Sunday, December 4, 2011

Happy Birthday Jigga.

Excuse me while I get all personal and shit…

One thing you know about me, if you know me, is that I love me some Jay-z. Yes, that was a mock of Beyonce. I have all 15 albums (collabs included) by Jay, some of ‘em I got double copies - hardcopy and digital. Just because I admire his talent.

My mother is a big Jay-Z fan. Son, when I was younger I remember my Mom driving around Brooklyn, always had to go to Marcy projects. I used to be like “Ma. Jay-z is not gonna be in no damn projects.” Even to this day she still love him, talking about “You know Sean Carter is your real father.”

Like knowing all Mary J. Blige songs, I grew up reciting Jay-Z’s lyrics. Not bias, I listened to Nas too, due to my father. Guess you could say I got the best of both worlds with my parents. Understanding the power of music, beat, and rhyme I fell in love with hip-hop. I did my senior class AP English project on “The Elements of Hip-hop”.

So now that I’m an adult, I have a deeper notion of content. I listen to music on different levels, for different reasons. And when it comes to Jay? I do that music head nod to whatever it is. His lyrical flow is so nasty. I feel like Jay-Z being ‘featured’ on any track is going to uplift whatever record he’s on, no question. The way he twists and contorts words is something that I feel like no other artist has been able to do - it’s authentic. That’s what I appreciate about his work.

For Jay-Z to be 40+years old, still producing record selling albums, with sold out tours, and signing the hottest new artist(s) in the business right now undeniably speaks for itself. I need not say anymore about him having “the hottest chick in the game” at his side. What more can I say?

Happy Birthday Jigga.

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