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Brand new music for you from ATD16. You’ve got till the end of the week to get your preorders in. And i’ve got till the end of the week to finish it. It’s getting pretty epic, I have to say.
Stream: Akira The Don ft. Littles - My Life
Download, clean version and acapella after the jump.
Nas‘ new album has leaked. And Nas is “excited” about it. What is this?
Dude’s much discussed, untitled new album, previously known as Nigger, leaked in its entirety yesterday, but not in the usual fashion. Track by track, the record appeared across the blogosphere, centered around the nexus of The New Music Cartel, with many tracks coming direct from Nas’ label, Def Jam. Today, Nas released a video showing his reaction to the leak.
“You know we get leaked,” said the emcee. “You know I’ve been getting leaked forever. And it’s so fucking exciting!”
So there you have it. Seems in the wake of Wayne’s million first week sales, record companies have finally realised that a leak is, in many instances, free promo and distribution. Whoop!
Check it out!
I done a new podcast.
It’s grayte!
An hour of me waffling on and playing some records, just what you always wanted.
Tracklisting after the jump.
Posted late cos Luke was fishing or something, my review of Lil Wayne’s album is up at The Quietus.
Sample:
…the stand out, and the album’s centrepiece, comes in the unexpected form of ‘Shoot Me Down’ - a dark, relentless driving monster of a song that sounds like you always wanted Tricky to. This one song alone, for me, makes the whole thing worthwhile. No other rapper alive would have made this song. It is ‘Next’.
This is why Wayne is a great. In a sterilised, stylized climate, he is different. In a world full of overthunk punchline raps, Wayne is a musician first, unafraid to talk what seems to be gibberish in a dope way, because that’s what the beat demands. And amidst the gibberish, are true moments of perfect clarity. Wayne is a simply a conduit. A wet brained receiver of non localised consciousness.
Lil Wayne’s ridonculously anticipated Tha Carter III comes out on June 10th. It’s May 31st, and I got a copy of the thing in my email this morning (cheers!). By this afternoon I had a whole fistfull of the fuckers (more cheers!).
It should be noted that the version that’s rampaging through the interwebs isn’t the whole album. It’s 5 tracks short. Anyway.
Who’s taking credit for this historic leak?
Dirty, stank-ass mixtape DJs.
What it was, was, Wayne pissed off a whole load of people last week when he said, “fuck you if you a mixtape DJ.”
He was being interviewed by a mixtape magazine at the time. They’d asked him who his favourite mixtape DJ was.
“I’m against it, anti-mixtape dude,” said Wayne. “I don’t know no mixtape DJs.”
Which I thought was fair. Mixtape DJs have all but ruined Wayne. When Drought 3 was coming out, mixtape DJs bootlegged the thing and filled the internet with their crappy versions, so no one could find the real one (DJ Khaled and Baby were meant to be hosting that. I never heard it. Did it even come out?). Ever since, a daily deluge of compilations of leaked Wayne material masquerading as “official” mixtapes has flooded the streets and the interwebs. His album’s been pushed back over a year thanks to unscrupulous swine stealing his songs and making mixtapes of them. ““Suckin’ my dick and ain’t lettin’ me cum,” as Wayne put it.
Some of that material was great, some was ass. Some was finished, some was not. Mixtape DJs rinsed that shit regardless, and ruined any chance of a truly great Carter III ever happening.
See, if there was any art to these bottom feeding leeches game, I’d be more sympathetic to their cause. But these fools don’t even mix their tapes. No thought goes into the sequencing. The art sucks balls and the quality is negligible. This shit is cheap as dirt. These are the people the Feds should have been shutting the fuck down, instead of proper mixtape DJs like Drama, who puts thought, and art into his mixes, and works with the artists, rather than running off CDs of iTunes playlists comprising of stolen, unmixed material.
“Lately Lil Wayne, dubbed “The Greatest Rapper Alive,” has taken a shot at all mixtape DJs,” sniped one anonymous bum in the text file accompanying the leak. “I myself am a DJ and I found his inappropriateness to be unprofessional considering how this album is highly anticipated. So, I have received this version from a contact who’s name I won’t disclose for his safety and reputation. But since I can give a fuck about “The Rapper Eater,” here’s a gift for his fans as a big “Fuck You” to Sir Lil’ Weezy.”
Which says it all. This foul little suckfish and people like him have been eating off Wayne since 05, and they pay him back by leaking his album! So I join Wayne, with a little paraphrasey, and I say,
FUCK ALL PHONY, ARTLESS MIXTAPE DJS!
I mean, the record would have leaked regardless. Such is the nature of the modern world. The leak is inevitable. But for some cheap little bootleggers to act like it’s some kind of righteous act is just gross. May these lugubrious hacks choke on their lying tongues. May their testicles sprout wings and fly away. I spit on these cock-aroaches.
Pth-TOO!
Edit: Wayne rang Drama yesterday to confirm that his “fuck mixtape DS” comments were indeed for the Carter III robbing Empire people. Check it.
See, when Drought 3 dropped, I was worried. There was that Godawful version of Gnarls Barkley’s Crazy dude caterwauled all over, remember? “Damn Wayne,” I thought. “You cannot sing. Never sing again!”
All little fella seems to do these days is sing. Badly. Dropped in, Autotuned out. The two most recent Carter 3 leaks follow the pattern.
Got Money (great title kid!) featured King Autotune T Pain, and finds Wayne warbling lazily about being in a club. Wayne has the audacity to squawk all over T Pain’s last chorus like a drunk girl at a Spice Girls gig. I am embarrassed for everybody involved.
Me And My Drank is six or seven minutes of rotten, stoned moidery on the subject of cough medicine, made bearable by the beat and chopped and screwed hook. Wayne’s problem is summed up very well by Wayne himself at the end:
“I’m in the lab no pad no pen just a styrofoam cup I can pour four in.”
YO! RAPPERS! PUT DOWN THE DRUGS! PICK UP THE PEN! ENGAGE THE BRAIN! WRITE ON THE PAD! IT IS YOUR ONLY HOPE!
Shout out Karl Wild for sending me the Illuminatus! trilogy. I’ve been reading that this weekend in the park, it is thusfar awesome!
From Playlouder:
Lil Wayne still hasn’t put Tha Carter 2 3 out (they’re saying June now), but he has been in the UK drinking a fucking buttwad of syzurp and doing slightly aggy interviews with people. Like DJ Semtex!
Enjoy the clip below. It is really really weird.
MARVEL! At Wayne’s ego!
SWOON! At his drugged up slurring, and weird facial tattoos!
GASP! As he admits he didn’t actually grow up in the hood, as claimed on 78% of his records, but “in the studio, in Universal’s offices, in clubs.”
FALL OVER! When he says he doesn’t know anything about New Orleans!
NEVER TAKE DRUGS AGAIN! Cos who’d wanna look this dumb?!??!?!?!?!
“I got accepted by the gangster crowd because they saw that I wasn’t afraid of nobody and I would fight anybody…Before I knew it, I became the most popular kid in Jersey City as a good bad guy.”
Akon, 2005
“I always had a way of getting over on people, whether manipulating or conning them.”
Akon, 2007
Sweet soul singin’ sensation Akon has been outed as a dirty liar by those investigative journalists (what, what the fuck is one of THEM?!) over at The Smoking Gun.
Turns out the crooner DID NOT go to jail for a combined 4 and a half years like he claimed, the basis of his whole career - his label is called Konvict Records, every song he does has the sound of prison bars clanking, etc. His public personal has been like a cross between Robin Hood and Simon Adebisi from Oz.
