Loko Git Dat Money
(1999, Big Oomp)
cassette -> 320 mp3
Having already posted a couple of other pre-millennium B.O. junts, I'm filling in the cracks.
I used to visit the bigoomprecords website just for their introduction, a soothing Flash meditation on the city of Atlanta. I don't think it devalues their output proper to say that their greatest contribution has always been their mixtapes, which surely are the most dense, most active and most historically-aware CD-Rs of classic Atlanta/Southern rap available.
The production style on their earlier records seemed like a hybridization of bass tape mixing and No Limit Soldiering. I know people are quick to point out the similarities in Three 6 Mafia tearing the club up and Pastor Troy getting crunk, but all the late 90s murderdog interviews with ATL producers like Oomp's Jelly reference a real shift in culture they attribute to the No Limit boom. P Big Mac'd the sound, standardized the palate, threw out costly and legally treacherous sampling and held hostage a team of production talent and gave a lot of folks new ideas about how to make some $$$ (see album title). But BBtP had their hands tied in ways Oomp's DJs didn't. The Big Oomp sound owes a lot to that NL shift, but they seem somehow more careful with it. Even if the only true innovation they added was fusing Bass and Gangsta vibes on tracks like Sammy Sam's "Ridin with Some Killaz" or "Dance Freaks" from this cassette.
I was disappointed by the recent full-lengths - Baby D and the second Unk record. Its not that strange because most new rap has been disappointing to me for a while, but when the first Unk came out it seemed a solid start for Oomp's second wave.
9.16.2009
Y2K: Fact or Fiction
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3.28.2009
Bass Tapes: Pre-Yang Thang
DJ Smurf
Collipark Music
(1997, Benz) cassette rip @ 320
A promise of more love shown for my home away from home in the coming posts... Atlanta has sat back-seat to Memphis & New Orleans too long. And I've been all around slack. I know that.
I was hoping to find a wealth of Collipark digital ephemera to supplement this upload. All I found was one XXL interview I couldn't wrap my head around. Collipark doesn't understand or respect what K-Rab is doing? Didn't he sign P-Stones? Soulja Boy? Elsewhere he admits to not feeling Soulja Boy at first but getting it later. I guess he is in the business of business. There are real records and there are gimmicks. And a generational wall between boom and snap.
I'm going to make a request because last time I did it was filled: Success N Effects "In the Hood".
I will attempt to make up for lost time between now and April fools - and I''ll upload a realer pic when the sun comes back up.
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3.25.2009
Whatcha Gon Do
Video complement to Noz's Atlanta retrospective, even if 2 of these fall outside the reach of his temporal fovea. Thank god someone (JJenterprise) had the foresight to VHS all their Box favorites. You have to really be one step ahead to be New-Century style hoarding with 1993 tech.
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4.22.2008
One More 4 the Bassheads
G.A. Girlz G.A. Girlz 'N Da House
(1997, Move the Crowd) @ 320 kbps
Bass is the Place! Sorry to break the vibe, this one's on disc. More tapes to come, though, I'm just tryin 2 preserve my Pause button. I hope last year's self-titled track by these two and the Crime Mob girls is part of some larger in-the-works release and I hate to say it but the Princess solo disc was weak. Anyways, I heard that Diamond got booted out the group and I'm looking more forward to her future output than the Crime Mob trio's.
Holler in the holler box if you have any interest in the second GA Girlz disc.
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4.21.2008
Bass Tapes: The Hitman
Sammy Sam The Hit Man & D.J. 1.5 featuring Ice Ski
You Don't Know?
[cassette single]
(1991, Smith & Smith Records)
The first in what may become a long line of T&G Bass Tapes. This is the earliest release I know of by Oomp Camp's Sammy Sam and likely his first legit release considering the catalog # (SS-0001) and I like the idea that he was planning another thousand. Great interview / bio in the Murderdog Archives here.
Just in case you're still getting used to it: don't forget the password, its to your right.
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3.28.2008
Old Dirty South
DJ Jelly & MC Assault Lay It Down: Old Dirty South Mix
Oomp Camp elevating the mixtape to another level. The Bass Game series is off the hook for sure, but these old school Gangsta mixes are a personal favorite. They never reach the point of over-saturation but still give you the feeling of being 5 places at once. They also seem to reinvigorate raps that don't seem as hard now as they must have when they first dropped. Don't know much about their mix DVDs, though, holler if you do.
8ball & MJG - 9 Milli
Master P - Bounce Dat Azz
2Pac - I Came To Bring The Pain
TRU - No Limit Soldiers
NWA - Dopeman
Too $hort - Couldn't Be A Better Player
Silkk The Shocker - Let Me Hit It
UGK - Murda
Sammy Sam - Intoxicated
8ball & MJG - Pimp In My Own Rhyme
Eazy E - Eazy Duz It
8ball & MJG - Mr. Bigg
Oomp Camp - Down South Slum
Triple Six Mafia - Who Run It
2Pac - Ambitionz Of Ridah
Juvenile - We On Fire
8ball & MJG - Armed Robbery
Mystikal - The Man Right Chea
T-Slabb - Na Confessions
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3.25.2008
GZA in Alaska
Funny ass video of Soulja Boy's pimple getting busted. Also funny is this interview:
On GZA: I wouldn’t even rap against the Genius. I’d put up someone who was born in ’66 to go against the Genius so it can be a tie. He’s got like 50 years on me. I wouldn’t even associate with the Genius. [In the video] he was looking like I stole his money or something. He’s in Alaska. He’s cold. I just heard 50 Cent talking about the Genius saying he had an Impala his age. Well, that’s the Genius for you. [Laughs.] He has no choice. He got famous for five little minutes, but he had to sacrifice a relationship with Soulja Boy. Now it’s gone. I ain’t gonna be like “F the GZA” ‘cause I ain’t never met that dude. But he says, “F Soulja Boy” ‘cause he needed a buzz. Now he’s back in Alaska.
On Pop It Off Boyz’ “Crank Dat Batman”: I know POB. They cool. They getting their money. It’s all a movement. What I started, people want to continue. They can do that. I stopped cranking it in ’07.[In] ’08, we getting the brand new money. It’s no animosity. The Batmans, Spidermans and the Fantastic Four are cool. Maybe the GZA need to make “Crank Dat GZA.”
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3.20.2008
Bitch U Ride the MARTA Bus
SHAWTY I GOT THAT BREEZE CARD! Youtube Crank Rap gets game stepped up enough to remain funny. And Luch Million$ responds: "dis dat nigga luch millions .. i fucks wit dis shit allday .. holla at me 404-425-9216".
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3.16.2008
30318

Born Hustler Inc (BHI)'s 30318 Project. 2 covers here and I can't prove either one is legit. My copy has the incoherent space theme featured to the right and is a CD-R with a printed surface that features a "Snap King" parody of the Burger King logo. Bootlegg begets bootlegg. The link is the full shit and at a bit-rate too booji for the casual rap.zip hoarder.
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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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