Welcome to your Weekly Mixtape September 29, 2012–a collection of handpicked tracks for your hip-hop listening/viewing pleasure.
Shyne, “Fred Hampton (50 Cent Diss)”
You know what? It’s been a while since 50 Cent has been involved in a good, old-fashioned beef. Like Superman and the light of a yellow sun, Curtis Jackson cannot tap the true nature of his powers without the acrimony of his fellow MCs. Fortunately, this track from Shyne should keep him going through the remainder of 2013.
Shyne’s verse on “Fred Hampton” is…well, actually it’s pretty awful. Someone really should have told him to try a couple more takes before calling it a day. But still, everybody loves a good fight, right?
Gucci Mane ft. Wocka Flocka Flame & Young Scooter, “Hold Ya Rollie Up”
This track, which comprises Gucci Mane’s second consecutive “Mixtape” appearance, outdoes last week’s “Brought Out Them Racks” by an impressive margin. Both in terms of lyricism and production quality, “Hold Ya Rollie Up” serves as a thankful reminder that Gucci Mane still knows what he’s doing.
His most cunning move here is to invite Wokca Flocka to the party. After a sluggish verse from Young Scooter, Wocka blows the track wide open, delivering by far its most energetic performance. Apparently there’s a reason why this guy is blowing up.
Iggy Azalea, “Bac 2 Tha Future (My Time)”
This video might feature the most outfit changes that an MC has ever crammed into a two-minute period. Before the clip has concluded its sparse run, Azalea has donned cheetah print, leather and corsets, all whilst strutting throughout iconic neighborhoods in her adopted hometown of Los Angeles—the worldwide ground zero for sartorial error.
Once again, it seems that Azalea and her handlers have chosen to market the Australian MC as a club confection. “Bac 2 Tha Future” (aside to Iggy: spell check much?) borrows from New Orleans’ “bounce” craze, using sirens and a relentless beat as a backdrop for Azalea’s thorough discussion of asses.
J. Cole and Major Lazer, “Get Free ColeWorld”
As previously discussed, I have a soft spot for collaborations between hipper-than-s*t producer Diplo and the world’s practitioners of hip-hop music. This joint effort between the aforesaid beat-maker and J. Cole threatens to outdo Diplo’s previous work in the genre.
The beat teases a stunning breakout, but withholds mercilessly throughout eighty-percent of the track, allowing J. Cole to take center stage with a couple of certified gold verses. Fellas: more of this, please.