The only black Friday special you should have ever given a shit about.
I was excited to hear about this. Real excited. After Kendrick’s To Pimp A Butterfly dropped in March and J. Cole’s hip-hop cherry-on-top album of 2014, 2014 Forrest Hill Drive, there’s not much to do but play a game of lyrical two hand touch between two dudes kickin’ rocks on cloud nine. If only we had a whole record of this. Maybe real rap game version of the Drake/Future album.
J. Cole tackles a remix of Alright masterful. Syntax tight. Loops tasteful. It’s extremely hard to elevate a tune like Kendrick’s Alright: specifically in the remix world; where the the intent is to extract the meat and potatoes of the original track, make subtle changes, and to spit a buffer between more formal releases.
Kendrick works over Cole’s A Tale of 2 Cities. Lyrically, a true treasure. See the lyricism in digital print then actually hear the track bark at your ears like a bear trap.
To be the God emcees, you know me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself
I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you’re flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays
It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I’m laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I’m talking
Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I’m the one
This is vintage from 1980 – somethin’
I’m the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I’m yelling Mr Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the residence
I’m in the White House goin’ all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare
My jewelry now is wilder than the new year
A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my cobra
Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It get annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him
Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’
My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You’re racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted
The future of hip hop is bright as hell. Rock and Roll needs to catch up and create something relevant.