Old Money & Lamin Fofana collaborate in the first of a series of three releases for an examination of mysteries as articulated through fresh and distinct African-Caribbean lenses. Produced in the immigrant hub of Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, “Ethiopia” and “Nāga” nods to black secret technology, ancient civilizations, Haile Selassie, and various strands of diasporic influences, all funneled through hard, 4th world electronics. The lush pads and regal horns of “Ethiopia” feels like the sky clearing for an arrival while “Nāga” conjures the esoteric leanings of Wu-Tang and Jay Electronica, the funky house sounds of London, and Nuwaubians selling What Will Happen In Y2K scrolls on Rockaway Parkway circa the mid-nineties. Continue reading Ethiopia / Nāga // Old Money x Lamin Fofana→
Taking a trip down memory lane with DJ SPK’s 2011 mixtape RedRum. One of SPK’s more nitty-gritty Hip Hop themed mixes, RedRum features cuts from Ghostface, Scareface, Killer Mike, K’naan, Tyler The Creator, Wale (pre-MMG), Lupe Fiasco, Jay Electronica (pre-Roc Nation),PackFM, and more. Continue reading DJ SPK presents RedRum (2011)→
Mind detect mind plus mind detect matter. With that, I say peace to the G-Os. And all my niggas locked away in cages, givin’ shit to the COs. Doin’ long stretches on the track ’cause they fell into the trap of the Neos. The Farrakhan of rap, givin’ dap to the people. Bustin’ shots at the eagle wit’ the arrows in his talon, I’m sneakin’ shots when you peep through your peephole. Spit the abracadabra, manipulate matter wit’ a black magic created to eradicate evil.
Every magic trick consists of three parts. The Pledge: where the magician shows you something ordinary; a bird, a deck of cards or a man. The Turn: Where the magician takes the ordinary something and does something #Extraordinary.” Referring to Act I: Eternal Sunshine (the pledge) and Act II: Patents of Nobility (the turn).
She said she never fell in love with a Superman..Christian…Muslim…Protestant…Lutheran. I told her that being a mortal is the portal to the true nature of growth; The Christ like Buddha man. That’s why I never spit the traditional garbage of a night fight, bright lights, white ice to the fans. The radio is just a stereo, like the house ain’t a home, and a chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van. Go to work; go to church…let your dreams die. Bowtie, final call, and a bean pie. Yarmulke for Hanukkah, wish list for Christmas. This is the gist of the life that we lead, why? So you can fit in, with the close minded in the sit-ins, and get clotheslined in the ed-end. I could care less about a plaque and Bidd-enz or get Punk’d on TV by my frid-ends. Don’t get a nigga wrong, I get tempted by the rewards that all come along with making nigga songs. But what does it mean if I’m a Muslim and you a Jew and because of that alone we don’t get along? And when you talk like this, and try to walk like this the radio stations ‘ll never put a nigga on. Just Mims, just Fifty, just Wayne, just Jeezy, Dem Franchize Boyz, and Jimmy Jones. Fuck that, fuck rap! This God-Hop. Kingdom music for the hard rocks…”