Late Slummer Shlumpers.

LaGreezy prays all your pain be champagne, but if it's not, you can always alleviate it with Hennessey.

Once again, September is lingering around the proverbial corner, or happening tomorrow (if you'd prefer not to be a dickface about it). I would surmise that the majority of of our readership is close to wrapping up year one of their post collegiate life, about to really embark on it, or gearing up for another school year. With the end of September marking the beginning of the end of my college career, I have just one quarter at the illustrious University of Oregon left, and will be an Alumnus this December, I fall somewhere in between the last two groups.
In preparation for my last term as a student, I have done some soul searching, and decided that in between now and, say, September 23rd I need to have my moral compass pointed directly south. I'm trying to prepare myself to do some repugnant shit. I'm talking some getting-chopped-by-fat-bitches-in-the-bushes-behind-the-library type gully. You know, the shit some of your homeboys do just so y'all can sit around the living room the next day and laugh about it. Basically the shit that makes legends out of mere men. Kind of like the time...well, never mind. Of course there is also the chance that this paragraph is just pure hyperbole (my money's on that), because you know I'm a self-conscious mother fucker.

Hit the jump to get the free music and tracklisting (what you came for) and to keep reading (what you're stuck with).
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Six Mile Raised, Seven Mile Paid.

LaGreezy throws his 7s high, and his 6s low...at his desk job...when nobody's looking.



As recently as two weeks ago, I had grown complacent in my search for new music. Something about stumbling upon up and comers had just lost it's luster. Enter Detroit's Boldy James. I was scouring my twitter feed a couple weeks back when I investigated a link that Chuck Inglish of Cool Kids/illest new producer fame had tweeted (see above video). Now, given my propensity to be easily be entranced by trap rap (see previously discussed fascinations with Jeezy and Clipse), it should come as no surprise that I was almost instantly drawn in (see the 1:33 mark)to this Midwest cat who had essentially come out of no where, save a few Cool Kids features.

Hit the jump to keep reading and to download Boldy James: Trapper's Alley: Pros And Cons

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Heavy Rotation.

Note: the laws took down this post initially because of the downloadable file of music that I don't own, and I'd rather not have it happen again. So if I were you, I would peep the comment section, and hopefully this post (& blog, for that matter) is here when I wake up tomorrow morning. So shhhh, don't tell nobody.the laws won.

My boy Craighead says I wont listen to any music I don't find for myself, and perhaps his belief has some merit; but it's also why you're reading my blog, and not the other way around. You might find that last statement conceited, but find me a blogger who doesn't have an ego, and I'll show you a person who has no business writing on the Internets. Plus, y'all muhfuckas should be thanking your boy for slaving over the proverbial stove, in an effort to serve you fiends some audio crack.
On the other side of the jump, you'll find a zip file very informative comments section and track listing for the less fortunate of the new music community. I'm like the mother fucking internet Robin Hood, only a mother fucker didn't fight in no holy war. Anyways, in the previously mentioned file comment, you'll find a collection of tracks that I've had on constant rotation as of late. Some are old, some are new, some I don't know when they dropped, but they are all one thing for certain: HEAT ROCKS.

Craighead thinks I'm pretentious, but at least I don't wear dead animals on my head.

Now hit the jump for that cookup!

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"I think it's absolutely right."

So I just happened to be watching the Blazers' game tonight, when my boy Jajou showed me this.
And now I'm showing you.
Chauvinism for the win:

always been a fan of that gangster shit.

So I tried to figure out who King Fantastic is, and dude doesn't even have a wikipedia page. But I know one thing for certain: he's fascinated by that fucking gangster shit.
My boy Trevor put me on game to this, and I'm not sure how long this track's been out, but it looks like about five months. Shit is straight fire. The beat is hard body, and dude's got lyrics and a video to compliment it nicely. Oh, and watching a bad bitch trash a house, take a shower, and then dance naked in a huge window is as awesome as it sounds.
If you're tryna fuck with King Fantastic on a continuous basis, dip over to his website (click) to watch other videos and download his album for free ninety nine.
Enjoy.

The Jam: In My Hood. The Artist: Freddie Gibbs.

Freddie Gibbs’s music and persona provide an intriguing perspective on the drab wastelands of the post-industrial Midwestern United States.  He comes from Gary, Indiana.  A city which is perhaps most famous for being a particularly disagreeable dump of a city and being the setting of The Music Man, an abysmal musical to which my mother subjected me as a youth during a time when, I suspect at least, she was trying in vain to raise the daughter she never had. 

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AOTW: OFWGKTA

For this week's AOTW I’ll be taking a look at some cats from OFWGKTA, which stands for Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All, who are some kids coming straight out of the LA area. This crew of skateboarding ruffians are probably one of the rawest collective of rappers that I've heard of in a long while. These guys have lots of talent and can sound like Three 6 Mafia (because of the topics they cover) on one track or have a crazy DOOM like flow (albeit WAY more coherent) on another track. Thee are of 5-6 guys talented guys in the group that do everything: rapping, producing, skateboarding, art, and general mayhem, but the two stand out members of the crew have to be Earl Sweatshirt and Tyler the Creator. Tyler the Creator sounds like he smokes 30 packs a day while staying up all night producing chopped and screwed dystopian beats and Earl is just smooth when he spits bars and is a great counter to Tyler's gritty delivery. These dudes are just straight up gully. Don't believe me? Just take a look at this video of Earl Sweatshirt's video for the single “Earl”.

See what I'm saying, GULLY.

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