It seems that, at the ripe age of 34, Beyoncé Knowles has reached the age where she is going to do whatever she damn well pleases.
I spend a lot of time listening to hip hop, and I also spend a lot of time studying neo-Hegelian philosophy.
When I find myself facing an impending crisis, I turn to the omnipresent constant in my life — music.
Black Hippy, comprised of Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul and Schoolboy Q, take turns using identical flows to pummel a Cardo-produced beat in a fleshed out barn filled with strippers.
Jay Rock takes pride in maintaining a level of authenticity of keep-it-real-ness that makes hip-hop as much sport as art.
If you’ve been alone and bored in your bedroom, or are just looking for a song to score your fall semester, look no further.
I’d like to think I’m pretty “with it” when it comes to music; I frequently check blogs, skim through Reddit, scour the Internet for leaks, etc.
I’m a hard fightin’ soldier, and I’m on the battlefield
I’ll keep bringing soul to Jesus by the service – the service. That I bring.
The service ... is hard.
The album offers Ilunga’s interesting interpretation and restructuring of electronic music and pushes the ears of its listeners to accept rhythmic and harmonic patterns seldom explored by the larger genre’s “popular” counterparts.
Gin Wigmore's words tingle with ballsy confidence — an irresistible invincibility that drags me in. She says, I am who I am. I beat my own drum. Bite me.