The Cup Ain’t Sh–
I want to say that I’ve been alive long enough to know what good, quality rap music is. A lot of the rap music out today is just plain bad. It’s hard to listen to. It’s just not good. Frankly, most of it is garbage.
Recently, rapper Dave Blunts has been a topic of conversation amongst rap heads, both young and old, though not necessarily because of his rap talent. I know that it’s been popular of late to poke fun at this man’s size, how he doesn’t stand up during his concerts, and how he once got on stage while rolling out with an oxygen tank. Yes, Dave Blunts is obese. He could stand to skip a couple meals. Yes, he could mix in a salad every now and again. I know the jokes, but I’m not going to go there. That’s low-hanging fruit and it’s tired. Just not gonna do it. That’s too easy.
As far as I’m seeing and I guess, hearing, Dave Blunts is terrible as a rapper. I don’t know why or when it ever became crucial for artists today to rely on, what I’m going to say sounds a lot like auto-tune to make a record, but there we have Dave Blunts not relying on his natural voice to spit his rhymes. I had intended to delve into his music library, but all it took for me was one complete listen of the song that I posted above for me to give up on that completely. I’ll admit that I couldn’t do it. Maybe I could’ve tried harder, but I chose not to. I didn’t have the highest of hopes when I first heard bits and pieces of this song, but was it wrong of me to expect at least two verses from this song? As far as the one verse in this song, there you go. It’s hardly impressive:
Got kicked out of middle school ’cause of Mr. Garnica
They sent me to East Locust with all of the drug addicts
That’s when I started smoking weed and picking up bad habits
And I love all my niggas, but I promise I’m not a faggot, aye
And these bitch niggas gon’ hate me ’cause I ran it up and got a Patek Philippe
That’s your main bitch toppin’ me, and I busted on her, now I’m going to sleep
Let a nigga try to run down, .357 leave ’em dead in the street
First day out of the hospital, and I’m back to making bitches cum on my meat
Seeing…I mean, hearing, bad music like this makes me long for yesteryear, when artists like Big Punisher (AKA “Big Pun”) were on the mic, doing their thing. Yes, I also miss The Notorious B.I.G., but lately, I’ve been feeling Big Pun again. I was listening to Spotify this past Friday when a song that I had never heard before had come on. The video of this song appears below. Now, while the song features Naughty By Nature, to me, Big Pun steals the show on this track. After all, he’s singing on it, as well as rapping. I love the beat. I don’t mind the content (nor the ladies whose banter introduces the track). All the rappers on the song are using their actual voices and are not relying on auto-tune. This is rap to me. Beats, rhymes, nice flows, and just an overall good time to be had with every listen. I’ve spent much of this weekend listening to this song. Though I’ve just discovered it, I’m already going to dub this one a classic.
It’s a shame that Big Pun died in February 2000 at the way too young age of 28. There’s no telling what other things he could have done, in the music world, and maybe even beyond.
I will tell you this though. Dave Blunts could never hold a candle to anything that Big Pun ever did.
Truth be told, regardless of his weight or how many calories he might consume per meal, Dave Blunts ain’t it.