It Sounds So Soulful, Don't You Agree?

LaGreezy is aware not everybody's internal monologue is constituted by rap lyrics.

It's depressing that I'm dropping blog posts about as frequently as the God MC drops albums, but such is life. Additional similarities to Shawn Carter can be seen in the fact that I also do a lot of my writing in my head. Honestly, I would say I've probably written more posts in my head than I have put up on the internets. This is attributable to sheer laziness, and probably binge drinking. Again, such is life. However, what you are about to experience is the rare occurrence when one of my mental scriptures comes to fruition. So get excited, because what you're reading is a blog post almost 120 days in the making.

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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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Why Ferrari Boyz is (iz?) More Fun than Watch The Throne.

LaGreezy reps Bric Squad. Not to be confused with Brick Squad.

In case you weren't aware, Watch the Throne wasn't the only one-two punch combo project to drop this week. Waka Flocka Flame and Gucci Mane dropped their highly anticipated Ferrari Boyz project the same day as WTT, leading people everywhere to triple up Styrofoam cups, and the inevitable comparison of the projects by bloggers everywhere; enter LaGreezy.
I'm sure as recently as a year or two ago, I would be vehemently disagreeing with the notion of this post, wondering "how could anybody rather listen to a  Gucci-Waka Collab over, you know, the God MC and the Louis Vuitton Don?" Well, younger self, prepared to be schooled, in no particular order, after the jump:

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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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Even my mama gonna like this one.

Similar to Cassidy & R. Kelly in "Hotel" rooms, LaGreezy keeps it fly for them ladies, keep eye his on them ladies, hot tubs for them ladies, pops bub for them ladies, I got love for my ladies.

WE IN OUR THROWBACKS!!!

Timeliness, or perhaps a lack there of, always results in leaving my blog posts with a slight taste of irrelevance. Such is life for those who chose an existence on the internets.I digress.
Even with the 2011 edition of March quickly fading in our proverbial rear view mirror,  I'm going to honor the celebration of Women's history month, albeit a few days late. Granted, this post is as self-serving as it is chivalrous (still.grimey is trying to shed, at least in some semblance, our chauvinistic tendencies...and JAM just really wants his mom to read the blog), but hopefully people of either gender, or even some combination of the two,  will enjoy the fruits of our labor.
After the jump you'll find a compilation of the women who have been important in my life, at least from musical standpoint, and some of my favorite tracks by them. Unfortunately, Lauryn Hill told me that after I put this up, she is going to set either herself, or yours truly, on fire. Oh well, you win some you lose some, I guess.

Hit the jump for the link and track listing.
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Bi-Winning: Visual Stimulus.

Word to Chuck Sheen, these are two songs and two videos that will surely not disappoint. Unless you're a jackass and don't like dope shit. All still.grimey does is win.

"Blame Game" - DaVinci


"I'll Take Care of You" - Gil-Scott Heron & Jamie xx


Shit's ill, nahmeans?

Fashawn: The foto essay.

You ever have those nights that you enjoy so much you go home and and write a drunk blog post on them? Neither does LaGreezy.

 

Anytime a show comes to town that you're at least remotely interested in, if you can't afford a ticket for ten dollars, you should prolly get the fuck of the internets and reevaluate your life. Anyway, me and the family dictator over at the dollars make sense decided it would be in our best interests to break our piggy banks and go to the Fashawn show tonight. Truth be told, this was a good ass investment. Sure, the decor made me feel like I was at hip hops 40th high school anniversary, but somebody once said some shit about a book and it's cover...but I blew dro tonight so I can't remember it.

But yo, word to Aesop, I learnt some lessons tonight. (Like I still don't like Evidence, especially since he was saying what a big deal it was for Fashawn to headline his first tour...and then mother fucker wouldn't get off stage...And also that Fashawn has gotta be one of the most gracious MCs in the game, like, there were maybe 60 people at the show, and he still tore shit down.)
And since a picture is worth a thousand words, I'm gonna let them get to talkin.
Hit the jump for a Thursday night photo essay. And yes, a mother fucker does need photoshop.

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Compare and Contrast.

In the last 48 hours, which might as well be two weeks in the blogsphere, two videos dropped that got my attention this morning while scouring the internets for that good good: "6'7'" by Dwayne Carter and Peter Gunz' son & "Freethrows" by the Cool Kids. Both songs boast pretty absurd samples, but I love me some Cool Kids (no homo), and Weezy occupies quite a nice size of my iTunes, well. Not to mention that if 6'7' doesn't make you wanna go honey baked ham on a motha fucka, you might wanna check your pulse.
Here's the Wayne x Gunz x Hype Video:


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