Chocolate. Diamonds. Barry White.
Traditionally, the world’s most effective panty dropping sidekicks came at a hefty price and still required much padding with expensive dinners, long walks on the beach, and satin sheets.
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Singularity. The point where the line between man and machine becomes blurred and undefined. The laws of time are no longer relevant, and what is old becomes new. We have long thought that eventually time will get us all, and no amount of clawing and scratching can allow us to catch up in that race. Of all music genres to grace the Earth, none has done more to buck that trend than hip hop. Age old samples and instrumentation can be acclimatised to present day tastes, and entire tracks can be tweaked and reworked into something that inspires a completely different set of emotions.
Swag.
A word of much conejcture in hip hop circles across the world, especially our local scene. To some it is everything, to some it is a lazy resort when you have no genuine flow or technical ability.
Enter Ol’ Scoobs.
December 3rd, 2012 
