The difference in hungry artists with apparent chemistry convening on the track is glaring compared to associates e-mailing verses in on wax. The general pop usually doesn’t notice until one smacks them upside the face but it does happen every so often. In this instance, Peedi Peedi and Young Chris give Meek Millz the ‘ole 76er alley-oop. Read the rest of this entry »

The domination of “The R.O.C.” hold some of my fondest memories as a lover of this thing called Hip-Hop. From Jay’s uncanny ability to hold summers down like none other, the emergence of Kanye, the endless (and I mean endless) quotables from Dame to hood appeal of State Property, they basically covered all the bases. One artist I never got into, however, was Peedi Crakk.

Shoot me. Read the rest of this entry »

“We are, yeah I said it/we are…” Yeah, yeah yeah Shawn Carter, whatever you say. You can pretend that there is a “we” in Roc Nation all you want. Those who threw up the diamond sign during the earlier part of last decade know the truth. It was the perfect setup to building the empire, though. Read the rest of this entry »

Wale’s such a nice guy. He dropped off this joint via Twitter. I like that, just cutting out all middlemen. While nobody comes weak on this one, Thought & Peedi body this Read the rest of this entry »

You might want to secure your seat. Read the rest of this entry »