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Waddup waddup bloggy dogs. I’ve been sleeping of late, so it’s no surprise that news of Aesop‘s forthcoming Ep only reached my ears last week. Actually, it’s not just his. He’s part of a crew called “The Uncluded”. That’s a pretty dope name. It suggests that they’ve been actively not included (different from being excluded) from a place/space where they do belong. Whether this is their own doing or someone else’s has yet to be determined. Perhaps we’ll never know. We’re gonna have to wait for the EP, I guess. That’s Aesop though. I’m always tapering off the layers from his work. It takes time, but when Aesop Rock does deliver, it’s worth the wait.

Courtesty of Scott Marceau

Courtesty of Scott Marceau

Prior to his unclusive move, Aesop blessed us with a brilliantly mind-boggling Skelethon in 2012. 5 years prior to that we heard None Shall Pass. This proclivity for infrequent releases of new material and Aesop’s decidedly niche audience are both are partly to blame for A$ap Rocky not even realising that there was already someone on the scene with a similar name ~ I’m a fan of Live.Love.ASAP, but that’s as much as I’m willing to declare at this point. Aesop is as evasive with new material as he is with easily interpretive work.

Enough rambling already. We’ve established that Aesop has been around for a minute, remains relatively elusive to mainstream pop culture and that he’s part of a duo at the moment. The other half of The Uncluded is Kimya Dawson. I’m not too privy on her happenings, but based on the video below, I can say that I’m pretty darn excited to see what they’re going to come up with.

As usual, Aesop does his part to take the vocals to another level. Good luck breaking them down. Enthusiasts are going to have a field day with this one. Even Kimya manges to hold her own. She brings that Juno soundtrack vibe to the table.

Sorry about cutting this short. I’m being hauled off to N1 City Mall for some last minute shopping 😥 To find out more about The Uncluded and other reputable releases, visit the Rhymesayers website.

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Warrup warrup! I bring ye the gift of motivation. I bring you the gift of inspiration.


 Get up. Get out and do something.


Nay my peoples, I am not talking about Macy Gray. Entering the arena, we have Big K.R.I.T. The number that we have in mind is “Boobie Miles”. I kid you not.

So, I don’t think this dude is the dopest emcee out there, but I like the message of this particular track: never give up. It’s friggin dope. The visuals reinforce this considerably.


 The only di[fference] between a winner and a loser is that a winner plays until he wins.


That’s the message and the money today. See your ish through to the end. The production is superb. That saxophone threatens to steal the show though. A buddy of mine, Complex Individual, loves the chilled stuff, and he would agree undoubtedly. The visuals are also crisp. Homie has extended the message to the visuals too. All of the imagery seems to reflect this determination or add to the integrity of the track. Stay in your lane. Stay focus. You need that “Eye of the tiger”, man. A sprinter only looks at the finish line.


Eye of the Tiger


Loving his “champion” tee though. The other notable would be:


If it do[es]n’t touch my Soul, I can’t listen to it.

I need to start printing my own tees. Without further ado:




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If you thought Hip Hop was sleeping, you must have been sleeping. Awake from your slumber now. I say this in the hopes that it would happen in the rudest and crudest sense. Check out his dope free E.P. entitled, Art of Raw. If you’re tired of hearing the same ol’ same ol’, then you’ve been dealt a proper blow.

Click on image to preview album (external link).

“Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy freedom come.

Thy will be done in South Africa, as it is in Lusaka.

Give those weapons, our daily millitary training.

And forgive the South Africans, our leaders.

And lead us not to Apartheid.

For thy is the kingdom, the power and the victory.

For whatever, be what never.

Aluta continua.


~ Kaapse Woordenaar ~ Art of Raw

This is on the intro to the E.P. It’s a looped sample. I’m not sure where it comes from, or if they called the guy in to spew it on the mic, but it gets looped about 5 times over some ill production. It sets the tone for the rest of the collection, which is a militaristic political approach to governance in South Africa.

Though I don’t want to do an album review or anything, there is one notable mention that I’d like to proffer. I said in an earlier post that your past is your present and your past is your future (Street Fighters on the Up ‘N Up). Well, this track, Voyage, literally brings that notion to life. There are great mentions, recounts and an apparent presence of an awakening of consciousness. Not only does this voyage take us to the socio-politico-economic backdrop from which the Art of Raw, emerges, it also takes to those whose memories must never die.

“A lyricist with mass appeal, inspired by Ashley Kriel.”

“Anton Fransch, another fallen comrade”

“This Song is also dedicated to the fallen Hector Pieterson, Harry Gwala, Colleen Williams, Matthew Goniwe…”

Check out the rest of the E.P. for yourself. Experience its entirety.

The E.P. is recorded mostly in Afrikaans, so if you don’t speak the language, you’re probably going to have to listen to the dope beats and rhythmic flows. There’s plenty of English, so don’t be dismayed by the first half of the E.P. I think Saturn (link below) is even involved in this one, though I ‘m not sure which tracks. Some beats are obvious bangers, others are rehashes of a dopeness laced eons before.

Click on the image to listen to some of Saturn’s stuff (external link).

The rawness is there. The message is there. The delivery is there. Think of this release as a breath of fresh air. It just goes to show, that soul will never die. And by “soul” I mean integrity. There’s plenty of soul in this mix.


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Good looking Buchu! This is dope man. I find that many classic musicians don’t respect the new age, but I doubt any of them could do this. It’s like when Quincy Jones claimed that Kanye couldn’t do anything that Quincy could. Kanye never responded, but his fans reacted on his behalf claiming that Quincy couldn’t do what kanye could either.

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Zef to death,

 or death to Zef?

That ninja chap. I don’t know man. Actually, I do, but I’d like to reserve my judgement for the time being. Let me not spill my guts. You are all about to journey on an enlightening path. Do step with me for a bit.

You know that Enter the Ninja track blew my mind. I had just got going with the semi electronic vibes and boom, we had it. Steady production and a super dope video to match. On we go.

The Zef is official, man. Homie tapped into a market. Waddy created a nice little market space for himself. He used the DA approach in the Western Cape. Use the race factor, then once you’ve garnered enough support and momentum, stick a big stick up the people’s bum. More on this later.

I do believe there was conflict about the crediting of the video. Ninja woefulyl accepted all the credits, but refused to acknowledge, the funds and creative talent invested from elsewhere into the vid. Exactly who the parasite is, has yet to be determined. I think you can figure that out for yourselves.

Anyways. Who is this caucasian guy rapping in an Afrikaans style that is quite similar to Cape Flats hip hop? This English speaking guy claims to have grown up “zef”. That’s his story, but do take it with a pinch of salt. The boy needed some many-phat-raps credibility, so he headed off to Mitchell’s Plain to get a brown stamp of approval. Isaac Mutant is the man, ek se. Homie is a critical minded individual. However, I don’t know what possessed him and his posse to appear alongside The Answer. Now our Ninja is legit ek, se.

The Zef is official now. Homie  is signing million dollar deals with Jimmy Iovine. That’s big, man. Props.

Let’s get back to the matter at hand. Now that he’s played the race card, he needs to ante it up because well, it’s zef to death. And we all know that zef is dying. Homie jumps on the mic and starts saying the not so cool N-word and F-word on the same song. Cummon Waddy! The desperation is seeping out of your pores. What’s he gonna do next?

Let’s check out homie on the new album and he’s suddenly “actually black”. Not only that, but he goes so far to say that he’s the “white [K-word]”. Is this dude actually for real? It’s therefore no surprise that Interscope wanted to get more involved. Cut a long story short, Interscope is no longer zef.

I used to dig this crew. I must have been high ~ not that I ever do get high ~ anymore ~ whatever.

So what happens when the wash off tattoos won’t wash off and the music doesn’t sell? I’m sure the Zef will find some other way to get that moola. We’ll see how the indie world treats them.

Canibus spoke of the hypenitis:

Ninja got it bad. Anyways. It seems racism is very much ripe. Ninja’s “rainbow nation” where everyone freely uses the N-word and F-word seems quite a stretch away. What surprises me is that Die antwoord have been able to cultivate a space that allows them to become racially and homophobically  provocative with little or no reproach. The logic of the scenario here is that once one has established a relationship of sorts with an individual of a particular group, then one is able to pass on all sorts of derogatory statements under the guise of pleasantries. Familiarity breeds impunity, I guess.

Peace, I’ve got to bounce. I’m sitting in the future here, so this counts as a post for Thursday. I shan’t be choking any chickens just yet.

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