![]() ![]() Once upon a time there was a brilliant young man who was written off by his foes as a freak or a joke because he didn't sing in a way that scanned with his particular era and gender and age bracket but his supposed "weirdness" was in fact a function of just how narrow the pop marketplace's listening habits had become. It's not fair, I always think, he's just mashing words together! Ghostface's verses are so absurd and flow with such meticulous ease, you can't help but feel like the man is teasing you, drawing you into livid comprehension before kicking you in the balls. ![]() When he drops shit like, "Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious/ Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper/ Cancun, catch me in the room, eatin' grouper" on "Buck 50", it infuriates my fine-tuned sense of justice. ![]() To be honest, I understand Toney about 40% of the time, and anyone claiming to do better can kiss my mulatto ass. As it happened, there were no worries for hip-hop's Mushmouth: From a man seemingly at war with grammar, Ghostface's Supreme Clientele was an astoundingly cohesive and profound endeavor. Unless your name ended in RZA or GZA, working outside of the 36 chambers seemed like a risky move. ![]()
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