Young Beast

Last night as I was riding home on my bicycle, I spotted this homemade CD on the ground. For some reason I decided to pick it up, tote it home in my basket, and pop it in the stereo for a little late-night musical discovery. I didn't listen long, but this home recording is only half bad. The beats are elementary and sound like presets from a casio keyboard or background music from a haunted house, but some of the rhymes are actually street poetic. The first track begs the listener to let him (young beast) "get in the door" at which time he claims he will "get at your throats." But a slice of social responsibility creeps in as he instructs others not to talk about murder because we New Orleanians see too much of it on channel 15. In street culture style, he claims his jeans are fresh and his money is long, but I can't help but think of how his words really describe us all, claiming if we get our chance we will shine, that our taste in clothes should impress you, that we are tough enough for life. He even slips in a line about reading your testaments when you're scared, and that his dirty south hands are clean.
I couldn't find a myspace page for this young rapper, so, I guess you will have to wait until you happen upon your own found demo. In true hip hop style, the only way to hear this music is to find it on the street... atleast for now.

Moonlighting Music Critic,
Rebecca