Uptown New York, early 80s. Way before the infamous crack epidemic and way before hip-hop music became an international craze with all those large baseball cap wearing Scandinavian suburban kids and everything, rap music was about rhyming on a funky beat, played by session musicians or amateur funk bands looking for a gig.
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A photo taken during the old-school era, trying to set a sound
system in a basketball court. |
This song, performed by a rapper called Fly Guy, is a great example of that old-school sound. The rapper's extremely cool and laid-back rapping style is "way ahead of its time" (though that is a rather cliché way to describe something that is different from the standard), and the way he starts off the song by portraying a street junkie has long made me think it was Gil Scott-Heron (R.I.P.) holding the mic. Not to mention the backup band that does a very funky job, not the kinda funky beat that you'd hear on a Puff Daddy song, eh? Or whatever he decided his new name would be.
Click the play button for the "perfect high, perfect high, the perfect high"
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