Saturday, 16 February 2019

milo on shuffle: sanssouci palace (4 years later)

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On the final song of Budding Ornithologists are Weary of Tired Analogies, Rory Ferreira’s final album under the rap moniker of Milo, he says goodbye to the moniker that has built his fame and reputation. In a searing 2 minutes and 55 seconds Milo deconstructs himself as an artist and person alongside the fanbase that has arisen around him. The final verses consider the two concepts in unison, as he says goodbye (for now) and asks the listener to say goodbye with him. It is a difficult and dense song that reveals a frustrated, sad and ultimately hopeful message within its tightly packed verses. Delivered over a looping, gently melancholic piano sample and sharp drum patterns at a rapid fire pace, Milo does not miss a step in his final song. Below is a (largely) line-by-line analysis of the song:

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
Dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun, dun, dun
Dun, dun, yeah, yeah


[Verse 1]

Do-gooders are closest to evil[1], I note as I stroll the cathedral[2]
Rogue taxidermist macrame timelines like curtains[3]
Sanssouci palace[4], gold rope dookie chain malice
Kabuki callus[5], moody and stylish, using Cristal as a stylus
Thousand car pileup in Kabul, my Luke Hand Cool, jukebox mule
Gunny sack ran a thread, I'm at they head loosing marbles[6]
Anxiety in car fulls and car ride
All you see is potato chips on my bar tab archive
Blue like steel guitar hard slide
Blue like Wilhelm Reich, Bygone Organite[7]
Hammond organ squeal, 360 deal, down to the Focusrite
I could never keep my focus right
Locus always shifting, Plutonian[8] physics
Lonely like weekend only visits, hmm, hmm[9]


[Verse 2]

Temptations the time I become a loathsome inventor
Memory wholly dementia, enemy trying to hold me to how they remember[10]
Night tremor fugue in a hammer pant suit[11]
Black organist, organon organic[12]
Whole man how God intended, the American way[13]
The paragon[14] prays, this is what merits praise
And Fridays with F. Gary Grey, Sarah staring strays
As does good fortune, never green horses[15]
Goodby remorses, I'm flying over you[16]
Yeah


[Verse 3][17]

Ro' Lazarus[18], go maverick, the pull had 'em asking about magnets
They ain't seen me up early at the asscrack with it
They ain't seen, they ain't seen, they ain't seen[19]
Must get sleep, must consummate with lover
All rappers seem to seek out what makes them suffer[20]
Must get sleep, must consummate with lover
All rappers seem to seek out what, yo


[Verse 4]

In my palm, the weight of ammo was felt
Wave the stick like like I just Gesso'd the canvas myself[21]
Toboggan cut sharply, cut a rug nicely
Exit stage center with the buttercream icing
Stripped of my handicaps[22], fitted like pop meant
Bebop so ill, money clip engraved with the guild name
Left my copy of Leviathan at the gun range
Butter gin for the wunderkind who made a career of out loud wondering
Smellin' like satsuma, spit it like your math tutor
No time for the subtle cynic, befuddled critic with whimsy
Beard like Gimli, and if my light shine dimly it still shine[23]
Iridescent moleskine, grown mousy
Cue ball, Jinder Mahal, cupid shuffle Gronkowski
Take my house keys, doubting Thomases get brow beat
Hoisting poetry, big bags of nostrum groceries[24]
I am not what you suppose, but far different[25]


[Outro][26]

Whoever you are holding me now in hand
Without one thing all will be useless
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further
I am not what you suppose, but far different[27]
Therefore, release me now
Before troubling yourself further[28]




[1] The opening bar can be read as a barb against western liberals, the “both sides” crowd who help define the fish-hook theory. A theory that pushes against the centrist/liberal understanding of horse shoe theory, which suggests the far-left and the far-right are ultimately the same on the political spectrum. The fish hook theory rejects this, and proposes that, ultimately, it is political centrists and the far-right who are in political parallel. 
             This opening line exists largely out of context until the beginning of Verse 2, as the "enemy trying to hold me to how they remember" are often the 'apolitical' listener, those who do not wish to accept Milo's radical politics. Once it becomes apparent that this song is Milo reflecting on his relationship with himself and his "fans" the lines are drawn sharply into focus.

[2] Milo framing the first half of this opening bar within the context of a cathedral setting could be read as tying in an element of critique against organised religion, particularly aimed at Western Catholicism and Christianity. “Do-gooders”, being Christian followers that stick unabashedly to the right wing, authoritarian and socially oppressive elements of the Bible in an attempt to secure a place in Heaven, are, ironically, “closest to evil” (Hell) for their abhorrent beliefs. 

[3] A difficult line to digest. “Macrame” is a form of textile produced using knotting techniques. By extension, a “macramé timeline” is a knotted timeline. The metaphor “like curtains” helps tie the image together and extend the full imagery of the line, which revolves around textile technique and industry.
Milo possibly frames himself as the “rogue taxidermist”, a tongue-in-cheek line as taxidermy, for many, may already be seen as a “rogue” profession. Taxidermy is the preserving of an animal's body via mounting or stuffing, for the purpose of display or study. Animals are often, but not always, portrayed in a lifelike state.
This is not to be taken as literal, of course, but most likely as a metaphor for Milo as a hip-hop artist. His songs are his “macramé timelines”, deeply interwoven with metaphor, simile and social/political/cultural (etc.) references. If hip hop as a genre is likened to taxidermy, Milo framing himself as the “rogue” artist would not be unsurprising. His musical taxidermy is not for neutered display in a museum but is unique.

[4] Located in Potsdam, just outside of Berlin (Germany), Sanssouci Palace holds the remains of King Frederick the Great – King of Prussia (1712-1786).
Sans souci translates from French to (roughly) “worry free”. Sanssouci Palace was a place of relaxation, rest and respite from the wider world for the King. Perhaps Milo’s music acts as a Sanssouci Palace for the listener, or for Milo himself?

[5] Kabuki is a is a classical Japanese dance-drama. Milo’s “kabuki callus” – callus’ being abrasions on the inner palm – may come from gripping the mic for so long, a metaphor for intensive hard work.

[6] Another dense passage. Using “Cristal as a stylus” possibly ties into the imagery of Milo at the bar further down the verse. In essence, alcohol is fuelling his writing.
Elements of this verse could be read as simply braggadocious, but there’s so much to unpack within the verse that that interpretation feels simplistic (not least the context of its role as the final song on the last album from Rory Ferreira as Milo.) Little nods to a “thousand car pile up in Kabul” or even the use of “malice” in the previous line suggest a personal tension bubbling under the surface of the song. Of course, as with so many Milo songs, ideas are never simply in dichotomy against each other.
This line: “Gunny sack ran a thread, I'm at they head loosing marbles” does feel wholly braggadocious. Milo pulls the thread at the proverbial sack, and the listeners mind begins to unravel before them. Milo as “rogue taxidermist” is again pulling the strings of the listener, enlightening them with his music.

[7] In this passage the song opens itself up to a more personal core, and it becomes more obvious in its absence of simple arrogance. Milo depicts the scale of his anxiety in “car fulls” and its presence in a “car ride”, the end point of anxiety as metaphor being “a thousand car pile-up” and (self-) destruction. Where before alcohol is his “stylus”, the catalyst for his penmanship, here his bar tab is empty but for “potato chips”. Milo feels classically “blue” – blue as the music genre, blue as Dr Wilhelm and his face as he emits the Wilhelm scream, blue as “bygone orgonite”. The use of “bygone” and “tab archive” is not coincidental either, there is a definite call to the past, to being forgotten (perhaps itself a catalyst for Milo’s anxiety?)

[8] “Plutonian physics” may be a mis transcription. There is Plutonium physics, Plutonian as in relating to the planet Pluto, and the astrological notion of Plutonian physical traits.

[9] The last three lines of the song again open more easily to the listener. The notion of a “locus always shifting” reflects a sense of lack of control in one’s life. What begins as an exceptionally dense verse, ends with a line of universal sentiment, that of feeling lonely. The “hmms” as the verse drifts away feel reflective, allowing both the listener and Milo space to contemplate these final lines.

[10] On a first glance this line is quite difficult to parse. It doesn’t reveal itself to the listener clearly, even at Milo’s obfuscated standard. I think it becomes easier to parse if you imagine a comma after “temptations”, splitting the sentence so that “temptations” flows into “enemy trying…”, which links the temptations with the enemy, rather than the temptations of Milo himself.
Considering this, the context of “enemy trying to hold me to how they remember” begins to become clearer. In the act of ‘becoming’ a “loathsome inventor” (becoming is in inverted commas to reflect Milo’s sarcasm) Milo’s enemies – perhaps fragile listeners (the do-gooders and liberals from the first verse) – suffer from a memory that is “wholly dementia”. A brilliant oxymoron, with dementia the degenerative cognitive disease that causes the afflicted party to “forget” over time. One cannot have a memory that is wholly dementia, it is paradoxical.
The query then is what the enemy is trying to hold Milo too – it’s a typical critique labelled at artists who grow or develop over time musically and personally. A veritable “I miss the old Kanye…” dilemma. In this instance though, rather than developing into a right-wing parody of themselves, Milo is suggesting that the listener’s memory of him is flawed. It is not Milo who has fundamentally changed, but the listener.

[11] More difficult lines from the inimitable MC. The bars here operate on the axis of the word “fugue”.  In simple terms: “In music, a fugue is a contrapuntal compositional technique in two or more voices, built on a subject (a musical theme) that is introduced at the beginning in imitation (repetition at different pitches) and which recurs frequently in the course of the composition.”
               However, there is also a Fugue State - “a rare psychiatric disorder characterized by reversible amnesia for personal identity, including the memories, personality, and other identifying characteristics of individuality”
Milo imagines himself as a haunted personification of this. A “night tremor fugue in a hammer pant suit”. The hammer pant suit as a reference to the classic choice of attire by MC Hammer in the late 80s-early 90s. If Milo is the “night tremor fugue” in response to his enemy, then he is acting as the reversal of amnesia, the reversal of dementia. The enemy tries to hold him to how they remember, Milo is trying to reverse this.  

[12] “Black organist” as a point of self-reference doubles down on the “fugue” image from the previous line, “organon organic” plays with alliteration and repetition – translating “fugue” as a musical note to a linguistic technique. It is a reference also to the earlier “Bygone Organite” of Wilhelm Reich. In Reich’s writings, orgones are a biological or cosmic energy found throughout the universe. Milo is perhaps somewhat mockingly referring to the notion of “organon organic”, as there has been no empirical proof of orgone theory to date. Ergo, they cannot be “organic” as we define organic today.

[13] Here is a certainly tongue-in-cheek line - a jab against deeply engrained American ideals of manifest destiny and American exceptionalism, formed from a colonialist/imperialist ideology. By playing with this ironically, Milo is admitting he is not a “whole man how God intended”, despite the initial reading that this may be another braggadocious line.

[14] Paragon: “a person or thing regarded as a perfect example of a particular quality” I believe that this ties into the previous line due to the parallel religious imagery and the idea of the ‘perfect’ being. I cannot decipher these lines in yellow though. “Fridays with F Gary Grey” is a reference to the director’s 1995 film Friday.

[15] In horse racing/riding a “green horse” is a new inexperienced horse, that has only just begun its training/education. This may be a callback to the opening lines of the 2nd verse, the enemies that are misremembering Milo are like “green horses” – uneducated.

[16] In a previous time, Milo may have taken the time to educate these “green horses”, to accommodate their viewpoints/beliefs (engaging with centrists/liberals). Now, remorseless, Milo is free to leave these “green horses” behind and fly over them. In relinquishing the shackles of the Milo moniker with this final album, Milo (Rory Ferreira) feels artistically free again. It is in this sentiment that Milo will conclude the song: 

“I am not what you suppose, but far different/
Therefore, release me now/
Before troubling yourself further”

[17] Perhaps less of a strict verse and more of a refrain, this section breaks up the intensity of Verse 1, 2 and Verse 4 that looms ahead. I think this is deliberately kept more obtuse than the other Verses, and as such will not spend as much time discussing this section.

[18] After 4 days, Jesus rose Lazarus from death in the Bible. 4 years later vs. 4 days later. I would not put it beyond Milo to suggest there is significance in this parallel. Especially as so much of the song points towards an artistic resurrection or rebirth.

[19] Repetition plays a key part here in questioning who is the “they” that Milo is addressing. Is it the listener? Milo’s fans? Milo’s contemporaries and competitors? What also have “they” not seen? The line prior perhaps suggests the hard work and craft that has gone into Milo’s career and would tie in neatly to his frustration that spills out in Verse 2.

[20] A whole essay could be written on this single line. For now, I will point towards a few brief points of reflection. Why does Milo specify and then universalise rappers? What is unique to being a rapper that they must seek that which makes them suffer? What is this point of suffering? Is Milo including himself in this statement?

[21] A classical hip hop image, with language and writing taking on a physical manifestation. Milo’s lyrics are as powerful as ammunition; there is suggestion of a symbiosis between the craft and the act of creating – Milo is suggesting he is a natural.

[22] A slightly whimsical image that relates to Milo’s admonishment of his renowned moniker. A ‘nicely cut’ rug to slide down centre stage on a “toboggan”, with a tub full of “buttercream icing” – he is leaving on top; he is leaving “stripped of my handicaps”. In the context of the full song, it is possible that his handicap is the moniker Milo itself and the perceived expectations that come with that name.

What follows these opening lines of Verse 4 is Milos goodbye to the listener. It largely repeats the structure of this toboggan image, but I will highlight a few key lines below, as it acts as a sharply critical and witty reflection of his career to this point.

[23] There are so many enjoyable bars between annotation 23 and 24. Milo’s rejection of the neckbeard critic, too close minded to grapple with his music. His bending of the pronunciation of the word “moleskine” to ensure it rhymes with shine. His career deftly summed up as a kid who loudly wonders is touching and heartfelt. Most beautiful of all these though is “and if my light shine dimly it still shine”. A proud self-affirmation of self-worth. A humble understanding that no matter what comes next, Milo, or rather, Rory Ferreira, still has value.  

[24] “Take my house keys… Hoisting property” – if there was any doubt Milo was moving on, it is confirmed in these lines. Milo is leaving; do not be a “doubting Thomas” and mistake his affirmations as performative. The “big bags of nostrum groceries” may be a nod towards his future endeavours. He is leaving the house, or palace, of Milo, but is taking with him nostrum groceries (his duo with Elucid), perhaps he is moving into the Scallops Hotel? Wherever Rory Ferreira is going, Milo is not coming with him.

[25] This is, technically, the first line Milo utters this affirmation throughout the song, yet the message has been persistent throughout. As you (you being my fan, my listener, my enemy) understand I am not “what you suppose”, I am not Milo, “but far different” – what that difference is remains to be seen.

[26]Again, we must consider the context of this Outro verse amongst the wider album. This is Rory’s final album as Milo, these are for all intents and purposes, the last lines of Milo. In light of this context they hold a greater weight to the listener because of their presupposed finality. At the time of writing the final live shows of Milo are reaching an end. Tonally this Outro is not angry or demanding, it is quiet and reserved, but affirmative. These are instructions as much as they are lyrics. To follow them is to find peace with the ending of Milo.

[27] Milo repeats the song’s crucial affirmation. The line prior asks again of the listener, do not doubt me now, do not be or become an “enemy” whose memory is “wholly dementia”, for I have given you fair warning.

[28] We are asked to let go. To let go of our understanding of Milo. What is to become cannot be stopped. Do not hurt or make yourself suffer trying to protest this movement away, it is inevitable. With this the song, the album and Milo the artist as he currently exists concludes.

Sunday, 1 April 2018

“Now we more fucked up with a Mayor named Giuliani” - Hip-Hop and Rudy Giuliani

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Between 1993-2001 Rudy Giuliani served under two terms as a Republican Mayor of New York City. Giuliani, the first Republican Mayor of NYC since 1965, would win the 1993 election by a little over 50,000 votes, campaigning on a platform centred on an oppressive crackdown on crime. Manhattan, The Bronx and Brooklyn voted in favour of the Democratic candidate David Dinkins, but Giuliani’s crushing victories in Queens and Staten Island, ultimately secured him the victory. Staten Island - the borough of New York City with the largest demographic of non-Hispanic whites - was,unsurprisingly, most influential in securing Giuliani's victory. The same demographic that would suffer least at the hands of Giuliani and Clinton's sweeping policy reform to welfare, housing and crime. 

The pointed opening bars to AZ’s Rather Unique touch upon this racial disparity precisely:

               “We was already moulded into people's minds as mulignanes
     Now we more fucked up with a mayor named Giuliani”

“Mulignane” is a racist epithet for black people, prominent in Italian-American Communities, and a deliberate rhyme pairing alongside Giuliani, an Italian-American himself. It is the corrupted form of the word “melanzane”, Italian for eggplant/aubergine, and is used to dehumanise black people. Within just two years of his premiership AZ is able to bring attention to the negative impact Giuliani's policy decisions were having on black and minority ethnic communities - a swift turnaround to say little else.

Giuliani’s 1993 campaign focused on a crackdown on “petty” crimes, the sort of on-going language that continues to see people of colour, such as Eric Garner, cruelly choked to death for allegedly selling cigarettes without a tax stamp. Giuliani wanted a crackdown on offenses such as graffitiing, turnstile jumping, cannabis possession and the notorious “squeegee men”. ‘Offenses’ so minor that one questions whether they even deserve the word. As a cornerstone of the hip-hop community, the attack on graffitiing culture would, of course, have an overwhelming effect on BME communities. This would not be the first time a New York Mayor attempted a crackdown on graffiti culture, dating back all the way back to the 1970s when graffitiing culture began to explode, and once again it existed under the pretence of maintaining order, as though somehow the aggressive policing of an act so minor would have a profound impact.

               This racialised form of policing was the backbone of Giuliani’s time as Mayor, set in stone by his approval of Crime Commissioner Bill Bratton, who would bring in sweeping “broken windows” policy reform. “Broken windows” policing has been well-documented by historians and critics in the decades since its introduction as an utter failure, designed to do little more than adversely effect Black and Minority Ethnic Communities, to help facilitate the prison-industrial complex. It’s introduction, alongside Bill Clinton’s grossly destructive “three-strike” criminal policy would spell disaster for young BME men across the United States. Previous misdemeanours, such as possession of small amounts of cannabis, would now stack up with devastating results. Reagan began the “War on Drugs”, but it was Clinton who would cement its legacy. In The New Jim Crow, Michelle Alexander highlights that “between 1980 and 2000, the number of people incarcerated in our nation’s prisons and jails soared from roughly 300,000 to more than 2 million.” Alexander exacerbates the destructiveness of this form of policing when she explains that “marijuana possession – a drug less harmful than tobacco or alcohol – accounted for nearly 80 percent of the growth in drug arrests in the 1990s”. Throughout the United States the disproportionate effect of the “War on Drugs” on BME communities would not lay dormant, and it is no coincidence that hip-hop’s explosion into the public sphere in the 80s and 90s came alongside a corrupt and racist system expanding at a gross rate.

In New York in the mid-to-late 1990s this anger was aimed at none other than one man: Rudy Giuliani. Biggie raps on Everyday Struggle, “I’m seeing body after body and our Mayor Giuliani/Ain’t tryna see no black man turn to John Gotti”; with just a hint of an underlying threat towards New York’s infamous Mayor. Rumour has it that New York’s crime families debated placing a hit on Guiliani, with John Gotti the only one to vote in favour. The lyric seems to reflect Giuliani’s focus on racist predictive policing, catching black men before they inevitably turn into the next John Gotti, where the threat would then turn on Giuliani himself. Even Nas indulged in pure vitriol, referring to Giuliani as the “6-6-6”, whilst Big L fantasises about his crew hanging him on his legendary 7 Minute Freestyle with Jay-Z. Hardcore New York hip-hop crew Screwball would release the bluntest affront to Giuliani. Titled Who Shot Rudy? the song gleefully hypothesises Giuliani’s assassination, and whilst it is little more than fiction, the popular sentiment towards Giuliani in the hip-hop community is abundantly clear.

Giuliani and his brand of police fascism would not only come up against the hip-hop world in verse. On January 14th, 1999 two officers of the Street Crimes Unit would fire eight shots at an unarmed young black man; thankfully they would miss all eight shots. The officers would claim they were retaliating to shots fired at them, despite no weapons or shell casings other than their own at the crime scene. The young man, whose car was pulled over in Bedford-Stuyvesant, who was acquitted of any crime, and who narrowly escaped with his own life, was none other than Russell Jones aka Ol’ Dirty Bastard. It’s a scene all too often played out in America. A young black man is pulled over in his car, a racist police officer mistakes a cell phone for a gun, and another innocent life is taken by a corrupt racist system. The sort of system that suggests a broken window, or a broken taillight, can be the indicator of a potential murderer, rapist or drug pusher.

A little over two weeks later a young man named Amadou Diallo would fall victim to the Street Crimes Unit. An immigrant from Guinea, he moved to New York in 1996 with his family, where he would peddle videotapes, gloves and socks along the sidewalk of 14th Street during the day. As harmless as a squeegee peddler, Amadou fit the profile of a ‘dangerous criminal’ Giuliani had marked out six years earlier. He was unarmed and shot outside of his apartment 41 times by four plain clothes officers. They would claim to mistake him for a rape suspect from one year earlier. All four would be acquitted at trial for second-degree murder. There could be no doubting AZ - “we” [the black and minority ethnic community of New York] were most definitely “more fucked up with a Mayor named Giuliani”.


Monday, 5 March 2018

Tupac Shakur; not simply an icon for the West

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At his tragic death Tupac Shakur was the ultimate status symbol of West Coast music: the smooth flows, the laid-back g-funk production, the riotous political anger, the gangster posturing, the effortless swagger – he was the walking embodiment of West Coast rap. In the decades passing since his death Tupac has slowly transcended hip-hop regionalism, helped especially by the pacification of the coastal wars and the collapse of Death Row Records, and become a martyr figure for hip-hop as an entire genre. Tupac, in his influence and influencers, is representative of not solely the West Coast, but the entire spectrum of what North American hip-hop can offer: he is the West, the East, and even the South.

Tupac was born in 1971, in the East Harlem section of New York City. His mother, Afeni Shakur, and father Billy Garland, were deeply involved in the New York arm of the Black Panther Party during the 1960s and 70s. His godmother, Assata Shakur, is still an active fugitive of the United States government for her role in the Black Liberation Army and their activity in New Jersey. Shakur’s family is steeped in radical history throughout the East Coast of America. In 1986 Tupac and his family would move to Baltimore, where he would attend Baltimore School for the Arts, performing drama, poetry, ballet and jazz. Tupac’s exposure to the radical politics of the Eastern United States would intensify as he began a relationship with the daughter of the local director of the Communist Party chapter. For the first fifteen years of his life, up until the family’s move to Baltimore in 1986, Tupac would be born and raised in the home city of hip-hop itself. His move to Baltimore was an extremely influential time in his life. Repeat interviewer and author Kevin Powell offered this insight into Tupac’s time in Baltimore – “[Baltimore] foreshadowed Tupac Shakur the rapper, foreshadowed Tupac Shakur the amazing [actor]. It would not have happened — any of that — without Baltimore.” A classmate, Becky Mossing, would offer this insight on his trademark West Coast signs; the Thug Life tattoo and his fetishising of the gangster lifestyle – “I honestly believe he was playing a part that he probably was made to play.” It’s undeniable that Tupac was an immensely complex figure and that the influence of Death Row Records and the West Coast certainly seeped into his personality, and was not simply a role he played, but there’s certainly wisdom to be taken in the knowledge that those closest to him saw a different figure to the public persona.

This public persona, however, which is undoubtedly dwarfed and unfairly moulded by the racist machinations of the white supremacist press, was not clearly structured until his release from prison in 1996 and the subsequent release of All Eyez on Me and Makaveli: The 7 Day Theory. Two albums that are drenched in the mid 90s flavours of the West Coast. In the lead up to the ‘West Coast Tupac’ that came to be his most successful persona, Tupac released three politically radical and emotionally sensitive albums far more in line with his private persona, his East Coast upbringing, and the works of Malcolm X, Angela Davis, Public Enemy, the Geto Boys and Ice Cube. This is not to suggest that the West does not have a proud tradition of radical protest music, which it does, but that the astronomical success of g-funk/gangster rap starting in 1992 is not something Tupac fully embraced until his subsequent arrival on Death Row Records – an arrival that would not come until nearly five years later in his career.

The release of 2Pacalypse Now was an understated one at best. It crept on to the Billboard Top 200 at number 64 on November 12th 1991. Seven months before Dr Dre would drop the hugely influential The Chronic and change the sound of rap music forever, again. 2Pac had at this point adopted his given name, switching up from MC New York, and signed to Interscope Records. He had played a small part in Digital Underground, gaining notoriety for their song ‘The Humpty Dance’. Channeling his best efforts to emulate Ice Cube and Chuck D, with a New York tongue-twister flow that was excessively popular at the time, 2Pacalypse Now is an impressive, but awkward, blend of styles. It’s most prominent theme is that of police brutality, exploring both its personal and wider impacts on the black community, as well as engaging in subverted revenge fantasies. This is maybe 2Pac’s angriest record. Where later in his career he would begin to mellow out and offer more nuanced critiques, and express a deep inner sadness, this album burns with roughly 20 years of pent-up anger. 2Pac plays on the hypocrisy of white America and it’s centuries of injustice. On ‘Violent’ Pac rhymes:

“My words are weapons and I'm steppin' to the silent
Wakin' up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent”

Here Pac channels MLK’s odes to the masses and fights against the racist caricature of black men that historically portrays them as inherently violent. It is not black men or Pac that are violent, but the centuries of American oppression that should be criticised for violence. This song samples fellow hip-hop radicals and critics of American hypocrisy, The Geto Boys, who released their classic album We Can’t Be Stopped also in 1991. On ‘Words of Wisdom’(in which Pac spits radical philosophy over a jazz rap beat – beats that the likes of Guru and Digable Planets would make their own) Pac ends by shouting out the following artists:

“America, you reap what you sow
2Pacalypse, America's Nightmare
Ice Cube and Da Lynch Mob, America's Nightmare
Above The Law, America's Nightmare
Paris, America's Nightmare
Public Enemy, America's Nightmare
KRS-One, America's Nightmare”

The lineage of KRS-One, Public Enemy and Ice Cube into forming the 2Pac of 1991 could not be clearer. Brenda’s Got A Baby channels the storytelling of Cube, the production and rawness on Violent is reminiscent of Boogie Down Productions, and the presence of Chuck D and the Bomb Squad can be felt in every part of the album’s stripped down, full throttle structure. On 2Pacalypse Now whilst the influences are worn clearly on his sleeves, they have such a breadth that Pac begins to carve out his own space. He is not solely a West Coast rapper. He is built on the foundations of the East and moulded by his life experiences in the West. He channels the rage and shock value of NWA and the Geto Boys, but pushes this further into the political arena. On subsequent albums he will push the breadth and scope of his work to even greater levels.

With Strictly 4 My N*****, the follow up to 2Pacalypse Now, the success of the two lead singles, ‘I Get Around’ and ‘Keep Ya Head Up’ are perfectly indicative of the balance Pac would perfect in his career. ‘Keep Ya Head Up’ is a track filled with emancipatory inspiration, a song that celebrates working class women of colour. It calls for solidarity and strength throughout working class communities of colour, and Pac, barely 23 years old, captures the tender protectiveness of an older brother for an entire nation. It is protest music that hip-hop has never really experienced before. ‘Fuck Tha Police’, ‘Sound of Da Police’, and ‘Fight The Power’ are songs fuelled with righteous rage and exceptionally powerful, but hip-hop has rarely seen such a momentous call for solidarity. At the polar opposite of ‘Keep Ya Head Up’ is ‘I Get Around’, one of 2Pac’s earliest steps away from polemical rap, and a move into his growing status as a sex symbol, which will only exacerbate as he gains the notoriety of a ‘bad boy’ image. The flow and swagger are clearly influenced by Snoop Dogg’s Doggystyle, and it is not surprising that both would heartily embrace their image as 2 of America’s Most Wanted. 2Pac’s sophomore album helps him gain further critical and commercial success and comes at a time when the West Coast dominates record sales, where it would only make sense to embrace these cultural surroundings to further himself.

What becomes surprising then is that his third album, Me Against The World, does not continue to follow the trajectory of Strictly 4 My N***** - one would expect him to embrace the likes of Death Row and g-funk (as he will a year later), but instead he returns to the muted palette of the East coast. The album plots the darkest moments in 2Pac’s life, and is released whilst he was still in prison. It reflects on personal pain and loss, his own sense of mortality and suicidal tendencies. It comes a year after nearly being killed in New York and whilst serving time for a sexual assault charge. The lead single, ‘Dear Mama’, is a beautiful elegy on a mother and son’s stretched relationship, which charts at no. 9 on the Billboard Top 200. To this day there is not a single rapper who could emulate that feat.
On the album 2Pac has said, “It was like a blues record. It was down-home. It was all my fears, all the things I just couldn't sleep about. Everybody thought I was living so well and doing so good that I wanted to explain it. And it took a whole album to get it all out. I get to tell my innermost, darkest secrets I tell my own personal problems.” It pairs beautifully with Scarface’s The Diary and Bushwick Bill’s Phantom of the Rapra. The gangster rapper with a crushed soul. It is the most honest, soul-bearing rap album ever recorded and once again it oozes influence from every corner of the hip-hop world. We can see the longevity of the album in almost every rapper after it. Fat Pat’s Ghetto Dreams, Ghostface Killah’s ‘All That I Got Is You’, Kendrick Lamar’s ‘U’, Cousin Stizz’s Monda and 50 Cent’s ‘Many Men’. It scatter-shots away from strict national politics and explores the political via the lens of the personal. It will be the last album 2Pac releases on Interscope Records before he was swallowed by Death Row and spat back out into astronomical success. Before the uncontrollable downward spiral of the East Coast-West Coast rivalry that will coincide with the loss of two of the greatest artists of a generation. It is the last time 2Pac can release a song like ‘Old School’, which offers nothing but adoration for the New York boroughs and the legendary founding fathers of hip-hop, the likes of Grandmaster Flash, Rakim, Big Daddy Kane, De La Soul, Mantronix, MC Lyte.

If Pac’s time on Death Row records helped cement him as an icon of the West Coast, it was his first three albums that helped cement his legacy as an icon for all of hip-hop. An absurdly brilliant artist that fused the sounds of the East, West and South. An artist who would be so impactful that to this day endless artists from every region will claim to be the next 2Pac. Kodak Black will allude to him in his album titles; Childish Gambino will claim he is the second coming; Kendrick Lamar will momentarily resurrect him in his albums; Joey BADASS will measure his self-worth next to him. 2Pac has become a universal figure of pride in the hip-hop community, not simply because of the universality of what he wrote, but because of the universal embrace of 2Pac that every corner of the hip-hop world has engaged in. An embrace that, of course, could not be possible if Pac himself had not embraced every corner of the hip-hop community.

Monday, 22 January 2018

A Look Back At: Ghostface Killah - Sour Soul

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As a solo artist Ghostface has two certified classics in Ironman and Supreme Clientele, and fans will hotly debate Fishscale. On the most electrifying track on Fishscale, ‘The Champ’, the intro skit taunts Starks, “He’s hungry. You ain’t been hungry since Supreme Clientele.” What followed was 4 minutes of boasts, knowledge and punchlines for the strongest lyrical performance from Starks since Supreme Clientele. He channeled the stream-of-consciousness playful mess that made Supreme Clientele so brilliant – “Who want to battle the Don?/I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors/Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm/I lost it” – only a prime Ghostface Killah can get away with bars that weird and still make them sound so good.

On Sour Soul, this wild Ghostface, the “bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached” that helped revive both the Wu Tang in 2000 and his own solo career in 2005, was nowhere to be seen. Thus what makes Sour Soul so deserving of another look, of a reappraisal, is that it was Ghostface’s first album in a career defined by his ability to shred the mic to pieces, where he was almost gentle in his delivery. It’s a frankly unique rough diamond in a career full of jewels. It doesn’t rely on his remarkable storytelling ability, it doesn’t have the mic destroying flow, the modernist stream of consciousness ideas. It’s a muted album with muted production to match.

Even the album cover is muted. It’s a far cry from the posturing of Ironman, Bulletproof Wallets and Fishscale, the focus of Supreme Clientele, or the pop-culture inspirations that grace Wu-Massacre and Twelve Reasons To Die. Ghost’s face is obscured by the American flag. It falls atop his head like the sweaty towel of a boxer after a twelve round fight. His eyes gaze coldly at something unknown beyond the frame. The black and white palette helps to shroud the album cover in mystery. The image looks more appropriate for a polemical comeback album by Chuck D, Mos Def or Ice Cube. It does not look like the album cover for one of the greatest gangster rapper’s of all time.

The intro track ‘Mono’ glides into play. It’s a jazzy 58 second sleep tone setter, with sparse drums and a soothing bass line. This is a far cry from the legendary opening skit of Ironman.

“I got a message for Smoky?”
 “What is it?”
 “You ain’t Smoky it ain’t yo motherfucking message”
  “Motherfucker I said gimme the message”

The album doesn’t explode into life like Ghost’s previous efforts. This does not have the boundless energy that made Supreme Clientele so memorable. The titular track ‘Sour Soul’, the track that Mono fades into, opens with these lines: “Yo, cleanse me, clean me of my sour soul”. It’s the imagery of rebirth, Ghost yearns for a spiritual cleansing. Yet it’s just that: a yearning. It does not yield any sweet fruits for Ghostface. The content of the song that follows is classical Ghost, but with this maturer delivery – his flow is reminiscent of contemporaries Ka and Roc Marciano – New York is coming full circle, the rebirth is taking place.

Every time the album seems like it’s about to burst into a new gear, BadBadNotGood put on the breaks. They indulge in interludes like “Stark’s Reality”. Tony will spit a vicious verse or two and then take a breather. Ghost is indulging himself. On the title track Ghost ends the song stating: “Yeah, I got my swagger back and all that”. In previous albums Ghost’s swagger came from his uncanny eye for storytelling details – the ‘king tut’ piece from motherless child – or from his relentless approach to rhyming. He was an elite craftsman and he wanted to show it. On Sour Soul, for the first time in his career, Ghost is happy to step back and let the band take centre stage – it’s a whole new swagger.

The cast of supporting characters (DOOM, Danny Brown, Tree, Elzhi) make up a quartet of (relatively) elder rap statesman. This isn’t an album for the young rapper, it’s for the refined hip hop head. There’s a reluctancy in Ghost’s tone when discussing ‘pimping’, something he used to do with a searing misogynistic passion, and there are nuggets of political knowledge buried in every song. Tree’s verse on Street Knowledge is emblematic of the very title – detailing snippets of his life growing up in Chicago. On Ray Gun, another DOOMSTARKS collaboration to pluck at the heartstrings, Ghost describes, “Me and DOOM headed down to the range”. I’m sure he’s not describing the golf club, but in light of 50 Cent’s comments on 4:44 one has to wonder whether Ghost was pre-empting “Dad Rap”?

The tone that BBNG brings throughout the album in their gentle bass lines, the scattering of a brush on the cymbals and the subtle piano notes conjures an image of a late night jazz club performance. Ghost the forgotten MC, once a club legend, playing to a room that dwindles as the night runs on. Yet, there’s still some magic to be found in there. Those that stick around with the weary warrior will be rewarded for their efforts. They will be fed eternal wisdom; sweet food for the Sour Soul.

Food:

I used to rob and steal, now I make food for thought
Fresh like the air you snort
I drop jewels, little nuggets of wisdom
Seeds that keep growing
Paying my debts to society, so no more owing
Now it's showing and proving, keep the body moving
Exercising the mind is scientifically proven
To increase your life line, strengthen your heart
Eat fish, that brain food will get you smart
Yoga, deep medicational tactics
You no good then just practice, cause practise makes perfect
Stop burying your lies and bring the truth to the surface
Money is the root to all evil, that cash rule
Will have you out there looking like a damn fool
That's the devil's bait, the all mighty dollartry
Will have your mind fooled by technology
Make the right choice, no need for an apology


Them light as the sun, the sun's the father
The father is the man on Earth, we try harder
To teach one, preach one
Just acknowledge the wisdom
Can't figure right from wrong, it's a tough decision
My vision is light, some come to me when yours black out
Follow the footprints as I lay the tracks out
He's a righteous God, I want the best for mankind
Navigate through this war without blowing a landmine
My light shines from the east my brother
Verbally I spit, I'm a beast my brother
March through the blackness, search for the ray of lights
Don't walk bare footed through the grass
Cause that's where the snake strikes
Protect ya neck, evil lurks in the shadows
Darkness is best where the Devil wins battles
The weak fall victim, the strong sound diligent
Guerilla, we gullible but manage to stay militant
Super stars, our ego is so top billin' it
Follow me son and I'll show you how I'm killin' it
These wolves is vicious, assigned to danger
The changer, I'm 'bout to pull you all through a chamber



Sunday, 31 December 2017

George Puttenham’s Rhetorical Devices for the Hip-Hop Generation: A 16th Century Fusion Manuscript

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“Now if our presupposall be true that the Poet is of all other the most auncient Orator, as he that by good & pleasant perswasions first reduced the wilde and beastly people into publicke societies and civilitie of life, insinuating vnto them, vnder fictions with sweete and coloured speeches, many wholesome lessons and doctrines, then no doubt there is nothing so fitte for him, as to be furnished with all the figures that be Rhetoricall, and such as do most beautifie language with eloquence & sententiousness.”

Chap. XIX – Of Figures sententious, otherwise called Rhetorical. ‘The Arte Of English Poesie’  (1589). George Puttenham.[1]



 “You gonna curate your art, n***a
  You better tell these n****s why you do what you do
 ‘Cause, they ain’t nobody gonna be there that
  Explain that s**t
  You need rhetoric
  Who told you rhetoric was a bad word?...”

  Outro – ‘Flygod’ (2016). Westside Gunn.[2]



 “You need rhetoric”, so says Westside Gunn on the Outro to his 2016 debut album Flygod. But what exactly is rhetoric, and why might a rapper need it?

Simply put, “rhetoric is the art of effective or persuasive speaking or writing, especially the exploitation of figures of speech and other compositional techniques.” From alliteration to repetition to metaphors, creative writing in any form is made up of rhetorical devices. These rhetorical devices, from the minutely subtle to the glaringly obvious, help to define and structure a piece of writing, and layer it with intent, meaning and purpose. Persuasive writing is not solely useful for argumentative language and debating, where the direct aim is to convince someone to your line of thinking, but also serves a wider creative purpose. The ability to manifest and subvert rhetorical devices are skills necessary for any great writer, from Homer to Andre 3000. This is a manuscript to highlight the rhetorical devices in use throughout history, as defined by George Puttenham in his influential 1589 work The Arte of English Poesie, but in the context of the most popular form of contemporary poetry: hip-hop.

Now, that is a deliberately controversial statement. Classical poetry scholars have historically denied hip-hop and the wider canon of black art as being deemed literary (see Alex Mason for Media Diversified[3]), or as worthy of study, but their racist, colonialist prejudices are no longer concrete, their word is no longer bond. By the same token, however, this cross cultural-historical comparison is not an attempt to suddenly validate hip-hop as an art form by offering it a token place in the white canon. Hip-hop and poetry do not exist in a binary, though they are two art forms that share a wealth of DNA, they are ultimately their own unique specimens. If I have spent this second paragraph contradicting the statement made at the end of the first paragraph, then you may be questioning why even undertake this task?

Well, it’s quite simple. For education purposes. Through his work with The Hip-Hop Shakespeare Company, UK rapper, activist and writer Akala has already begun to explore the connections between the traditional standard bearers of English Literature and contemporary hip-hop. As a company they teach young people about theatre, hip hop, poetry, creative writing, history, music and more, and help them to develop “new skills in performing arts by creating excitement around words and rhyming”. In my own small way I hope this fusion manuscript can offer another resource to this exciting venture. In studying and learning about different rhetorical devices we can rediscover the brilliance of works past, and discover new ways to play with and utilise linguistic techniques in our own creative writing. The aim of this piece is, fundamentally, quite simple: it is to continue to encourage young people all over to engage with language and the performing arts, to continue to push against the barriers of what is considered ‘worthy’ by academia, and, ultimately, to continue to celebrate writing and it’s infinite beauty in all forms.







George Puttenham’s Rhetorical Devices for the Hip-Hop Generation

Anaphora, or the figure of Report:

Repetition in the first degree we call the figure of Report according to the Greek original, and is when we make one word begin, and as they are want to say, lead the dance to many verses in suit, as thus:

Tired of running,
  Tired of hunting…”

How many sins? I’m running out,
  How many sins? I lost count…”

  Kendrick Lamar – Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst


Antistrophe, or the Counter-Turn:

You have another sort of repetition quite contrary to the former when you make one word finish many verse in suit, and that which is harder, to finish many clauses in the middle of your verses or rhymes.

“Man f*ck them n*ggas I come home and I don’t tell nobody
  They gettin’ temporary dough and I don’t tell
nobody
  Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won’t tell
nobody
  I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won’t tell
nobody

  J.Cole – G.O.M.D.


Symploche, or the figure of Reply:

Take the two former figure and out them into one, and it is that which the Greeks called symploche, the Latins complexio, or conduplicato, and is a manner of repetition, when one and the same word begin and end many verses in suit and So wrap up both the former figures in one.

“Ya mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
  Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
  With twenty two burritos…”

“Ya mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
  We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy’s…”

  The Pharcyde – Ya Mama

[Not quite a perfect example, but the figure of Report and then reply is clear in the question-answer joke format repeated throughout the song.]


Anadiplosis, or the Redouble:

You have another sort of repetition when with the word by which you finish a line, you begin the next line with the same, as thus:

“Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light,
  Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock”

  Outkast (Andre 3k) – Elevators (Me and You)


Epanalepsis, or the Echo sound, otherwise, the slow return:

You have another sort repetition, when you make one word both begin and end your line.

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture

  2Pac – 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted

Or,

Everything is everything

  Lauryn Hill – Everything is Everything


Epizeuxis, or the Underlay, or Coockoo-spell:

You have another sort of repetition when in one line or clause of a line, you iterate one word without any intermission, as thus:

“Keep your glory, gold and glitter,
  For half, half his n*ggas’ll take him out the picture”

  Madvillain – Accordion


Ploche, or the Doubler:

Yet have you one sort of repetition, which we call the doubler, and is as the next before, a speedy iteration of one word, but with some little intermission by inserting one or two words between.

“No question; Jay-Z got too many answers,
  I been around this block too many times,
  Rocked too many rhymes, cocked too many nines”

  Jay-Z – 22 Two’s

Or,

“If Faye have twins she’d probably have two Pacs
  Get it?... Tu-Pac’s

  Jay-Z ft The Notorious B.I.G. – Brooklyn’s Finest


Prosnomasia, or the Nicknamer

You have a figure by which you play with a couple of words or names much resembling, and because the one seems to answer the other by manner of illusion, and does, as it were, ‘nick’ him, I call it the Nicknamer.

“I destroy average rappers, it’s just practice”

  Joey Badass – Five Fingers of Death (Freestyle)


Traductio, or the Translator:

Then you have a figure which the Latin’s called Traductio, and I the translator, which is when you turn and translate a word into many sundry shapes like the tailor does to their garment, and after that do play with in your verse, as such:

“Harlem Shake? Nah, I’m in Harlem shaking awake,
  Shaking to bake, shaking the jakes,
  Kill you, shoot up your funeral and Harlem Shake at your wake”

  Cam’Ron – Down and Out


Antipophora, or the Figure of Response:

You have a figurative speech which the Greeks call Antipophora, I name it the Response, and it is when we will seem to ask a question to the intent that we will answer it ourselves, and is a figure of argument and also of amplification. Of argument, because proposing such matter as our adversary might object and then to answer it ourselves, we do unfurnish and prevent our adversary of such help as they would otherwise have formed for themselves. Then because such objection and answer spend much language it serves as well to amplify and enlarge our tale.

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
  I have, I’ve been protested and demonstrated against,
  Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times,
  Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin’ kid that’s behind
  All this commotion…”

  Eminem – Cleanin’ Out My Closet


Synteiosis, or the Cross-Coupling:

You have another figure called the Cross-couple, because it takes two contrasting words, and ties them together as it were in a pair of couples, and so makes them agree like good fellows.

Bought a nightmare, sold a dream

  Danny Brown – Rolling Stone

Or,

“Imagine life at its full peak,
  Then imagine lying dead in the arms of your enemy”

  Scarface – I Seen A Man Die


Atanaclasis, or the Rebound:

You have another figure which by its nature we may call the rebound, alluding to the tennis ball which being hit with the racket rebounds back again, and where the last figure before played with two words somewhat alike, this plays with one word written all alike but carrying different senses.

“Got more sole than a sock with a hole”
  Madvillain – Rhinestone Cowboy

Or,

“Mad h*es, ask Beavis, I get nothing but head!’”
  Big L – ’98 Freestyle

Clymax, or the Marching Figure:

You have the marching figure for after the first step all the rest proceeds by double the space, and so in our speech one word proceeds double to the first that was spoken, and goes as it were by strides or paces.

“Cause if you told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys
  And once ya Mama got it it was all on the wire,
  And when the word got back they set yo ass on fire”

  Scarface – On My Block

This is not quite the right example, but the sense of a marching/climbing progression in the storytelling is clear in the movement of the message through Face’s neighbourhood. If we were to follow Puttenham’s directions exactly, it would read something like this:

“Cause if you told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys,
  And once Gladys told ya Mama it was all on the wire,
  And when the word got back ya Mama set yo ass on fire”


Antimetauole, or the Counterchange:

You have a figure which takes a couple of words to play with in a verse, and by making them change and shift one into other places they very prettily exchange and shift the meaning.

“We used to fight for building blocks,
  Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing”

  Jay-Z – D’evils


Insultatio, or the Disdainful:

You have another figure when, with proud and insolent words, we do upbraid a man, or ride him as we term it.

“That’s why I f*cked your b*tch you fat motherf*cker”

  2Pac – Hit ‘Em Up

Or,

“Yella boy’s on your team so you’re losing
  Ay yo Dre, stick to producing”

  Ice Cube – No Vaseline


Antitheton, or the Encounter:

You have another figure very pleasant and fit for amplification, which to answer the Greek term, we may call the encounter, but following the Latin name by reason of a contentious nature, we may call it the quarreller, for so be all such persons as delight in taking the contrary party of whatsoever shall be spoken.

B*tch I wanna party like Chris Farley
  Shot of Hennessy spike that with some molly
  Tell mommy I’m sorry, God bless my soul
  But life is so sublime going out like Brad Nowell
  I got that Kurt Cobain type of mind frame”

  Danny Brown – Die Like A Rockstar


Erotema, or the Questioner:

There is a kind of figurative speech when we ask many questions and look for no answers, speaking indeed by interrogation, which we might as well say by affirmation.

“First of all who’s you’re A & R? A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?

  GZA – Protect Ya Neck

Or,

“If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?

  Rakim – As The Rhyme Goes On


Ecphonisis, or the Outcry:

The figure of exclamation, I call it the outcry because it utters our mind by all such words as do show any extreme passion, whether it be by way of exclamation or crying out, admiration or wondering, cursing, taking God and the world to witness, or anything like a declaration of an impotent affection.

“Then I pause… And ask God why
  Did he put me on this Earth just so I could die
  I sit back and build on all the things I did wrong
  Why I’m still breathin’ and all my friends gone
  I try not to dwell on this subject for a while
  Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle
  But my heart pumps foul blood through my arteries
  And I can’t turn back it’s a part of me
  Too late for crying I’m a grown man strugglin’
  To reach the next level of life without fumblin’
  Down to foldin’ I got no shoulder to lean on but my own
  All alone in this danger zone”

  Mobb Deep (Prodigy) – Up North Trip


Brachiologa, or the Cutted Comma:

We use sometimes to proceed all by single word, without any close or coupling, saving that a little pause or comma is given to every word. This figure for pleasure may be called in our vulgar the cutter comma, for that there cannot be a shorter division then at every words end. The Greeks in their language call it short language, as thus:

“Stop being rapper racists, region-haters
  Spectators, dictators, behind door dick-takers”

  Lil Wayne – Shooter

If this loose language be used, not in single words, but in long clauses, it is called Asindenton, and in both cases we utter in that fashion, when either we be earnest, or would seem to make haste.


Parison or the figure of Even:

You have another figure which we may call the figure of even, because it goes by clauses of equal quantity, and not very long, but yet not so short as the cutted comma: and they give good grace to a song.

“Scientific, my hand kissed it,
  Robotic let’s think optimistic,
  You probably missed it,
  Watch me Dolly Dick it

  Ghostface Killah – Nutmeg


Sinonimia, or the Figure of Store:

When so ever we multiply our speech by many words or clauses of one sense, the Greeks called it Sinonimia, as who would say like or consenting names: the Latins having no fit term to give it, called it by a name of event, for (said they) many words of one nature and sense, one of them do expound another. And therefore they called this figure the Interpreter, I for my part had rather call it the figure of Store, because plenty of one manner of thing in our language we call the Interpreter.

“Well I shall take 1000 razor blades and press them in the flesh
  Take my pitchfork out the fire soak it in their chest
  Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue
  And send what’s left back to yo mammy
  Cause that bitch might miss you
  But first, I want to slowly pull off all your skin
  Get grease and boil it, hot pour it on you and and your dead friend
  I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
  I am so naughty because I am moderately in to photography
  Following through the autopsy
  But man, f*ck it, pour some acid on them too”

  Three Six Mafia (Lord Infamous) – Live By Yo Rep (Bone Diss)

In the red – instruments of torture – and the blue – images of the body/bodies – we have words belonging to one effect in each, allowed to us by the figure of store.


Metanoia, or the Penitent:

Other times we speak and be sorry for it, as if we had not well spoken, so that we seem to call in our word again, and to put in another fitter for the purpose: for which respects the Greeks called this manner of speech the figure of repentance: then for that upon repentance commonly follows amendment, the Latins called it the figure of correction, in that the speaker appears to reform that which was said amiss.

I hope we feel like this forever
  Forever, forever ever, forever ever?
  Forever never seems that long until you’re grown

  OutKast (Andre 3k) – Ms. Jackson


Antenagoge, or the Recompenser:

We have another manner of speech much like the repentant, but does not as the same recant or unsay a word that has been said before, putting another fitting in its place, but having spoken any thing to deprave the matter or party, we deny it not, but as it were help it again by another more favourable speech and so seem to make amends, for which it is called by the original name in both languages, the Recompencer.

You don’t wanna be my age and can’t read and write,
  Begging different women for a place to sleep at night,
  Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish

  Nas – I Can


Epithonema, or the Surclose:

Our MC in their song, will often use an Epigram to close a verse or two, spoken in such sort, as it may seem a manner of allowance to all the premises, and that which a joyful approbation, which the Latins call Acclamatio, we therefore call the figure the surclose or consenting close.

“I’m trying to right my wrongs,
  But it’s funny them same wrongs helped me write this song.”

  Kanye West – Touch the Sky


Auxesis, or the Advancer:

It happens many times that to urge and enforce the matter we speak of, we go still mounting by degrees and increasing our speech with words or with sentences of more weight one then another, and is a figure of both great efficacy and ornament.

“Yeah, I’ll f*ckin,
  Yeah, I’ll f*ckin lay your n*ts on a f*ckin dresser,
  Just your n*ts layin on a f*ckin dresser,

  I’ll f*ckin pull your tongue out your f*ckin mouth
  And stab the sh*t with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!

  I’ll f*ckin hang you by your f*ckin d*ck
  Off a f*ckin twelve story building out this motherf*cker

  I’ll f*ckin
  I’ll f*ckin
  Sew your assh*le closed, and keep feedin you
  And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you”

  Wu-Tang Clan – Method Man


Meiosis, or the Disabler:

After the advancer follows the abaser working by words and sentences of extenuation or diminution. Whereupon we call it the disabler or figure of extenuation: and this extenuation is used to diverse purposes, sometimes for modesties sake, and to avoid the opinion of arrogance.

“Where was the influence you speak of?
  You preached in front of 100,000, but never reached her,
  I f*ckin tell you, you f*ckin failure - you ain’t no leader
  I never liked you, forever despise you – I don’t need you!”

  Kendrick Lamar – U


It may also be done for spite to bring our adversaries in contempt.

“You a fan, a phony, a fake, a p*ssy, a Stan”

  Nas - Ether

We also use this kind of extenuation when we take in hand to comfort or cheer any perilous enterprise, making a great matter seem small, and of little difficulty. We use it again to excuse a fault, and to make an offence seem less than it is, by giving a term more favourable and of less vehemence than the truth requires, as to say of a great robbery, that it was but a small matter.


Merismus, or the Distributer:

You have a figure for orators or eloquent persuaders, when we may conveniently utter a matter in one entire speech or proportion and will rather do it piecemeal and by distribution of every part for amplifications sake.

“Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
  I don’t know but today seems kinda odd
  No barking from the dogs, no smog
  And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
  I got my grub on, but didn’t pig out
  Finally got a call from a girl I want to dig out
  Hooked it up on later as I hit the do’
  Thinking will I live another twenty fo’
  I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
  And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
  Had to stop at a red light
  Looking in my mirror not a hacker in sight
  And everything is alright
  I got a beep from Kim and she can f*ck all night
  Called up the homies and I’m asking y’all
  Which park are y’all playing basketball?
  Get me on the court and I’m trouble
  Last week f*cked around a caught a triple-double
  Freaking brothers every way like M.J.
  I can’t believe, today was a good day.”

  Ice Cube – It was a Good Day

On Ice Cube’s classic hit song ‘It was a Good Day’, each verse ends with the line, ‘it was a good day’, and is preceded by a verse detailing why. This figure of Merismus serves for amplification, and also for ornament, and to enforce persuasion mightily. For although the message of the song would have been the same with just the ending line, it is the preceding verses that truly define it.


Epimone, or the Love-Burden:

The Greek poets who made musical ditties to be sung to the lute or harp, did used to link their stanzas together with one verse running throughout the whole song by equal distance. They called such linking verse Epimone, and we may term it the Love-burden, following the original, or if it please you, the long repeat: in one respect because that one verse alone bares the whole burden of the song according to the original: in another respect, for that it comes by large distance to be often repeated.

In hip-hop we can consider the love-burden to have been replaced by the hook, a repeated chorus that ties the themes of the song together. Consider this from Mos Def:

I start to think, and then I sink
  Into the paper, like I was ink
  When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines
  I escape, when I finish the rhyme”

 Mos Def – Love

The hook ties together the central theme of the song, Mos’ love for MCing/hip-hop, through the physical connection he has to the act of writing. Each verse explores this theme in a slightly different way, and the return to the hook allows the listener to reflect on how said hook and the verses interact.


Paradoxon, or the Wonderer:

Any times our MC is carried by some occasion to report of a thing that is marvellous, and then they seem not to speak it simply, but with some sign of admiration.

“I wonder if I’ll ever discover a passion like you and recover”

  Kendrick Lamar – Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst


Aporia, or the Doubtful:

Not much unlike the wonderer have you another figure called the doubtful, because oftentimes we will seem to cast perils, and make doubt or things when by a plain manner of speech we might affirm or deny it.

“When a dude's getting bullied and shoots up his school
  And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
  Where were the parents at?”

  Eminem – The Way I Am


Epitropsis, or the figure of Reference:

This manner of speech is used when we will not seem, either for manner sake or to avoid tediousness, to trouble the judge or hearer with all that we could say, but having said enough already, we refer the rest to their consideration.

“The South got something to say, and that’s all I got to say.”

  Andre 3k – 1995 Source Awards


Parisia, or the Licentious:

The fine and subtle persuader when their intent is to sting their adversary, or else to declare their mind in broad and liberal speeches, which might breed offence or scandal, they will seem to bespeak pardon beforehand, whereby their licentiousness may be the better born with all.

 “I'm usually homeboys with the same n*ggas I'm rhymin' with
   But this is hip-hop, and them n*ggas should know what time it is
   And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale
   Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake
   Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller,
   I got love for you all, but I’m tryna murder you n*ggas”

   Big Sean ft Kendrick Lamar – Control


Anachinosis, or the Impartener:

Not much unlike to the figure of reference, there is another with some little diversity which we call the impartener, because many times in pleading and persuading we think it a very good policy to acquaint our judge or hearer or adversary with some part of our counsel and advice, and to ask their opinion, as who would say they could not otherwise think of the matter as we do.

 “If you had 24 hours to live just think
  Where would you go?
  What would you do?
  Who would you screw?
  And who would you wanna notify?
  Or would your ass deny that your ass about to die?”

  Mase ft Puff Daddy – 24 Hrs. To Live


Paramologia, or the figure of Admittance:

The good orator uses a manner of speech in their persuasion and is when all that should seem to make against them being spoken by the other side, they will first admit it, and in the end avoid all for their better advantage. When the matter is so plain that it cannot be denied or traversed, it is good that it be justified by confession and avoidance.

“Why are men so weak?
   I ain’t got the answer”

  Akala – A Message


Dichologia, or the figure of Excuse:

Sometimes our error is so manifest, or we be so hardly pressed with our adversaries, as we cannot deny the fault laid unto our charge: in which case it is good policy to excuse it by some allowable pretext.

“I'm sorry Grandmama for mistakes I have made
  When I aired family business, how you put me in my place
  Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face
  Cuz I can't do enough, you a symbol of God's grace
  So I place you in the flower bed, porcelain shower heads
  Throughout the house and keep the youngin's mouthes fed
  And when I'm gone, I hope it is said
  I gave structure to the youth by the example I lead..huh”

  Clipse (Malice) – Momma, I’m So Sorry


Commoratio, or the figure of Abode:

It is said by manner of a proverbial speech that they who find themselves well should not wag, even so the persuader finding a substantial point in their matter to serve their purpose, should dwell upon that point longer then upon any other less assured, and use all endeavour to maintain that one, and as it were to make their chief abode thereupon, for which cause I name it the figure of abode.

We might consider a number of rap diss tracks to make use of the figure of abode, taking aim, or rather, perching upon a particular place, to frame an entire track around. Everyone has their personal favourites, and many have made the list already.


Metastasis, or the Flitting figure, or the Remove:

Now as art and good policy in persuasion bids us to abide and not to stir from the point of our most advantage, but the same to enforce and tarry upon with a possible argument, so does discretion will us sometimes to flit from one matter to another, as a thing meet to be forsaken, and another entered upon, I call it therefore the flitting figure, or figure of remove, like as the other before was called the figure of abode.

“Once joined a rap clique – Midgets into Crunk”

  MF DOOM – El Chupa Nibre

In the wider context of this song, this essentially throwaway line would lead to a painful beef with MF Grimm and the Monsta Island Czars. In perhaps even more impressive fashion, Biggie’s ‘Kick in the Door’ is an entire rap diss that does not name drop one single rival artist – truly a phenomenal example of the art of discretion.


Expeditio, or the Speedy Dispatcher:

Occasion offers many times that our maker as an orator, or persuader, or pleaser should go roundly to work, and as they are want to say not stand all day trifling to no purpose, but to rid it out of the way quickly. This is done by a manner of speech, both figurative and argumentative, when we do briefly set down all our best reasons serving the purpose and reject all of them saving one, which we accept to satisfy the cause.

A wise man told me don't argue with fools
  Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
  So stop with that childish sh*t, n*gga I'm grown
  Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
  Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
  I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
  Please, not Jay, he's not for play
  I don't slack a minute, all that thug rapping and gimmicks
  I will end it, all that yapping be finished
  You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep
  Don't make me expose to them folks that don't know you
  N*gga I know you well, all the stolen jewels
  Twinkle toes you breaking my heart
  You can't f*ck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
  And all you other cats throwing shots at Jigga
  You only get half a bar, f*ck y'all n*ggas”

  Jay-Z - Takeover


Gnome, or the Director/Sententia, or the Sage Sayer:

In weighty causes and for great purposes, wise persuaders use grave and weighty speeches, especially in matters of advice or counsel, for which purpose there is a manner of speech to allege texts or authorities of witty sentence, such as moral doctrine and teach wisdom and good behaviour, by the Greek original we call it the Director, by the Latin it is called sententia; we may call it the sage sayer, thus.

“Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
  I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
  I give a holla to my sisters on welfare
  2Pac cares, if don't nobody else care
  And, I know they like to beat you down a lot
  When you come around the block, brothers clown a lot
  But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
  Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep your head up
  And when he tells you you ain't nothin', don't believe him
  And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him
  Cause sister, you don't need him
  And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em
  You know what makes me unhappy
  When brothers make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
  And since we all came from a woman
  Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
  I wonder why we take from our women
  Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
  I think it's time to kill for our women
  Time to heal our women, be real to our women
  And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
  That will hate the ladies that make the babies
  And since a man can't make one
  He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
  So will the real men get up
  I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up”

  2Pac – Keep Ya Head Up


Sinathrismus, or the Heaping Figure:

Art and good policy moves us many times to be earnest in our speech, and then we lay on such load and so go to it by heaps as if we would win the game by multitude of words and speeches, not all of one but of diverse matters and sense, for which cause the Latins called it congeries and we the heaping figure.

“It's a common market and it's so much competition
  But to me,
competition is none
  To my
comp I'm a ton I get amped like Watts in a riot
  My
compact disc is a commodity, so buy it
  Instead of
competing with Pete
 
Com compromised, Com made a promise
  Not to
commercialize, but compound the soul
  With other elements,
compelling sense into Communism”

  Common – Communism


Apostrophe, or the Turn Tale:
Many times when we have run a long race in our tale spoken to the hearers, we do suddenly fly out and either speak or exclaim at some other person or thing, and therefore the Greeks call such figure (as we do) the turn away or turn tale, and breed by such exchange a certain reaction to the hearers minds.

Then he made his move to an abandoned building
  Ran up the stairs up to the top floor

 
Opened up the door there, guess who he saw?
  Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope
  Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap
  He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
  The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun
  He went outside but there was cops all over
  Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova
  Raced up the block doing 83
  Crashed into a tree near university
  Escaped alive though the car was battered
  Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered

  Slick Rick – Children’s Story


Hypotiposis, or the Counterfeit Representation:

The matter and occasion leads us many times to describe and set forth things, in such sort as it should appear they were truly before our eyes though they were not present, which to do it requires cunning: for nothing can be kindly counterfeit or represented in their absence, but by great discretion in the doer. And if the things we covet to describe be not natural or not veritable, then yet the same task more cunning to do it, because to fain a thing that never was nor is like to be, proceeds of a greater wit and sharper intention than to describe things that be true.

“Claiming New York was ancient Babylon
  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron”

  Raekwon – Knowledge God


Prosopographia, or the Counterfeit Countenance:

And these be things that a poet or maker is want to describe sometimes as true or natural, and sometimes to fain as artificial and not true. The visage, speech and countenance of any person absent or dead: and this kind of representation is called the Counterfeit Countenance.

“Yo, in she came with the same type game
  The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name
  Big fame, she like cats with big thangs
  Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
  I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once
  Ass so fat that you could see it from the front
  She spot me like paparazzi; shot me a glance
  in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, Hot damn!
  What's your name love, where you came from?
  Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up
  The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
  Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?”

  Mos Def – Ms. Fat Booty


Prosopopeia, or the Counterfeit in Personation:

But if you will fain any person with such features, qualities and conditions, or if you will attribute any human quality, as reason or speech to dumb creatures or other insensible things, and do study (as one may say) to give them a humane person, it is not prosopographia, but prosopopeia, because it is by way of fiction.

“I used to be in love with this b*tch named E&J
  Don't f*ck with her no more now I f*ck with Tanqueray
  Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
  Last name was English and the first name Olde
  But Gold couldn't take the d*ck it made me lazy
  We split apart and now I met this new trick Dainy
  Now me and Dainy, we been together ever since”

  Mobb Deep – Drink Away the Pain (Situations)


Cronographia, or the Counterfeit Time:

So if we describe the time or season of the year, as winter, summer, harvest, day, midnight, noon, evening, or such like: we call such description the counterfeit time. Cronographia examples are everywhere to be found.

“And think of the summers of the past
  Adjust the bass and let the Alpine blast
  Pop in my CD let me run a rhyme
  Put your car on cruise and lay back because it’s summertime”

  DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Price – Summertime


Topographia, or the Counterfeit Place:

And if this description be of any true place, city, Castle, hill, valley or sea, and such like: we call it the Counterfeit place topographia, or if you fain places untrue, as heaven, hell, paradise, the house of fame, the palace of the sun, the den of sheep, and such like.

“Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
  Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
  Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook drippin' peppermint Schnapps,   with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
  Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
  Little LaTasha sho' grown tell the lady in the liquor that she's forgiven, so come home
  Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
  When Miles Davis cuttin' lose with the band
  Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
  That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
  Picture a place that they exist, together
  There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
  So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
  Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion”

  Nas ft 2Pac – Thugz Mansion


Pragmatographia, or the Counterfeit action:

But if this description be made to represent the handling of any business with the circumstances belonging thereunto as the manner of a battle, a feast, a marriage, a burial or any other matter that hath in feat and activity: we call it then the Counterfeit action.


“(Prince Markie D): $3.99 for all you can eat?
  Well, I'm a stuff my face to a funki beat!
  (Kool Rock Ski): We're gonna walk inside, and guess what's up:
  Put some food in my plate, and some Coke in my cup
  (Prince Markie D): Give me some chicken, franks, and fries
  And you can pass me a lettuce. I'm a pass it by
  (Kool Rock Ski): So keep shoveling, (Ha!) onto my plate
  Give me some sweets and lots of cake
  (Prince Markie D): Give me some hot Macaroni and Cheese!
  (Human Beat Box): Give me, some more food PLEASE!!!!
  (Kool Rock Ski): Give me some buloni, salami, and ham
  Toast with butter and strawberry jam
  (Prince Markie D): I love it whether the food is cold or hot
  Put a burger on the plate, and it'll hit the spot
  (Kool Rock Ski): We'll eat everything. An incredible feat
  $3.99 for all you can eat!”

  The Fat Boys – All You Can Eat


Omiosis, or Resemblance:

As well to a good maker and MC as to an excellent persuader in prose, the figure of Similitude is very necessary by which we not only beautify our tale, but also very much enforce and enlarge it. I say enforce because no one thing more prevails with all ordinary judgements than persuasion by similitude. Now because there are sundry sorts of them, which also do work after diverse fashions in the hearers of conceits, I will set them forth by a triple division, exempting the general Similitude as their common ancestor, and I will call that by the name of Resemblance without any addition, from which I derive three other sorts: and give every one their particular name, as Resemblance by portrait or imagery, which the Greeks call Icon, Resemblance moral or mystical, which they call Parabola, and Resemblance by example, which they call Paradigma. First we will speak of the general resemblance, or bare similitude, which may be thus spoken.

“Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare...
  I'm sweet 
like licorice, dangerous like syphilis.”

  The Fugees (Lauryn Hill) – How Many Mics?

Or,

"My rhymes are like shot clocks, interstate cops and blood clots,
  My point is your flow gets stopped."

  Black Star (Talib Kweli) – Hater Players

Or,

"Throwing out the wicked like God did the devil,
  Funky 
like your grandpa's drawers, don't test me,
  We’re in
like that, you're dead like Presley."

  A Tribe Called Quest (Q-Tip) – Steve Biko


Icon, or Resemblance by imagery:

But when we liken a human person to another in countenance, stature, speech or other quality, it is not called bare resemblance, but resemblance by imagery or portrait, alluding to the painters term, who yields to the eye a visible representation of the thing they describe and paints in their table.

“Street life, got a n*gga hard nose
 
Feeling like 2Pac, Lord knows”

  Big Pokey – Raise Em Up


And this manner of Resemblance is not only performed by likening lively creatures one to another, but also of any other natural thing bearing a proportion of similitude, as to liken yellow to gold, white to silver, red to the rose, soft to silk, hard to the stone and such like.

“ I flow like the blood on a murder scene”

  GZA – Liquid Swords


Parabola, or Resemblance Mystical:

But when so ever by your similitude you will seem to teach any morality or good lesson by speeches mystical and dark, or far set, under a sense metaphorical applying one natural thing to another, or one case to another, inferring by them a like consequence in other cases the Greeks call it Parabola, which term is also by custom accepted of us: nevertheless we may call it in English the Resemblance mystical. They may be false as well as true: as those fables of Aesop, and other apologies invent3 for doctrine sake by wise and grave persons.

“And this is the way I have to end this story
  He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream
  The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream
  This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh
  Just another case 'bout the wrong path,
  Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul gets cast”

  Slick Rick – Children’s Story


Paradigma, or a resemblance by example:

Finally, if in matter of counsel or persuasion we will seem to liken one case to another, such as pass ordinarily in one’s affairs, and do compare the past with the present, gathering probability of like success to come in the things we have presently in hand: or if you will draw the judgements precedent and authorised by antiquity as veritable, and peradventure fained and imagined for some purpose, into Similitude or dissimilitude with our present actions and affairs, it is called Resemblance by example.

“Ayo
  I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint
  Hoodied up blood in my eye , I let two fly
  Like f**k it (2 gunshots)”




[1] All definitions and quotes are taken from the ‘Third Book of Ornament’, Chapter XIX, pg. 141-180, The Arte of English Poesie, George Puttenham (1859)
[2] https://youtu.be/VaSfaO2Ef5E
[3] https://mediadiversified.org/2017/10/09/byron-was-a-poet-jay-z-cant-be-academias-marginalisation-of-black-art/