Listening to this, it’s no longer relevant to talk about “southern rap”, as if it was a separate entity. This tape, like much other rap from the Southern states, transcends stereotypes and expectations. In a way it reminds me of Jay-Z, both the beats and the raps, except that I’d much rather listen to Playboy Tre. Ultramagnetic to the microphone, he got truckloads of charisma.
Other rap these days:
Max Minelli – Backpack Dreams & Hip Hop Wishes. Another southern over-achiever lays down technical raps over carefully selected slices of classic NY-boom bap. That’s a recipe for success.
And these days, when the weather is warm you have to listen to some svenska klassiker: