Year-round Yuletide oddities
Kanye got together with Cam’ron, Jim Jones, Vado, Cyhi Da Prynce, Pusha-T, Musiq Soulchild, Teyana Taylor, and Big Sean and freestyled all about the fun and chaos of “Christmas in Harlem.” It’s all about women and dollars with a touch of family. Cyhi admits he won’t be home for the family though, as he’s more than 800 miles away. I do love the Teyana Taylor recurring verse, and that–apart from an N-word or two, the casual obscenity is not in this holiday celebration.
808 is popular in hip hop, i’m guess, from the rhythm machine often used (Roland TR-808), and not from the police code for disturbing the peace.
Take Ifan Sivac (please!) and the “Winter Christmas” ‘song’ that makes you stretch to figure out the language native to these ‘singers.’ Nauseous pop that includes the 808 hits that hard, full of trap.
Less embarrassing, an energetic rap from Saevus (feat. Ballad and Pap!land) “Christmas & 808’s” chuckles and ruffles and BLUE ALERTS like it’s fun.
Sampling in 808 on blast Far East Movement (feat. MNEK) winds up some melody with “Christmas in Downtown L.A.“
Filthy and fun, “Christmas Cookies” by Blight Dolezal goes full chipmunk rap with BLUE ALERT to spare. Don’t believe me? Careful: Please fill me with up your nutmeg please do it I’ll beg Drill my ass with your penis under the sunset Bang it like a 808 drum leave the pussy upset. Oh my.
Also carnally intent, “WHERE THE GIFTS AT” by Alexander FRE$co is the usual complaint to Santa (How you 808 and still can’t put down the fuckin plate?) about skipping certain kids. OutBLUE-ALERTrage galore. Rap’s that way.
More fun is the “Jingle Bells” parody by 4melodia (feat. London Elixir, Dalicia La Fleur & Mattie B). Oh what fun it is to shake your bells like an 808! Warning, there may be twerking.
Millionaire’s Estate will Make the 808 big bust in “Litmas,” a Christmas rap carol with a sinister back beat. Plenty of naughtiness to go around, but not a single profanity proffered. (My preference!)
Styx doesn’t pull much Xmas weight, but if we go digging… “Just Fell In” is a wailing rock/blues period piece about paying the judicial price for robbing a 7-11 (at 8:15). Manic depression may not help him through the long nights, boy-o. Not up the river like he is. Though he is weaving you a basket for Christmas, so that’s like therapy then.
Andy Churchill is sitting in your driveway wondering if it’s just a “Party of One” for Christmas. Alt-rock be-grunges the misinterpreted invitation: You said 8:30 But nobody’s here. Still he wishes you’d join his party (of one), i guess because it’s a time of forgiveness. Or he’s that naive.
From First to Last metal rages about how crappy Christmas is (Santa’s going to die!), but in their “Christmassacre” they do ask that you call Pete Went from Fall Out Boy and supply his phone digits, starting with 847…. (You better call him, he’s in Fall Out Boy, you better call him.) Is this a prank?
Colleen Rennison has a sad story about that week between Christmas and New Years (Thank God the clock just turned 8:59). She’s sorry and she wishes you could see that little one and she’s tried of drinking and–she misses you. But “Some Things You Lose.” And that’s an alt-country way to see it.
Call back to Tommy Tutone with his parody of his own song: “867-5309 / Jenny (Christmas Version!)” It pops; it’s fun; i dig it–so, listen up.
Aaron Walter flashes many numbers about in his spoken “No Bonus Checks This Year,” a holiday non-tradition to be sure. 100,000 seems to be the salary of the guy announcing your bupkis bonus, except for that 50% pay cut someone thinks he got. But you’re 30 working in this box o’ hell. I notices, however, that this is Circuit City store 880 (which Is sucking big time) (and prolly not there anymore). So, swearing.
Rizo is dealing with the haters hanging with the 1907 Syndicate and worrying about keeping up. “Life Goes On…” stresses the purpose, but eases on the mad rhymes–Fuck you if you don’t like me I’m just trynna make a living Buy everybody 900 dollar presents for Christmas… which must be the mark of success or something.
The Red Squares represent the smug SOB who tells his girl he’s right. So she takes a Greyhound bus back home for the holidays To be with her East Coast family 900 miles away–not a good sign. “Santa Don’t Stop for Me” is the logical call-out for a boy who’s as bad as any boy can be. But the music is boy band as good as can be.
Greenbriar Lane answers ‘Christmas in the Ghetto’ with their Westcoast East L.A. area code based troubles “Christmastime in the 909.” Rollicking rock that’s not rap, no not really. But something’s gotta be done about these kids and these behavioral problems.