BACK IN THE DAY |11/30/94| Tupac Shakur was shot five times at Quad Studios in New York City.
Made this track over 2 years ago in Canada, my mate Alex on Rhodes. Added a wee bit to it earlier this year…its not coming out so you might as well have it! :)
"Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In 2005 I was seventeen and running up 101
I don’t know where I’m running now, I’m just running on”
"Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive
In 2009 I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
I don’t know when that road turned, into the road I’m on”
Complex Magazine: It sounds like you actually did take it a little personally.
Nipsey Hussle: Yeah. But then I realize I can’t and I step back. That’s why I didn’t speak on y’all when the list first popped up. I just stepped back and said, “That’s y’all right to do that.”…
FREE EDIT TRACK FOR YOU.
Shouts to Willow.
Taste of my next EP for HW&W entitled “SONGS TO BREAK UP TO”.
Out in a few months.
Art by samueljohnsondesign.com
Photo by @KHIERA_NICOLE
When did you think that hip-hop was dying?
It was when the radio that I was listening to started sounding all the same. I was never used to radio sounding like that. That’s when I finally realized that we had no control of the art anymore. We meaning the block. I’m from a time where we determined what was dope on the radio. I was the kid who went to the DJ at the block party like, “Yo. Put that ‘La Di Da Di’ on! Play that Sucka MCs!” I’m the one who told them to play that shit. And if you play that stuff enough, now it’s a jam and then the jam came on the radio. It was never the other way around. The song started on the block and then got to the radio. Now the song starts on the radio and then goes to the block. That was the big transition. Instead of the kid telling what’s dope, the kid was being told what’s dope. That was a big loss for the music. Radio programming is real. You play a song you hate over and over and over and over, you’ll find something you like. All of a sudden that melody will stick. That is the magic of music. That’s what they did on the radio. That’s when I thought it was dying. All of a sudden it was the same theme—I’m rich, you know, I got the flyest shit. And that was the only game that was on the radio. There was no Native Tongue equivalent. There was no conscious rap equivalent. It was nothing, only just that.