch over your shoulders
And keep a tin of beans for when the weather turns the coldest
The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over
Put your trust in the Lord but tether your Chevy Nova
I’m spittin’ this shit for closure
And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova
For all you magicians that’s fidgeting with the cobra
I’m silent as a rock, ‘cause I came from a rock
That’s why I came with a rock, then signed my name on the Roc
Draw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot
Cause I endured a lot of pain for everything that I got
The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rains from the heart
And the tissue is like an angel kissin you in the dark
You go from blind sight to hindsight, passion of the Christ
Right, to baskin’ in the limelight, it take time to get your mind right
Jay Electricity, PBS mysteries
In a lofty place, tangling with Satan over history
You can’t say shit to me - Alhamdulillah
It’s strictly by faith that we made it this far
JAKK FROST – BEARD GANG ALUMNI
Jakk Frost & Tana Da Beast connect to shoot a video for their new freestyle “Beard Gang Alumni.”
C.R.E.A.M. - The First Drop
CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME!
When did it get so F.U.B.A.R.? When 50 Cent sold water to Coca Cola? When Vodka and Tequila began double-teaming hip hop, re-branding bottles? When Champagne makers had to watch what they say in fear of losing such global iconic rappers as Jay-Z from blurbing their brands through lyrics and popping their corks on videos? Big business has been catching the vapours from hip hop since Russell bum-rushed the show, and for the most part they’ve held hands and laughed all the way to the stock exchange. The reality of rap has ventured from the streets to representing a global business model – jackin’ C.R.E.A.M. For beats.
Decoded: Pusha T on ‘Keys Open Doors’
Unsigned Hype - FRANX QUEST
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New and unsigned artists who want more exposure, Hiphop.sh wants to help by building a starting base of interest. Nothing like letting these fresh emcees go hard in the paint and drop a verse of some braggadocious BS!
We are proud to present our first artist; FRANX QUEST who prefers rather than a bio summing up his style, to use his own words and more importantly let his art speak.
I never speak my mind, it hurts to bite my tongue
My momma always tells me Live it up because your young
My Brothers always tell me that I’m soon to be the one
but I ain’t made it yet, so whats that like?
When your money hungry and you always want another bite
When the darkest Paths seem so light
Bunch of haters wanna knock your vision so you’re loosing sight
Standing tall Like Dwight
Told em’ niggas I ain’t going down without a fight.
Ya niggas is pitiful, say i ain’t lyrical
but be quoting my shit, so hypocritical
I’m a lyrical criminal, ya niggas is replicas, & I’m the original
I was under for a while, now I’m flipping the script, Call it reciprocals
I be killing this shit, call it despicable
Never predictable I spit the unthinkable
Grinding to the top there’s no stop I’m invincible
But I be killing em, songs be on point Even your sista be listening’
Tril nigga, going in like I’m blitzing in!
The realest from the burbs, I got water for these thirst
OMW home, so I’m rounding around third
I’m a Latino to this game so i put in lots of work
Premeditated murder so you better call a nurse
I’m just keeping it real, Real Niggas say WORD.
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Hov Breaks Down MCHG Tracks
In support of Jay-Z’s forthcoming album, Magna Carta Holy Grail, Samsung has released three new short visuals in which the innovative #NewRule maker discusses the inspiration behind his music.
The full album is set to arrive on July 4 to Samsung Galaxy users, followed by a worldwide release on July 7.
Watch Hov break down “Heaven,” “Oceans,” “Holy Grail, “One To Many” & “Jay Z Blue” below: