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Theoretically, Producer/Rapper Travis Scott has one up on the rest of the rap newcomers. He’s collaborated with Kanye West on the Cruel Summer album, T.I. and Pusha T rap over his beats, and he’s barely 21. Though his lyrics are hit or miss, he raps with conviction and much of it sounds like it was created in a castle at the top of a hill during a horrendous thunderstorm.
During his set at SOB’s last year, there seemed to be a lot of lights and glare- you know, fancy shit backed by a fancy label. And that’s okay, because Travis Scott has sorta proved to people that he’s going to be an artist that sticks around and he just might be a creative genius.
Here’s a couple of choice shots I grabbed with my Iphone 4 at his SOB’s debut.
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We knew from the start that
Things fall apart, intentions shatter
She like that shit don’t matter
When I get home get at her
Through letter, phone whatever
Let’s link, let’s get together
Shit you think not
Think the Thought went home and forgot
Time passed, we back in Philly now she up in my spot
Telling me the things I’m telling her is making her hot
Starting building with her constantly round the clock
Now she in my world like hip-hop
And keep telling me— Black Thought ( The Roots), “You Got Me” , Things Fall Apart, 1999 via MCA Records -
A couple of weeks back, I capped up a great photo shoot in Brooklyn, New York with Mr. eXquire. He’s one of my favorite artists in the past year or so because of his creativity and nostalgia. As soon as his vocals hit the instrumental it’s immediately identifiable.
Listening to this latest joint, i’m sure Kismet will be a powerful project. Peep game.
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I got dreams, of holding a nine milla, to Bob’s killer
Asking him why as my eyes fill up
These days I can’t wake up with a dry pillow
Gone but not forgotten, homes I still feel ya
So, curse the day that birthed the bastard
Who caused your church mass, reverse the crash
Reverse the blast and reverse the car
Reverse the day and there you are, Bob Allah
Lord forgive him, we all have sinned
But Bob’s a good dude, please let him in
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge
Please blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again— Jay-z - “Lucifer”, Black Album, 2003, Roc-a-Fella Records via Def Jam -
But what’s it all worth, can’t take it with you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked— Nas, “Nas Is Like”, Illmatic, 1994, Columbia Records -
King Mez, photo by Ryan Lyons
