Celph Titled & Buckwild - "Nothing To Say" (Track Review)

Celph Titled & Buckwild's Nineteen Ninety Now var en af sidste års - måske endda en af de sidste ti års - allerstørste fornøjelser. Fortrinlige beats fra D.I.T.C. beat-kongen og "guns, bitches and humor" -forherligende flow-akrobatik fra en af disse dages absolut fedeste MCs.

Needless to say blev jeg ovenud lykkelig da jeg modtog nyheden om, at de to har "ekstra-projektet" Nineteen Ninety More på vej. Der var åbenbart så meget materiale tilovers fra deres første kollaboration, at der var til en ekstra EP. Nineteen Ninety More kommer til at indeholde 8 nye numre, samt instrumentals til begge udgivelser.
Et af de numre, der vil være at finde på NNM hedder "Nothing To Say" og er fuldt på højde med materialet på forrige udgivelse. Buckwild's jazzede beats sidder igen lige i skabet, og som en YouTube bruger rigtig nok skriver, så er "the head nod factor off the chizzane!!!!!". Sangens titel bør give et praj om kontekst, og selvom man måske umiddelbart tænker, "jamen hvis du ikke har noget at sige, hvorfor så lave en sang?", - så er Celph Titled det levende eksempel på, at man snildt kan lave en hamrende sprød sang, der ikke rigtig handler om noget. Egentlig er der noget dejligt befriende over titlen, for når man tænker over det, så er der eddermaneme mange rappere derude, der laver numre, som ikke handler om en flyvende hattefis, men som camouflere det i en eller anden fancy titel. Celph Titled melder klart ud fra start af. Celph Titled's ganske forbigåede Demigodz-kollega Rise er på besøg, og leverer ligeledes varen.




"Celph Titled's not your ordinary street rhymer /
I'm like Evil Dee and Mr. Walt, like Beatminerz /
And even old timers get a broken nose /
'Cause I murder rappin' with words I wrote down in post-it notes /
We order straps and magazines from the back of magazines /
Here's an understatement: I'm an average MC /
Take it how you want it, I got a target with your face on it /
Shoot it up 'till it ain't no face on it /
For a fact-fact for a matter-matter of fact /
Put your format on disc and press format /
There's no doormat at the laboratory I create raps in /
You need a special card just to get your ass in /
So here, read my brochure /
It guarantees you ain't havin' no career and no tour (fo' sure) /
I'm here to bring rap trouble /
Never rocked a four-finger-ring just some brass knuckles"

You know what? - Hey Hey
You know what? - Hey Hey
(I don't care what they say)
See we ain't got nothing to say
So we gon' make a damn song about nothing okay
You know what? - Hey Hey
You know what? - Hey Hey
(That's right)
See we ain't got nothing to say
So we gon' make a damn song about nothing okay

"Now people recognize the name and say that Rise is nice /
Before they didn't recognize and call me 'raws' or 'rice' /
I hold it down, even if I don't make it to stores soon rappin' /
Pullin' things out of nowhere like cartoons, I gotta /
Follow my mind and my own advice /
So I can drive overnight like the price of flights, or not /
Horrible struggle stories work so well /
You's a way broke, punch an extra wholes in your belt /
Look, I don't know what happened, your pose just fell /
'Cause I'm the know-it-all, do nothing stuck in the self /
That helps and helps and stops when that help ain't done /
And that's a problem right, like when I drink by myself /
I think by myself and people tend to stay when I play /
I work hard without a job, what day is today? /
Relate if you play what I play or woulda did this your way /
They start give my Rise, I'm good, I don't care what I say"

Chorus

"Hey hey, and Imma shout at'cha /
Fuck with your safety like co-cokes and suns passengers /
I give mouth fractures /
Now the cops is out, after a while south rapper wildin' out at a /
Country club with a bat clubbin' the golf carts /
While you servin' burgers at the McDonalds and Wallmart /
Ten G's to ballpark /
Figure that I get from one show, kick a flow, ten minutes and then dip /
I'm magnificent like the Biz Markie /
My cadillac push bottom start, I don't need car keys /
You'll believe these are shark teeth, make a mark deep /
In your arteries, pardon me, kill you with god speed /
Piss on a slut so rude, make my cock leak /
So she be havin' pee, like them two dudes from Mobb Deep (word) /
Scenario with Dingo D that's my ringtone beat /
My chrome needle free space like a bingo sheep"

Chorus

8/11-2011

Damn jeg glæder mig!

- Jeppe Barslund