A writer’s ears wisen with age and everything is ugly. Return of the B-Girl, Thank H.E.R. Now and For Everything, Rapsody’s previous strong pure Hip Hop releases are now just original mixtapes. Is this label trickery? Rapsody, a woman that isn’t even suggesting slutiness whether aural or visual but drops an ode to Jay-Z as her inspiration (“Destiny”). That’s the nigga that answers the “Ether” question of “You seem to be only concerned with dissing women. Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?” more and more hypocritically. And ugliness is just my pen’s last filth when Sean P rings hooks in my head cuz I think back when Mac Miller was just Justin Beiber in a very square “Round Table Discussion.” Damn, and all these hippie rappers are fukn corny.
So it’s easy to see the ugly when we looking at our Black sisters. That’s what we Original men been taught. So, word is bond, some of that shit up there said is ugly. But there’s more depth to the Original woman and you have to study the Earth to understand her. This is really a seasoned debut where Rapsody shares herself through her most personal details, sharpest verses and meaning directly to us. This album is her story and the merits are worthwhile from there. Jigga is an idol of hers but the ether is the style changes all over “Destiny” showing she hasn’t taken his content but the mastery of techniques. Still, this brother ain’t got shit better for all these weak artsy rappers…
The largest reference to the feel of Rapsody’s idea of beautiful is the loveliness that she tenderly recounts her story (“When I Have You”) or the natural way she honors herself properly in dealing with any man (“Precious Wings”). For Rapsody it’s about “reach[ing] the middle ground, want the money and the message in our music…so just say what’s on your mind…” as she builds on “The Drums,” an ill reflection on her entire career’s consistent ode to Hip Hop’s greats and the Bronx root. While a track like the Sylvia Robinson fueled “Good Good Love” is soft as can be, the perspective of her commentary is refreshing (”Gotta learn to listen, can’t cut him off when he talkin’ too/I know you only get upset though cause you love him, this is true/Really don’t understand and he need to stop and listen too…” and really works like virtually everything she tries. Idea’s content is pure sentiment throughout and its gorgeous peak on “How Does it Feel” where she drops “We all know somebody that remind us of Trayvon/My mom used to tell me “girl we gotta just pray for ’em/Cause hate ain’t born in you, it’s just something they raised on…” are among many bars of deep thought.
As an MC, the uniqueness of Rapsody is her idiosyncratic pacing that punctuates like a highlighter and drives one breath through lengthy bars in a distinct monotone. It prevails throughout the consistent Boom Bap, led by 9th Wonder, overcoming the hippy sap all becoming a respectful yang to Rapsody’s yin content. Acapellas up top, The Idea of Beautiful is the best part of the Black woman struggling and leaving products of creativity for us. To let us finally hear the sincerity of our women, detail their stories, the insights of their travels and the styles that only they could share…That is a true Idea of Beautiful that Rapsody captures here and yes. She is a beautiful sister.