On Dilla, Hiphop and The Charleston . . .

Man, it’s been so long that Yeezy has been Pop, I forgot he used to be a Backpacker.

I guess it’s a done deal with Jigga at this point.

Niggas in Paris.

What about these folks who resting on their Laryns, I mean, Laurels.

Really, D’? C’mon, Niggas!

Y’all shit ain’t That precious. Do another album already.

Stevie, and Marvin and ’em were prolific.

They didn’t care if they made a “bad” album.

That’s one thing I really respect about Nas. He’s records through all his shit.

What happened to Hiphop? Where’s The Vibe? Where’s The Swing.

Where’s That Bounce? Syncopation.

Dilla. This is what all the cats sleep on with Dilla.

They got the flam, but missed the feel.

That shuffle feel. That triplet feel. That shit on the upbeats.

That hot shit. The Hop in Hiphop. The Charleston.

The Charleston Hop. That beat on Da Booty ain’t nothin’ but a Charleston. syncopated spirit of Ragtime lives through classic Hiphop.

These Niggas today need to get with this. They ain’t got no feel.

This shit don’t mean Jack without the feel.

That’s that ish that get a Nigga who think he too cool to dance to carry his ass out on the floor.

#BAM

– Nicholas Payton aka The Creator of #BAM

aka The Savior of Archaic Pop

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