although i'm mad late, i still wanted to make this post. i got these tribute remixes from my homie Sauce Transportation to commemorate the passing of Big L.
they are a cross between hip hop and electronic, but still hypnotizing and potent. check them out, download them if you like. just something fresh for your ears-
Big L - Flamboyant (sauce t rmx)
Big L - MVP (sauce t rmx)
what is the deal with this strange fascination with rappers (or artists or whatever it is they fancy themselves) with LAME voices and boring song with contrived lyrics? for some reason ALLLL the guys with ugly voices get the shots. seems to be a trend...
you want a record deal?
here's the best way: get a synth based beat. if you get a synth beat with a lot of reverb on the the bleeps and blips then you'll get that "futuristic" moniker you've secretly been striving for. those other beats...with the samples...no. you have to ABANDON drums and sounds. sounds are DATED, haven't you heard?! not futuristic at all, little guy. now, you've got the futuristic beat, next: the lyrics. you'll need a smidge of contrived soul. add a big dash of swag (we used to call it cool. sometimes we called it flyness but its all just become SOOOO blahzay. we use swag now). it's probably best we get you some surface-level pain too. if we make you seem like your hurting but you're trying your damnedest to keep it crunk...YOU WILL WIN. u have to trust me here. that makes you seem sensitive.
we'll need to fix your voice before you can record though. its just way too...palletable. here, smoke these. they're newports. go on...the whole pack. drink this cheap vodka and come back when you get a cold.
*some time passes*
ah, you're back! lets hear it....
(unimpressive gurgles and throat clearing)
THAT! more of that nasally-thing is what we want! if you ever let them hear your real voice its over. your real voice sounds like angels cumming, i've never felt such freedom. i thought i would collapse in a writhing mass of quivering ecstasy listening to you. do you think people WANT to be soothed and caressed by your voice? what are you, a pervert? ...alright then, stop acting like one.
lets hear those lyrics. spit 'em out-
ugh *cough* hmurmmm! I MET MY WIFE IN THE CLUB LASTNITE/SHE WAS STACKED AND THA ASS LOOKED RITE/SHE COULDA BEEN MY BOOOOOO/IF I WASN'T STILL THINKIN' BOUT YOUUUUU
1AM AND CLUB IS PACKED/SHAWTY SEE ME THEN SHE PEEPED MY SWAG/ONLY WENT TO THE CLUB JUST TO GETAWAY/SO I WOULDN'T FEEL LIKE MY HEART TRYIN' TO GETAWAY/AND MAYBE WHILE I'M HERE I CAN GETA DATE/AND SHE CAN LICK DA LOLLIPOP LIKE LIL' WAYNE...
BUT I DON'T AND I WON'T CUZ I CAN'T MAN DAMN I'M STUCK ON HERRRR LIKE WOAAAAAH!
I MET MY WIFE IN THE CLUB LASTNITE/SHE WAS STACKED AND THA ASS LOOKED RITE/SHE COULDA BEEN MY BOOOOOO/IF I WASN'T STILL THINKIN' BOUT YOUUUUU!!!
ok, ok that's enough.
that.... that was F*CKING great!!! dammit get in that booth and sing that right now! or like, rap some and sing it...you've got it, don't worry about it just get IN THERE!
6 months later-
great news. every label...EVER wants to know the million dollar question...can you...make another "Met My Wife In Da Club"?
and that folks, is how it goes. real question is: what the HELL am i doing?? i got the formula right here!!
off to smoke some newports.
look out for my next project. it's coming at you in a few days...
custamato~
