Next Pup Up: No Limit Soldier and 504 Boy Mac. Prior to his No Limit records Shell-Shocked and World War III, Mac was aligned with the other NOLA rap dynasty (Ca$h Money), or at least its founding father, Mr. Mannie Fresh, who you can check below bobbing his head on the Lil Mac bus (priceless). Mac may be the true Michael Lee here, now serving 30 years for manslaughter (in the video below you'll notice some Donut aspirations too). Like Mike, he's confident as hell, a "young barbarian on the move", usually eschewing the ABC's bullshit of other novelty child-rap as best a midget can, though not quite as raw as young thugs Lil Wayne & the B.G.Z whose talent Fresh went on to cultivate.
Compare Mac's MCing on the title track with Local 580's relentless Local 580, which cops the same Fresh instrumental (or at least the same break). 
Of course, I'm more than eager to hear
something from the Mac's body of work
between this and his No Limit soldier
years like this duo cassette with Storm.
Don't hold back if you're holding.
1.28.2008
Young Pups Part 2 : 1-800-Lil-Mac-Needs-A Car
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Young Pups Part 1: The Puppies
Watching the Wire's fourth season, I couldn't help but be reminded of these other 2 "Pups" (maybe it was the school theme, or maybe just that Dukies name is Dukie). One of the best child groups since Joe Jackson put a gun to in the face of a young Michael, and by far the most solid preteen bass rap I've stumbled upon. The Puppies had 2 minor hits: 1994's "Funky Y2C" and in 1996 "Hokey Pokey", the former breaking into the Billboard top 40 by a hair, and the latter, well, not. Their most memorable performance, though, was their no-bullshit back-up vocs on Disco Rick & the Dogs' bassploitation classic "Yo Mamas On Crackrock", offering inspired interjections like "yours too", "so what" or just plain "shiiiiiiit".
Big Boy kills it on some new shit too, making claims on a forthcoming record, "Happy Music", I'd be happy as hell to see make its way to actually existing. Fingers crossed.
Check it: Dukie Green from Recognize.
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1.16.2008
Minds on the Prize

Trap Boiz Mind on the Prize & Never Again Family Death Before Dishonor: 2 top notch clearance bin full-lengths from 21st Century Atlanta connected by their style (low-budget Gangsta), their proximity to dance-craze rap (D4L & Trap Squad foreshadowing, respectively) and dubious font choices (I’m trying to imagine the guys at Pen & Pixel contemplating the use of Comic Sans for P’s Ice Cream Man). Try an imagine a better spent 99 cent.
Bossman and Hotrod of the Trap Boiz take the more artful approach - ergonomic beatmaking, calculated vocal delivery. Production credits go to the man Big Cheezy, who I'd like to hear more from but has slipped thru the cracks without the slightest internet data trail. Never Again is more like Strength in Numbers, but I'm not holding that against them. Besides, they have name you can't fuck with (despite their explanation:"I Chose The Name Because We Are Never Again Records And We Are a Family So It Was That Simple!"). Members: Young Shone, Gold Mouth, Thuggio, JG, Collar & Dolley.
Trap Boiz - Click of G's
Never Again Family - Everything on Me
As a bonus - a slice of Tight 2 Def era Fabo.
Fabo - Hell That Pulled the Trigger
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11.11.2007
Wass Hapsenin Vol. 3
So I broke down & put together Wass Hapsenin Vol. 3. Enjoy.
Oh yeah, Wass Hapsenin Vol. 2.
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11.05.2007
Wass Hapsenin
Today's offering: a survey of the music known in Atlanta as "doin it", nationally as "Snap" and in New York as the Rap That Killed Rap Dead (though if all it took was a guy like Fabo armed with an 8ball of coke and some wacky dancing, then Rap must have been half-dead anyways and D4L just assisted suicide). This is Vol. I and that means 17 new ways to say whats up and enough digitally-compressed 2-bit synth lines to send Audiophile magazine's readership to their respective doctors begging for more clozapine.
The point of connectivity is more region than style - that way there's room for Kadalack's inaugural Intimate Thug track and the GA Girlz' first single in a post-bass home of the braves.
I assembled this mix in the summer of 2006 and its interesting to see how shits panned out. Of the relative unknowns on here, Soulja Boy was the one with the weakest verses and the heaviest internet presence. If that's what it takes then MC Shakie, I look forward to hearing you at every stop light in the bay in the near future. I'm sure a fresh crop of high school clicks have budded since last time I checked, but there's a limit to how much ad revenue I'm willing to rake in for myspace and Toe Jam Records is on the other side of the world - probably still functioning as a shed for someone's four-wheeler. If that is true, I'd pay upwards of 250 for the store sign should it ever end up on Ebay.
Last year in Murderdog, K-Rab divulged his studio tricks: Step 1 - make bangin beat with Fruity Loops. Step 2 - load onto MP3 player. Step 3 - play at club. Fuck digging for Turkish Psych, I'd like to read about this in Scratch.
WASS HAPSENIN: New Rap from the trAp Vol. I
Tracklist:
1. What's Up - BHI
2. Juke Yo Boy - Born Threats
3. Watch Me Crank It (Roosevelt) - PLP
4. Smirk In My System - Too Crunk
5. Ride Out - Street Runnaz Click
6. Kill Dat Dance - Ammunition Click
7. Ho Sit Down - Maceo
8. I'm Da Man - Shawty Lo
9. Shoulder Wurk f/ K-Rab - Yung Money
10. Crank My Dance - Dem Homicide Boyz
11. My Girl Gotta Girlfriend - T-Rilla
12. Booty Butt Cheeks - B5F
13. Ain't Gon Let Up - D.G. Yola
14. GA Girls - Georgia Girls
15. Butterhead - Get Rich Clique
16. Gone Jig - C.B.Y.A.
17. Get Em - Kadalack Boyz
And give Yola some love - he just got his face shot out.
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10.22.2007
Washa
Ice Mike Washa Machine (remix)
And Oh Shit! its the Washa Machine. No shame in sharing since its up for grabs on Ice Mike's myspace. Nice to know the storm didn't halt N.O.'s ongoing bpm acceleration, though I'm starting to believe New Orleans, Texas is an actual place (where Harry Dean Stanton wakes up sometimes). A while ago Mike posted "I Shitted in That Hoes House" up on his myspace, put the last three copies of the disc up on ebay, sat back and watched the prices soar... I made that up, but I'd never put a smart thing past a smart guy, though I have to wonder what kind of prayers he's sending the president's way (I pray it has something to do with shitting in the whitehouse).
P.S. Although Ya Heard Me? the film has some unknown hurdles to hop, they've at least spawned a website with some much needed bounce historical homework. Anyone who knows what the hell "Paul Cameron's Brown's Beat" is say what up. I always credited the 'Brown Beat' to UK rapper Derek B.'s "Rock the Beat".
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Country Rap Tunes
Oh man, a warm hole in my heart for southern rap’s messy appropriation of country blues phrasing. But first, a flipped bird to every kid in my 5th grade class who ever proclaimed an interest in anything but either genre and a second to the dude who coined “hick-hop”. What if Andre 3000 had hired Nashville Session players to take over for Mr. DJ (by the way, where’s his ass now? Working on the new Witchdoctor?) instead of exploring drum’n’bass interpolations of the Sound of Music? (and since I brought it up - why isn’t there a new Cool Breeze? Guy invented the Dirty South like Al Gore invented the internet).
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10.19.2007
On Purpose
Take Fo is claiming a new release for 08 (Swaggin & Saggin) and though I can’t quite figure who its by (Choppa? Take Fo’ Superstars?) I almost believe them. Or rather, I almost believe that in 3 years copies will start surfacing for $2.00 on Amazon, now that Peaches (Bounce Rap’s lone internet outpost) has been destroyed (R.I.P), though last time I checked Big Freedia was selling her disc on her myspace (DJ Chicken, too). Maybe Bounce didn’t so much need a contract with Hollywood Records to break nationally - just a paypal shoppingcart.
A new Jubilee disc was hinted at originally, with a new Hokey Pokey track posted online. All evidence of this prospective release disappearing from the Internets suggests Henry The Man and Earl Mackie finally caught on that the playground shit would never bring the gouda. There’s definitely something impotent about Jube dissing Juvenile over a bassline rocking the Barney theme song. Crossed fingers for an appearance by DJ Duck. And here’s hoping the New Take Fo will rise above the ranks of the New No Limit.
Maybe Jubilee would have faired better if he’d focused on one dance at a time. It seems promising for Dude N’ Nem, whose new post-juke single “Watch My Feet” serves up the most abrupt beat change I’ve heard since my cat Thug tried to eat my “What’s Happenin” 12”. Check it:
U DIGGG!!
Update: Since this blog's first awkward post several Bounce sharity blogs have appeared, some even disappeared. Actually, this blog became one itself.
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