PLEASE GHOSTWRITE FOR MY DEMO

I had about six niggas on my payroll
I had a white bitch eatin' out my asshole!

It's de rigeur to hate on SpaceGhostPurrp these days, mainly for his shitty music and personality, but don't act like his YouTube playlists of Memphis rap tapes wasn't lit like Thich Quang Duc. That channel created a new lane for creepy white guys who like Adult Swim, saving the Boneses and Lil Ugly Men of the world the indignity of having to ape Necro in 2010. If Purrp had played his cards right and kept his mouth shut, he could have rode A$AP's Yam to some kind of tastemaker residency at the NYU Institute of Advanced Streetwear or whatever.

What's the next frontier of era mining? I won't be mad if it's Louisiana rap tapes. This early Critical Condition tape ain't a revelation along the lines of "Runnin-N-Gunnin," but I would rather hear a Purrpian rehash of their Rap-A-Lot/Suavehouse rehash than another post-Keef warbler talkin bout the Xans in his YSL fannypack. And their forward-thinking attitude toward buttplay? Callin shots like Nostradanus.

If the rapping sounds especially similar to UGK, it might not be coincidence. Unclear whether they'd hooked up with Pimp & Bun at this point, but 2008 Vibe Noz alleged Bun was writin' they shit on the CC Waterbound LP.

I GOT A POCKET FULL OF PEPPERS!

 

Shouts to CrimeDawgByLaw for the plug on this UGK rarity. If you've ever laid awake at night wondering what Pimp C would sound like doing Red Hot Chili Peppers karaoke, set your sleep mask aflame and fret no more. The Pimp and The Keid have more in common than one might think: both wildmen with sensitive sides, instruments of intense feeling who sought relief in the dull nod of narcotics.

What would Pimp think if he knew artists were deliberately trying to remake the waterlogged muddle of this demo, when home recording has never been easier? Rawness can be approximated, but it can't be be faked, mane. Because UGK didn't make a career of smoking weed and rapping about it, "Weed Weed" is infectious and real in a way Wiz Khalifa ceased to be around the time he looked into the bulb of his bong and saw the handblown glass bars of his own making. Instead it's more like the great weed song of last year, 22nd Letter's "Blunt On Me," which would sound a lot like this if Nef yelled, Chicka chicka dee, do me like a banshee!, and Spaceghostpurrp mixed it inside a clogged toilet. So follow the uplift mofo party plan and smoke somethin, beeeeeyich!