Times of the Trans-Real they be,
Crimes of trans-action, trans-gression the packaged progression
This ol’ Brown of the Black, the supreme sunbow,
arrowed sixteen shades of Original
Left in the stupor of our own coopted creativity
Reach the fall of night
A righteous day means I’m more the niggery villin
Laying down, a hymn for P!:
…LORD JESUS PRICE
YOU HAD RHYMED FOR US…
Rim and P of Da Villins, are the apprentices of Sean Price (Remembered In Perfection), are of the greatest kind. They have all the technical skills, songwriting capabilities and natural Medina showmanship expected. Yet, it is refreshingly distinct from what P! was doing. Sean P was and will be the ultimate star of this decade I see as the #InvisibleRenaissance, where so many amazing achievements reveal the depth of the genre and are nearly completed clouded by the #RespectFAKE times so lauded. Sean P had a surprising depth for those that understand the sharpness of his humor. Rim and P, just as anyone else that has ever MC’d don’t attack the mic this way. However, they have much of this mastery of ninja-flowed contradiction over the hypocrisies thrust at us as P.
Worlds made, grafted paid, tomorrow’s niggas already afraid
Who you fuck? Ass activism
Who gets fucked? All past dogmatism
Oppression now’s a cry for more privilege
Revolution is an app, downloaded by horny undecidables
Cling to ol’ Bian Xing holding barred beads,
Today’s math, principles prepped in plus lessons
A sutra to an uncommon man commences:
NOW THOU ONE WITH US
WHERE RIGHT IS LOST AND SOLD IS SIN
The natural gifts that envelope the ever developing skill sets from Da Villins, is a non-didacticism in their lyrical themes of ethics and righteous pursuits amidst the daily hells. Nigga, they ain’t preaching but still reaching but with none of the diluted woke that soothe crackas. Their vocals breakdance in the pocket involving extreme internal rhyming, little word spacing and a well kept clarity. So when P rhymes he can easily dive right into the end of the intro drumroll “fluoride flows kept my four, five clothes on my toes pardon those who don’t support my goals…” It only amplifies choices as the movie sampled bridge into a beat flip freeing Rim to exhibit cleverness on cop dealings, “…them search through/ so tuck it in like a shirt with church shoes/they itch for a twitch so chill with the sudden moves…” that turns poignant, “…imagine if you grew where the struggle bloom and being ghetto a virtue…” (“Signing Off”).
The tempos are expertly lazied down on “How High” or exuberantly amplified ason “Being an MC.” The latter is an example of their subtely progressive approach to themes as the trials of being a Black man that MC’s is more the story as opposed to just basic battle bars. The welcome decision that leaves Cashmere an extremely dense nine tracks. The title track is an flashy display of their flows as is “Llamas.” All technically setting us up for the depth that comes in “Stay Focused,” where P, again, dives in off the first drumroll again, “Most beautiful suitable for a God/I do the due diligence/what they pitching is a facade/the rumors confuse the collage…” leading an anthem charged by verbal dexterity. “Stay focused/keep ya head up/bread up/don’t let it get ya/bless up beyond measure/treasures by the plethora…” they chorus, internally rhyming in a way where the last and first words of the bar will rhyme and/or the syllable arranging is nearly in exact rhyme. The peak of their prowess here is “Nia” because their control is tempered so deliberately they can highlight metaphor calmly without over-inflecting the incredible wordplay. Rim builds, “she give me volume so I speak-her/we all slaves to the trade but I over-see-her/I wish I could roll and bake her like Anita/I need a Nia…”
We, Herculean children, in beds of breaks for sleep, just above its cousin
Where the giddiness of gentrifiers looming palpitates hearts
Making the springs in the mattress falter and loop trap
Them radio’d mumbles of the pathetic pride a hoping loser
Sight at the rim of P!, healing at the cusp of illness:
BLESSING SOULS THROUGH SONG BINS
MAY WE LAUGH AND BASH EVIL WE SEE
With Cashmere Dice being a half hour vehicle, they are enabled by an incredibly sophisticated blend of live snapping drums, meticulously placed bassline grooves and healthy servings of soul jazz’d musical overtones. “Llamas” keys, cuts and drum break carefully walked through a talking bassline, the piano stabs and joyous tinkering that declare the 1,2 break on the snare splat on “Being an MC,” the floating womps and tambourine crash of “Cashmere Dice,” the funky digital riffs and the thud drums that reboot and skip reset lively on “Cold World” or the guitar rain plucking down on the bassline emoting through a steady backbeat and deliberately overt highhats for “How High” are all expert producing. More than beatmaking, DJ Skizz produces backdrops that have let Da Villins run wildly wonderful.
The EP is the quality prep to the long players by MCs, after the mixtape, Broken Eggz, reveals their raw charisma and gifts. With Cashmere Dice, we have more proof, Sean Price knew and furthered talents as great as his. Ape do build ape.
Let the language of the warrior couple into flying knives,
Sacred Words that move the limbs when blood is lost.
SWords of the #InvisibleRenaissance:
IN OUR OWN REVOLUTION IN PERFECTION, P!
#LOVEandLOYALTY A #LoLife
The organization of these principles around a counterculture, an expressive arts of creation that uplifts the ideas and thoughts of an oppressed people, is why I’m an honored builder amongst legends, knighted by heroes of Medina (Rakim Supreme Shabazz Allah/Rudy Lo, Thirstin Howl the 3rd, Bonz Malone) to further create in my element as a Hip Hop Writer of #ArtOnArt & #ScienceOnMusic. So the world may find love that locks in with the action of loyalty though they may never find another writer with my kind of grammar…
Representing the pillars of:
Peace, Sunez Allah