AZN GRLZ EVRY WHR (April 2012)

Posted on April 4, 2012 by hnic

AZN GRLZ EVRY WHR (April 2012)

East Coast, West Coast, and everything between in rap music from the first quarter of 2012…give or take.

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Talk Fitness (April 2012)

Posted on April 4, 2012 by hnic

Talk Fitness (April 2012)

Dedicated to a friend I lost recently who loved to talk fitness but couldn’t understand the truth I spoke. #RIPRIO

Rap-sung collaborations, urban electro crossover, the present and future of pop music, old soul over robotic beats, and more adult contemporary rap. All that and secret dubstep! And it’s all relatively safe for kids!!

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Entitlement Society (February 2012)

Posted on February 10, 2012 by hnic

New rap from the end of 2011 into the beginning of 2012. Playlist and link after the break.
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How to avoid charitable donations

Posted on February 4, 2012 by hnic

Today I mistakenly joined an event that was put together to earn money for a charity. The fundraiser told me the spiel, the disease, and the climactic meeting which “broke her heart.” Knowingly my countenance defaulted to its “fuck your sobb story” face, but I relented. I gave her $10 for the event.

My underlying mindset is still fuck the sobb story. Don’t enter into situations that break your heart if romance is not involved. I know disease and death is out there, but my problems are just as real. In fact somebody else’s problems are supposed to be trivial in my mind.

We want to cure disease or alleviate suffering whenever possible. I’m just not the one. My shit is not comfortable right now. Let me get say too much money before I donate again.

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Brobocop’s Melodie (September 2011)

Posted on September 29, 2011 by hnic

Brobocop's Prime Directive: Get at them panties.

I’m not calling it R&B or crossover or whatever. It’s not rap for the most part. It’s melody and rhythm. It’s music about love in all its beautiful and primal forms. Playlist and links below. Enjoy.
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Ideas in Recline (July 2011)

Posted on August 2, 2011 by hnic

The Hateocracy appeals to the niggerish sliver of your heart and compels you to beg for this mixtape.

Been an extraordinarily tough two days at the slave. So here’s a little something for me and, possibly, for you.
Track listing after the break.

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Low tech while traversing The Rim of the World(tm)

Posted on July 2, 2011 by hnic

So these communities nestled inside the San Bernardino mountains must be the inspiration for Hot Tub Time Machine. Not sure why you need a time machine to recreate the 80s up here. Judging by the aggressive mullets and redneck sensibilities, things haven’t changed much in 30 years.

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Low tech while climbing to Olympian heights

Posted on July 2, 2011 by hnic

This mountain driving has no effect on my stomach or equilibrium. However, I strongly suspect all these yellow flowers blooming en masse amongst the mountainous brush are raping my sinuses. Oh, i would love to pop a Claritin, but I don’t have one or 20. Plus, given this thin air, it’s likely that my capillaries would just say “fuck it” and unleash a river of blood.

Now my stomach is churning. FML.

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I am discord’s parallelogram

Posted on July 2, 2011 by hnic

I am the point equidistant from 2 distinct points and twice the distance from a 3rd point. Sounds like a parallelogram, well it is.

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Shabazz Palaces at Troubadour

Posted on June 9, 2011 by hnic

While standing in the crowd listening to Shabazz Palaces a phrase popped into my head, Bedroom Boom-Bap. Because while Ish was working hard on the drum machine and MacBook simultaneously crafting his beat and rhyming, the clarity of the programmed drums and live percussion was impossible to deny. The nod factor was high; my foot was tapping incessantly.

Some sights at Troubadour I could not ignore. Whiteboy poplocking into the Gillie dance. The busybody fat boy who kept bouncing from friend to friend then writhing around like a Chris Farley reject. Every Black dude here is an anachronism: Morris Day dude, flyer distribution dude with the African medallions, Afro dude with the Richard Pryor Live from Sunset Strip mustache.

Black empowerment music amidst 85% white folks. I know the drums are sick and hypnotic. I know the lyrics are coming rapid fire, codified, and chock full of symbolism. But this is Ish, late of Digable Planets and Cherrywine. The name of the new group is Shabazz Palaces. I know that he is not talking to you; the lyrics are meant for Black folk like me. Hahaha Black like me.

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