Since crack came back a few years ago, people have been able to flip large amounts of cocaine in public on film regularly.
Since crack came back a few years ago, people have been able to flip large amounts of cocaine in public on film regularly. As backpacker rap and emo-rappers slowly cried and battled their way to the sideline, a new and strangely familiar archetype came to the fore: the Lyrical Drug Dealer — not so much the dude of the ’80s, but more like early Death Row and Jayo Felony. For those unfamiliar with Jayo, he is a cult figure on the West Coast and has the singular distinction of being the most famous Crip in San Diego. Jam Master Jay (of RUN DMC and hood acclaim) discovered him and signed him to his imprint on Def Jam in the early ’90s. He was friends with Method Man and he liked to smoke PCP. He also had beef with Jay-Z and Snoop Dogg, which basically resulted in him being blackballed forever.
The first outlandish coke dealer in this newer generation of winter sports was thug motivational poster boy Young Jeezy and his brand icon, the snowman. “I got it for cheap” became a motto a couple of years ago and what followed was a avalanche of traveling salesmen peddling Colombian marching powder from town to city, state to state. Even such luminaries as Tony Yayo are hitting the straight to video circuit with such paeans to industry as “King of the Pyrex.” The video alone is enough evidence to convict a man for 20 years in another forgotten era. It’s like a video to a song off of the GTA soundtrack.
This brings us back to Jeezy and his relatively new endeavor, CTE Music. Already subject to online hatred by the notorious Rhodes Scholar Wakka Flocka Flame (cohort of Gucci Mane, a long time foil to Young Jeezy’s plans for domination), Corporate Thugz Entertainment seems to exist solely to perpetuate the phantom industry heretofore known as “Coke Rap” to a fiending mass. As with any good urban record label these days, you need a Caucasoid male rapper in order to guarantee pop success in the mainstream. This brings us to a gentleman from the CTE camp known simply as White. Brought to my attention courtesy of Heems from Das Racis, this villain is carrying on in the fine tradition of Mr. White Folks, a notorious figure in the sporting life of pimps and hustlers. Being a dread in the South is a sign of savagery and white gangbangers are always dudes to steer clear of. You never know how deep they go in their quest to be accepted by other G’s in their respective hoods. Seeing a white dread who is also a flamboyant Crip selling copious amounts of cocaine out the back of his white Bentley while rapping about having code names is uncharted terrain. He’s like the bizarro anti-matter analogue to Eminem’s whole “Uber Mensch” thing that Interscope has been pushing for so long. While there have been legit white rappers from the South for a minute, this is the first dude not playing the whole white trash/moonshine card. He’s just looking like a wild gangster dude in the hood who happens to be white and balling. For some weird reverse racist reason, that is the scariest thing on earth.
Honorable mention goes to Dipset and their different songs about state to state trafficking, Andre Nickatina and the Cocaine Raps series, Gucci Mane for his inhuman money-making ethics, and Rick Ross for what has to be the most compelling gangster story of all. In Rick Ross you have a guy who used to be an exemplary warden at a jail. At some point, he succumbs to the fruits of evil and crosses over to the dark side of sex, drugs, and rap. Fast forward to 2010 and he is a bold and boisterous masonic black devil that is backed by Diddy, and fueled by cocaine and money. He even has a song called “MC Hammer” on his new pre-release entitled The Albert Anastasia EP talking about how he has a lot of dancers and takes them everywhere. I have nothing more to say.
That Yayo video sucked. The powder substance was way too white to be actual coke, so I’m sure they were in no danger of any “conviction” based on this video.
The only crime taking place in that video is that girls ass, it looked like two bags of cornflakes.
I thought it was bad form to trashtalk the bossman’s habit?
Giovanni Marks — nice nom de plume there.
giovanni marks is subtitle. not only a rad writer but a rap star to boot.
just listen to ob4cl or fishscale and be done with it.
god i hate rap sometimes.
Fo shizzzle my nizzle.
gary oldman?
I felt like I was wearing chinos, sensible brown loafers, polo tucked in, and a braided leather belt whilst reading this.
Ive been telling everybody for a minute bout that trap rap. Big Stack$$$, Waka Flocka Flame, Oj Da Joose and the godfather of cocaine blues GUCCI MANE!! BURRRR!!
After listening to Coke Rap I feel like a million dollars and want to fuck everything that moves, but if I listen to it for too long I want to shoot myself in the temple and cry myself to sleep.
clipse, fuck gucci.
shoot me up
Heroin needs to make a comeback with the whole 90′s retro thing.
“I have nothing more to say.”
You could have put this as your opening sentence, and it wouldn’t have been any less true.
This brings us…to the part where you need to learn how to write. Was this an assingment for a grade ten remedial English class?
youre right about wiggers in the south. those doods can be super crazy in a “something to prove” kinda way
1. I didn’t mention Rae or Clipse because they swear that coke is just a game or metaphor for something else like antonyms or whatever.
2. heroin is here to stay like God and Money. rock owns the exclusive rights to heroin for all regions except for new orleans.
3. this is a new writing style, it’s not supposed to be whatever you think “grammatically correct” is. this is why it’s on street carnage. the dudes here read books and all types of shit like that.