MR MAGIC
Pedro_Norte
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"Supa Rockin" Mr. Magic's Rap Attack Friday, August 18th, 6pm - 7pm on Aircheck Starting in 1979, in post-disco New York City, the Rap Attack was the the first blast of rap radio to ever hit the dial. Paying for his own time-slot to broadcast from WHBI's basement studio on Riverside Drive before moving to WBLS in 1982, Mr. Magic blew up the careers of countless MCs worth their weight in 10K gold chains: Kurtis Blow, Whodini, Biz Markie, Big Daddy Kane, Starski, Afrika Bambaataa, Run DMC, and LL Cool J to name a few. With the Juice Crew in the house and Marley Marl in his "mixing gloves" ready to "wax, buff, and simonize," the Rap Attack was also a blistering battlefield for many rap rivalries: the infamous "bridge wars" between KRS-One and MC Shan, the Real Roxanne vs. Roxanne Shante, Grandmaster Flash vs. Melle Mel, and Kiss FM vs. WBLS ("I'll smack that lipstick off your radio!"). Listen up fly guys and fly girls! This was just archived on WFMU:http://www.wfmu.org/
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SHOCKER!
Ah the good old days.
DAAAMN
That is something I would not mind owning at all!!
I thought this thread was gonna be about
You need to educate yourself.
"Real headz" apparently don't know the deal.
Primo would not approve.
You gotta CRACK IT UP -
You gotta CRACK IT UP -
You gotta put it in the pipe -
You gotta put it in the pipe -
Oh ok thats that Funk Master Wizard Wiz joint you talking about.....I know i have that somewhere.....that cat was like an earlier version of ODB and Flavor Flav....... he also had some even crazier shit on his full lenght LP talking eat shit in bellvue etc etc
Thanx. For years i never knew who the hell it was. I was so surprised when Magic would play this shit.
are you talking about the Be Bop Convetion LP?? If so certainly rare but not the[/b] rarest rap record, there was on on ebay about 2 months ago....
I know what his problem is 'cause i have it too. Hint: it doesnt have anyhting to do with "what you said wrong now".
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=1960239
Mr. Magic (NYC, rap attack wbls) - Legendary radio dj, breaking classic records, put on Marley Marl, spearheaded the juice crew, probably made your favorite rappers favorite rapper want to rap, etc., etc. undeniably more important. this should be obvious to anyone who has more than a passing interest in hip hop.
Mr. Magic (New Haven, stones throw compilation dude) - Marginal local artist who's mostly been recently canonized because he made a few decent records that a few tastemakers latched on to. His appeal is mostly limited to obsessive historians and those who fetishize "raer disco rap" without really caring about the larger picture. (And I guess some New Haven folks too) I mean, I do kinda like his records, but come on now, it's no contest.
of course, i personally prefer
That cut is on the flip to "Crack it Up"... I believe it's called "Bellevue Patient" and on it he describes raping a cop!
Just stop posting. Seriously, dude. You are exactly what's wrong with online discussions of rap.
I hope ya'll don't think I mean that he is more notable or influential than the original one. I also didn't state that his LP is the rarest rap record. Check question marks.
peace.
But you're still wrong. Unless you're a lupe fiasco magic robot type who derives "coolness" from exclusivity.
In which case you'd be double wrong. In lifestyle and opinion.
B-Doctor!
Let's welcome em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Stupid ass nigga
[Chorus: Magic Repeat 2x]
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga [3x]
[Verse 1: Young Bleed]
So many ways to get paid
Better, keep, fake, i.d.
Sure yall don't try me
It's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence
Relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so **** it
I hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
That glock in the Cutlass
Nigga I'm always hustlin
And yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P
With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key
Nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to cock it back and make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up
[Chorus Repeat 2x]
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga [3x]
[Verse 2: Mr. Magic]
I ain't got nuthin but dick for you hoes
I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
I ain't got nuthin to give to no nigga
Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga
I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco
Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a
God damn fool, ignorant muthafucka bout to lose my cool
Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
I'ma fool on them hoes nigga
That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served
Everybody know me probably saw me half-cocked
Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked (Bucked!)
And if we ain't fighting, it's probably cause we too fucked up!
[Chorus Repeat 2x]
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga [3x]
[Boosie Talking]
I do it big
Lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out
Look
[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron (That iron)
Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine
I'ma problem child, I know you heard
I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile!)
And I'll serve ya
See Lil Boosie from that South Side (That South Side!)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel (Cowel!)
I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black nina
I miss my nigga Soulja Slim (Rest In Peace), and that's for real
So in your memory I pop a pill, cock the steel
If you don't like it you could take it to that level
That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'na put two labels on my back and start walking (Start walking!)
And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking
Look, and I thug (I thug), with my thugs (My thugs)
We getting paid from the block to the club
That's what's up nigga
[Chorus Repeat 2x]
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga [3x]
I've been waiting for an excuse to post this:
also i just figured out what that says.
for his career.