God bless the Dead: Part 2 – Fat Pat

Up for today is the second installment of the God bless the Dead-series. Today’s feature is H-Town Legend and original Screwed Up Click Member Fat Pat.

2. Fat Pat – All Eyez on the Fat Gangster

You have educated, well spoken gangsters that seem too reasonable to be G and then you got the hyper-sympathic funny Go-to-Guys  like Fat Pat. Born in Houston, on December 4, 1970, Patrick Lamark Hawkins, was an original member of DJ Screw’s Screwed Up Click and Dead End Alliance. But even more so a certified street legend in Houston’s infamous South Park-neighborhood.
Trying to touch on Pat’s legacy is almost impossible to describe with words.
Pat wasn’t most notable for his music, but more for his personality, just being a real street dude, staying real to the game and it’s rules. His grind, his style, his swag – that’s what made him such an important figure for Houston’s diverse scene.

A lot of rumors surround the death of Patrick Hawkins, most of them connected to the drug game – they all proved to be wrong, when DJ Screw shed light on the mystery, when bein‘ interviewed back in 1999.

Pat in fact was killed by a Austin, Texas drug lord named Weasel, being part-time concert promoter. One day Pat and Screw performed in Austin. Weasel video taped the show and sold bootlegs of it on the streets. When Pat confronted him with the claim, he denied it. Pat wasn’t too pleased with that and the two got into a bad argument which was solved without bad results though. Soon after Weasel got robbed and thought Fat Pat was to be blamed for it. To „solve“ the problem, Weasel invited Pat over to his place in Austin, claiming he wanted to pay him for the tapes. Well, things turned out different and Pat got shot by Weasel over the robbery.

And once again a key figure got killed, for keeping it real. For going there without no protection. Like a man. Getting killed for it – within the blink of an eye.

The saddest thing about it all is, that he never saw the big success of his debut-album Ghetto Dreams, as he was killed February 3, 1998. Ghetto Dreams was released March 17, 1998. The album achieved to reach the No. 5-spot on the US Rap-Charts. Moving 20.000 units in it’s first week, eventually reaching sales of 60.000 units. Independently.

Long gone, never forgotten – we mourn him with his own song – we miss our G!

Monday’s Mood: Johnny P – The Next (1998)

Some artists never achieve the success they really deserve. Chicago crooner Johnny P is among them. Remembered by most for his extra terrestrial hook-work on songs such as Do Or Die’s Po‘ Pimp or Scarface’s Smile, featuring the late 2Pac, he is most unknown for his solo-works, which is more than tragic, since it’s, well – awesome!

His sophomore-release (we’ll come to his debut sometime later) is his magnum opus. The Next features slow jams as the contagious Bed Time Story, sporting Jodeci-esque swag and vocal timbre somewhere in between Michael Jackson and fellow Chicagoan R. Kelly or Don’t Deserve It, a self depicting song, full of shame and realization, assisted by Do Or Die-chopper A.K..

But there’s even more than your average compilation of baby making music. There’s hella funk, too!

Munchies For Ya makes you wanna get freaky with, well – basically every girl next to you (better never bump that one next to your wife AND some unknown females). Deep bass groves, hard snare drums and sparse melody let Johnny’s voice take over and the rhythm hit’em – with force!
Talking about force – it’s all over the release, with features by Do Or Die, Scarface and Low Ride, vicious double time flows and smooth player antics are guaranteed. The Next came in a period, when Rap-A-Lot was making a big transition from their classic days with artists like Geto Boys, Seagram, Big Mello, Too Much Trouble and Ganksta NIP, to the shiny era with a more No Limit Records-approach. This is what the album probably suffered from – a lack of promotion and a somewhat unclear identity. RAL had never released an R&B-album before and the mistakes were obvious.

While being hell of a cool song, Take It Like A Playa, featuring sinister Dirty South-beats and explicit raps in corporation with a Mob Style-video, might not’ve been the best way to break a sensitive R&B-vocalist like Johnny P.
That’s where it all goes wrong: the album’s quality is unquestionable. P’s trademark adlibs and superb singing, the state of the art-production and overall-aesthetic – it’s top knotch. But you’re not gonna create a classic record without letting everybody know you DID.

That’s why The Next stays a gem among those that deeply love R&B and/or the Rap-A-Lot-catalogue. Either way – it’s a pick well worth owning and just what one of the album’s song states: Not 4 The Radio!

God bless the dead: Hip Hop’s obsession with Death Part 1: Seagram – Man of Honor

It’s obvious: death is the superior way to stardom for every artist. But there’s no culture that’s as obsessed with death and tragedy as Hip Hop. People love rappers. They love producers and executives. But they worship martyrs. And no matter if they died fighting for their beliefs or not: any Hip Hop casualty turns into instant hero.

Let’s sum up the real tragic deaths Hip Hop had to suffer from, in a series starting with:

 

1. Seagram – Man of Honor

 

Rap has always involved tons of braggadocio on honor, respect and all those values we’ve learned from watching Goodfellas, The Godfather and Scarface. But when the chips are down – most cats simply fold. Seagram Miller didn’t. Seag was signed to Rap-A-Lot Records, back in the days. A label that was known to clown around. But his street cred ran way deeper than that.
His signing to Rap-A-Lot was due to a friendship with Houston-OG Ganksta NIP, who was infatuated with the realness Seagram brought to the table. Not only as a rapper – but as a person. He was one of those guys, nobody would have thought to be as deep in the streets as he was. Member of the 69 Street Villains, an East Oakland gang that was infamous all over town, he’d seen it all. And he displayed it within his raps. And even more: his lifestyle. When he and his comrade Gangsta P where at the Oakland Twomps-area in the early morning hours, on July 31st, 1996, a stranger opened fire on the two. Seag then jumped in the line of fire, protecting his long-time friend from the bullets, being shot numerous times – fatally.

It’s haunting, he got killed in the same Dark Roads he named his first album after. And even more tragic, he set exampled for manhood and honor by living his lyrics. Not by being gangster, but by reflecting the downward spiral of street life and gang affiliation.

Rihanna feat. A$AP Rocky – Cockiness (Like It) (Remix) (AUDIO)

RiRi does Rocky. Or the other way round… Anyway: A$AP Rocky knocks a quick 16 on the remix for Rihanna’s remix of Cockiness (Like It). Song is…kinda aight, I guess. It’s nice to see Rocky jumping on songs by artists like Usher and Rihanna and getting the exposure he deserves, I just hope that won’t effect the grittyness of his upcoming album LongLiveA$AP, slated for a Halloween-release.

Trae feat. Texas All-Stars – I’m from Texas (Video)

Man, everytime Trae seems to fall off, he comes up with something SICK. Remember when he dropped I’m on? Well – he did it again! „I’m from Texas“ features the likes of his cousin Z-Ro, North Side-Representer Slim Thug, Shiny Mouth Paul Wall, Underground King Bun B and Kirko Bangz. And, booooooooooooooooy, what a song this is! Mr. Thompson, hook us up with a lil sum sum, like you did when you dropped Restless, six years ago!

The Dirrrty Thirrrty (Chapter One) – Murder Rap in The Mix

Over here at the tapecrate, we do things differently. This ain’t your average Hip Hop blog. It ain’t your average anything, period. So our mixes ain’t neither. I got me the weirdest DJ I know and told him to mix it up on the „Cookin‘ Up the Crack Murder Rap Shit“ and put together an underground mix one can go ALL OUT to. Well, that’s what „The Dirrrty Thirrrty“ is all about: murder music and ghetto tales mixed in a way your average DJ doesn’t. The 30th of the month marks the day, you can go crunk wit it! Thirrrty Minutes of Crunk! Oh, by the way: that cracker on the cover ain’t Franz. Just some random redneck.