Showing posts with label Lil Jon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lil Jon. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
If You Scared To Throw It Up, Get The Fuck Out The Club
This is the first generation of the Lil Jon animation. It only gets better from here.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sometimes I likes me a lil' Lil' Jon.
AIDS-FEST: It never got past conception.
I am unashamed when I say that this guilty pleasure is not a new one. I have kept the King of Crunk on rotation since 2000's We Still Crunk! (Lil' Jon's sophomore and more sophomoric follow-up to Get Crunk, Who U Wit: Da Album) dropped and I copped the tape from Brandon on the Monday-Night Skiing bus.
That shit still bangs.
Besides blowing my speakers and mind with Slayer samples, Lil' Jon also provides excellent fodder for stupid photoshop graphics, political metaphors, and a measuring-stick for how weak the lyrical content of RAP - Rhythm And Poetry, remember - has become since the 1980's.
As a white kid who spent his formative years essentially in the suburbs, my attraction to Roland-808 beats and lyrics centered around substance abuse, babes, and a general attitude of irreverence is hardly a unique one.
I'm an unabashed devotee of Wu-Tang, Dr. Dre, Ice Cube (pre War & Peace), and Public Enemy.
I also like Lil Jon.
That being said, the slight cringe I feel in my conscience when Get Low comes on the KDWB reminds me that in addition to the differences between Hip-Hop and RAP, there is also a difference between Good Music and the shit you hear on the radio.
I am unashamed when I say that this guilty pleasure is not a new one. I have kept the King of Crunk on rotation since 2000's We Still Crunk! (Lil' Jon's sophomore and more sophomoric follow-up to Get Crunk, Who U Wit: Da Album) dropped and I copped the tape from Brandon on the Monday-Night Skiing bus.
That shit still bangs.
Besides blowing my speakers and mind with Slayer samples, Lil' Jon also provides excellent fodder for stupid photoshop graphics, political metaphors, and a measuring-stick for how weak the lyrical content of RAP - Rhythm And Poetry, remember - has become since the 1980's.
As a white kid who spent his formative years essentially in the suburbs, my attraction to Roland-808 beats and lyrics centered around substance abuse, babes, and a general attitude of irreverence is hardly a unique one.
I'm an unabashed devotee of Wu-Tang, Dr. Dre, Ice Cube (pre War & Peace), and Public Enemy.
I also like Lil Jon.
That being said, the slight cringe I feel in my conscience when Get Low comes on the KDWB reminds me that in addition to the differences between Hip-Hop and RAP, there is also a difference between Good Music and the shit you hear on the radio.
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