Fashion - "New York Talk"

Not to be confused with the Beatnut aka Al' Tariq, Freeport's Fashion struts onto the scene accompanied by Westworld drone hosts in Yankees fitted caps. A hip-house thumper produced by none other than Studdah Man, also of Port Knox, rumbles the catwalk. Yes, that's the Studdah Man, the Bomb Squad’s munitions crew’s jack of all trades whose credits include turntables on Gary G-Wiz's remix to Rakim's "Heat It Up" as well as co-production across Public Enemy's Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age and on Hyenas of the Desert's "Other Side of Midnight" (most recently featured on LIRR Halloween mix, The Shit Mobile). So, what's the science behind the pairing? "I selected the song 'New York Talk' [produced by Studdah Man] because we live in a chaotic time, and people need a daily escape from their mundane lives," Fashion says. "His sound resonated with my personality—fun, vibrant, with a touch of grungy New York. That’s what my sound aims to bring—colour to the function with a sense of style." 

Clarity X Benway - Behind Every Squirming Thing

He said, "She said, 'This love taught you how to feel and now you're prepared for something greater. The capacity for love one possesses for the self is directly proportionate to the capacity to carry that love outward toward all else, and seeing as your being is one single thread woven in the infinite intergalactic tapestry of the miraculous and intimate, it was imperative for the stimulus of our love to wake your quiescent essence of the omniscient eternal source, Shiva, Elohim. Whatever loss you experience from this brokenhearted consequence is a blessing from that very source, the voice of mysterious, so you may charge ahead and pass along to other men and women and whatever identity or amenity that they're living in the law that you now comprehend, which is nothing here is separate or different or disconnects from the aforementioned tapestry with no beginning and no end, and how you treat the self is relative to how we treat that very tapestry. Set fire to your own face, and a burn emerges in the patterning. Be gentle with your body and with your mind and all that opulence, and you won't need some outward alien when the savior is endogenous, and if you ever need a reminder or some way to travel back, remember, Mushrooms. Hip-Hop. Must love cats.'" 

Jewish women can be mad loquacious.

Muddy - girl Problemz

It was one thing when GZA was using his albums to introduce the world to Killah Priest or Ka, but ever since that one biggest rapper/producer of the century started throwing existing pop songs into the mix, I've had no idea what's happening. For several years, I edited a monthly mixtapes column that was mostly albums. Today, the waters are even muddier. 

Case in point: I don't how many of these songs are Muddy's and Muddy's alone and how many, if any, are remixes. What's a rap remix anyway, a fucking cloak? For that matter, in today's Soundcloud rap terms, what the fuck is a playlist? A mixtape by any other word would sound as compiled. 

It's not that I'm altogether washed—see what I did there—but I do acknowledge there's a whole ecosystem of new rap about which I know next to nothing. Maybe Muddy combs the biome? 

"Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe go fuck yourself."