anonymous asked:

what is the most vile form of music, then? 

i don’t know man, for a couple years in college an old music buddy and i would seek out the worst music/videos possible (especially new music) and send them to each other every week, but i haven’t really paid attention to music, good or bad, in a very long time so i’m not sure what the worst is now. this vid won our game tho, maybe a few deathcuck bands were close bc this was back when deathcore was a thing. try to watch this without wanting to annihilate everything that exists. other people should submit the worst music ever to me, i love it i want to see/hear all of it. i want to see what people HATE. especially @pagan-war-explosions @hellerystalk @wizardvarnish @yy22 @stylizeddeformity91 etc. 

Oddisee - Ready To Rock

Oddisee has got to be one of the most unappreciated hip-hop artists I know.  His solo work is consistently good and he’s done some great things with his group Diamond District.  This is off of his 2012 album People Hear What They See.  The album is far from perfect, but it’s still one of the better “true to the core” hip-hop albums of the year.  Ready To Rock is my favorite song off of the album, and it’s the kind of music you definitely enjoy more with the bass and volume cranked way up.  Oddisee’s production is pretty ridiculous for this song.


My Song Rating: 9.5 out of 10

Rappers are generally in the business of storytelling, but whether those stories are true or not is often a sidenote. People Hear What They See is Oddisee’s debut full length album, and its key concern is honesty - honesty with yourself, with what you tell the world, and the relationships people have with each other.

Essential tracks:

Ready To Rock
American Greed
You Know Who You Are

Listen To Full Album
Set You Free
  • Set You Free
  • Oddisee
  • People Hear What They See

We’re living in the age of the microchip, to think real life is like those flicks/ We used to watch where the doc was working for the villain to insert shit into your fingertips/ The danger is, those flicks desensitized us to the ideas it could exist/ Well done Spielberg & Lucas a theory conspired/ I don’t know, in the pudding the proof is/ But who reads the labels of what they eat/ So the readers digest, just what they speak/ But who’s they, bigger than the monotheistic belief/ That the man is controlling the axes of e-vil/ & still all the masses believe, that a masked thief, makes all the madness & grief/ We endure, so we indulge ourselves in the idea that wealth’s the cure/ & further more, less ain’t more no more/ We assess success like herbivores/ More green, more esteem & clout to liberate us from that twenty four hourly bout/ Better known as the day to day struggle, no escape from to make one you got to hustle/ & that’s where the mistake comes, the tussle/ Between fiendn’ out for the dream or the puzzle/ That perplexed minds since the beginning of time/ Why are we here, do we really have free will/ Are we gods, god like or beast still/ Did the pharaohs even have it right/ In two thousand years, you’d think that we would learn/ Can’t take what you earn to the afterlife/ Place it in a urn, the body burns liberated from the ideology that to have we like/ More than life itself/ Man builds rockets to go to the moon but can’t lend hands to the needy in help/ It’s them type moves that forever ensure that war glooms/ Like a tomb where the battle was held to tell the tale how men turned heaven to hell/ oh well, oh well, you know me well/ A common story I came from the bottom to the well/ Not quite the top so exaggeration I’m trying to sell/ So since we’re building my problems I’m from the basement/ No, not my sound, my surroundings, astounding if you found how we dwell/ Streets are filled with complacent minimum wages/ But faking as if their making the maximum & it’s breaking their pockets cause uncle sam is just taxing them/ & their pockets frail/ Yet the streets are unpaved, still the road is rough/ Not for motors but their motives, exposed to black kettle & pot-holes, that just be closing up/ So hold that though, Imagine having an accent that would band you for asking, for a job/ You’d react & hold that torch/ & burn down opportunities door/ the politics of classism is infused with the poor/ That’s conducive for a movement or more, that’s a soon to be war/ Not sure we’re living in a paradise/ More like a resort unaware of plight/ we alright/

That Real
  • That Real
  • Oddisee
  • People Hear What They See

Oddisee feat. Olivier Daysoul - That Real

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NOTE: I purchased Oddisee, Curren$y, and Big K.R.I.T. this week. First time in years a good amount of music dropped at once. Expect more from the brother Oddisee, real big things in the works. Until then, go cop People Hear What They See on itunes here.

“Sometimes you got these problems on your mind. And people will tell you’ll solve em, you’ll be fine. But I don’t believe that, you see that’s a way of being lazy. If you want it got to get it, if confronted and you quit it, then you’re nothing but a victim in a system that we living but forgiven if you want to start again."