Posts Tagged ‘x-clan’

Dropped Same Day: Tribe Called Quest / X Clan

Monday, May 13th, 2013

After securing only around a third of the vote during the first Dropped Same Day, we’re takin’ it back even further as Tribe returns to face off against the Afrocentric group X Clan, featuring both of their introductory albums at the beginning of the nineties.

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Tuesday, April 17th, 1990.

Two LPs: Tribe‘s first, off Jive / RCA and X Clan‘s debut, on 4th & B’way / Island.

Pick your favorite and / or the best album, doesn’t matter.

Check other posts in the Dropped Same Day series here.

And feel free to state your case, leave corrections or post additional match ups you would like to see in the comments below.

— The Big Sleep

Random VLS Drops: Dark Sun Riders – Time To Build (1996)

Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

Alright peeps, I won’t spend a single word about this, but i’ll advise you to read Thun’s post first before download this single. –Markshot

Read: http://www.thetroyblog.com/2011/01/04/dark-sun-riders-time-to-build/

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Live Performances – Uptown Comedy Club Pt.1 (Redman, Kool G Rap, MC Lyte, X-Clan, etc)

Tuesday, May 17th, 2011

I recommend you to just sit and enjoy in these awesome live performances from Uptown Comedy Club without skipping any second of it.

Thanks to ZEKE62 for sharing this great stuff with us.

Enjoy!

–Markshot

Thirstin Howl The 3rd ft. Professor X

Tuesday, January 4th, 2011

Now, that’s more like it.

Thirstin Howl, perhaps more than any rapper still active other than Ghostface, has always repped for that ’87-’92 NYC everything era even as his styles progressed. I know the homies with blogs titled “Uncanny Era” and “Lattisaw Tapes” and “It Was Posted” and the like have to be feeling this: Thirstin channeling Brother J with some perfect Professor X ad-libbing thrown into the mix. This will transport you to that time, isolating only the good parts. Black boot stomping. X-Clan hair with dreads at the top of your fade. Forever scrounging for enough spare cash to hit the arcades or the record store. Army gear and Calvin Coolers. Africa medallions and Airmax 1s. You get the picture. — Thun

Dark Sun Riders “Time To Build”

Tuesday, January 4th, 2011

Editor’s Note: This essay was posted last week but deleted from the site when the server crashed. Enjoy.

Stream: Dark Sun Riders “Time To Build” (Ultra Marsalis Remix)

It is 1996 and Brother J feels blessed to be recording music professionally. The biz never made him wealthy but it has provided him with food, clothing, and shelter, and he has seen more of the world than he ever expected as a youth growing up in northern Brooklyn. He has gained a decent bit of notoriety for himself as the voice behind the outspoken Afrocentric/5%er/Neo-Egypto-Nubian/black nationalist group X-Clan, not just as an entertainer but also as a grass roots activist. On a smaller but not insignificant level he has lived the kind of turbulent public life that used to make immortal heroes out of street kids like Malcolm X.

For now he dwells in a valley. X-Clan and Blackwatch are more or less disbanded; his former DJ Sugar Shaft recently died from AIDS complications; the conscious style of rap is practically extinct. Still, Brother J cannot leave well enough alone. It isn’t simply that he fiends for the spotlight and the drama that comes with it. He was happy enough to be spitting verbs of power back in the days when an interview on Ralph McDaniels’ Video Music Box was considered a high honor. He is more a family man now, and he has happily moved on from the nights of debauchery that once seemed to conflict with his righteous if garish public persona. But he cannot shake the notion that there is more work to be done. (more…)

The T.R.O.Y. Blog Presents Funk-O-Rama V8

Thursday, September 30th, 2010
**dirt_dog on the covers.
Enjoy!

01. The Next School – Funk University
02. Tony D – Droppin’ Funky Verses
03. X-Clan – Funk Liberation
04. Kings Of Swing – Funky Breakdown
05. Jus Def / X-Town Posse – Funky On The Freestyle
06. Smooth Ice – Trunk Of Funk
07. Schoolly D – Where’d You Get That Funk From
08. C.P.O. – This Beat Is Funky
09. Poison Clan – Fire Up This Funk (Listen Mix)
10. Juvenile Committee – U Gotta Funk
11. Audio Two – Make It Funky
12. Stezo – Jimmy’s Gettin’ Funky
–>DOWNLOAD<–
–Markshot

T.R.O.Y.’s Video Show (July)

Saturday, July 17th, 2010

A few months back we hit you with some classic videos. Our homies at VintageHiphopSeattle have by far and away the dopest collection on Youtube. So, this weekend sit back and reminisce to the old days. –Philaflava

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The T.R.O.Y. Blog Presents: Funk-O-Rama V2

Thursday, July 15th, 2010
Like the volume one, volume two has the pretty much same concept.
We hope you will like it.
Thanks to dirt_dog for the covers.
Enjoy!

01. X-Clan – Funkin’ Lesson
02. Nice & Smooth – Funky For You
03. Funkdoobiest – XXX Funk
04. Lord Finesse – Return Of The Funkyman (Remix)
05. Chi-Ali – Funky Lemonade (Remix)
06. Too Poetic – God Made Me Funky (Remix)
07. Spliff – Freak Da Funk
08. Madd Hatta – Trunk-O-Funk
09. Redman – Down South Funk
10. Low Profile – Funky Song (Remix)
11. Rascalz – Funky Needs
12. Son Of Noise – Funk Meets Son Of Noise
–Markshot

Beef: X-Clan vs. Boogie Down Productions

Monday, November 9th, 2009

This is a strange and unwanted beef between two crews of straight intellectuals, who both seemed to be on the same page. The main difference was (and probably still is) that one crew is pro-black while the other one was pro-human.

X-CLAN – FIRE AND EARTH

More than a diss record, they just happened to remember Kris’s humanist stance, and in this pro-black track they had to air it out:

And here’s a message to the Rainbow crew

And their fearless leader, Captain Human:

Revolution is not humanism!

Individualism and not separatism!

Even Professor X (RIP) raps on this one, instead of just “sissying” and “pink cadillacing”.

Over and under as I progress to this

Got no time to be hanging out with humanists

Raise a flag, fly the, tag the hand, clutch the fist

Serve we nationally comes the diss

Humanity keep it with us we break edicts

On another track (“Grand Verbalizer”) from their first album, Brother J also sends a direct hit to KRS:

Go from go from verb to verb,

Sit back and take heed, brother

YOU must learn!

Now to be fair though, there is an interview with Brother J over at Unkut.com where J states that there never was any hostile situations.

“The original situation with me and Kris wasn’t a beef, it was more of a misunderstanding on the audience’s part(…) All I was trying to state was that black people were not ready at the time for “humanism” views – we don’t have our house clean. (…) So my thing was to him [KRS] “You must learn”, take some time back and sit back and let’s build, sit down with some different elders and see it from different perspective before it goes out there like that. And the crowd instantly took it and said “Ohh, you beefing with KRS, the greatest MC of all time!”

Personally I call bullshit. I guess that memo never got to Kris, ’cause he put on his chef’s apron and served them some craaaazy beef.

BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS – BUILD AND DESTROY

The great response by KRS was not only to destroy them as artists, but also went up against their beliefs. The fact that KRS got up in pro-black’s asses with his two verses just proved that he wasn’t afraid of ANYTHING.

He very cleverly showed and proved that many black men are worse then white devils, using Colin Powell as a great example.

Throw in the towel, the devil is Colin Powell

You talk about being African and being black

Colin Powell’s black, but Libya he’ll attack

Libya’s in Africa, but a black man

will lead a black man, to fight against his homeland

An accomplice to the devil is a devil too

The devil is anti-human, who the hell are you?

He then went up against all philosophies that defend that since the first man from Africa as the original man, therefore all black men are the original man. He even goes up against 5%’s that focus on black man being God.

God is not any black man on the land; God is consciousness

When you understand this you’ll see Kris

Until then, you can get dissed

He finishes his diss, or better yet, his lesson, with a mouth smacking teacher-to-student verse:

Yes I am the original teacher

You gotta study the Qu’ran, Torah, Bahavaghita

The Bible, Five Baskets of Buddha Zen

And when you’ve read them shits, READ them shits again!

But watch what you’re repeatin

If you don’t know the history of the author

you don’t know what you’re reading!

Yeah I’m still the original

Leaving MC’s lyrically miserable

Their criminal syllables are minimal, show me respect BOY

Cause I build and destroy!

This is a lesser known battle where KRS stomped all over an MC. Brother J never responded, but instead, years later invited KRS to X-Clan’s album to “Speak the Truth”:

X-CLAN ft. KRS-1 – “Speak the Truth”

— cenzi stiles

’89/’90

Thursday, October 29th, 2009

Inward or outward, build or destroy. “It’s nation time!” versus “Da Inner Sound, Ya’ll!” If you’re lucky enough to have a record deal and you desire immortality you claim a movement through liner notes. For those of you just tuning in ,this is like a precursor to a Facebook group. Or think back to how the average nobody does the same through a yearbook caption or presses a sharpie onto the cheap vinyl of a schoolbus seat.

Chuck D. imagines an improbably continuum of dynasties blending into each other through a seasonal series of bloodless coups marching from new school to the nextest. Everyone is a self-annointed crown ruler, the heir to the throne of a nation not visible on any of his maps. There are no in-betweens here. No soda jerks, no drywall installers, no city job underlings, no secretaries or cashiers. Only kings, queens, gods, earths, lords, grandmasters overseeing principalities carved delicately out of the tawdry, bustling blocks of NYC and all outlaying counties.

Our legacy is stolen and obscured sixty six trillion times over, so we figure we have a right to locate our origins. Recolonization. Africa speaks to us coherently through James Brown’s grunts but having exhausted that arsenal we are now ready to whisk ourselves away to the futurist technojungle of Afrika-Akebulan-Asia. This realm haunts us like a Freudian motif, we see it everywhere and point at it like madmen hallucinating. It’s in the [obviously European styled] button down shirts with the psychcadelic prints, it’s in the low hum emanating from the Jeep Wrangler safari, it’s in the way she winds to the reggae cut, processed hair flailing to and fro.

Insanity, for certain, but insanity as a response to greater insanity is nothing new. Frantz Fanon once wrote at length about the absurd commercial relationship between the enslaver and the colonized, but we gloss over that part of the book. It’s time to bedeck ourselves in finery – red, black, and green to the extent that Roy Ayers would blush at our get ups. Thrown in the blues and purples and yellows we’ve been racking from the sportswear plantations and for a brief technicolor dreamcoat moment we think we are not co-opted, that our culture is in fact our freedom.

We are a garish horde, driven by consumption, making Benetton ads look positively homogenous. Some of us start cultural awareness clubs at school and like NYOIL have to defend such choices later. But it was the coerced norm within our comfortably fragile bubble of celebrated otherness, and when that norm popped, it popped for good. Soulquarian lounginess, spoken word patchouli wafting, “Yes We Can!”-ism – none of that shit ever came close to matching the gaudy stylistic intensity and spacey optimism of ’89/’90. How it slipped through out fingers is anyone’s guess – it’s not like the shit really went Hollywood, it just floated on or dissipated.

Like some nearly narctoic dream, in which we were the soul controllers. Where every drum machine, sampled composition, and metered verse was stitched together by pure Nubian sprites, and not a devil in sight. We can peek into this moment from time to time but it never feels the same, it seems so quaint, so contradictory and capricious. Never mind that the youth return to the brutal color combinations and impossible hopefulness every once in a crescent moon. We see and hear the obvious parallels but resist them like bad medicine, as if saying “fuck the youth” is as profound as our former inclination to say “fuck everything except the youth.”

In our ears, they get it but they don’t get it – there’s something about Q-Tip’s lazy but focused repetition “fallin skies babe, open eyes babe, can’t you see what lays inside babe” that must be transcendent and unique, right? And if it’s a little whimsical or silly for today’s youth, so what? You got Brother J’s matter-of-fact call to nationalism on “Raise The Flag” where he delivers a decidedly youthful and daringly happy style, never to use it again. A moment of youthful expression never quite rekindled by the Grand Verbalizer himself, so how could some kid today ever pick up the torch, and build the tribe, keep the colors alive, etc?

We jam this shit in 2009 like it’s going out of style, the iPod guaranteeing musical anonymity, insularity. We could all be brave like Shawn Taylor and flock to mass transit rocking the same Zubaz that Q-Tip and company rocked in the ridiculous “I Left My Wallet In El Segundo” video and try to get these youngins to groove to the boom-bip. Or don a jumbo ankh and a walking stick and preach to the wayward souls of Washington Heights like X-Clan. But it all seems so fragile, so pointless. Do we have the presence of mind to locate a single YZ among the meretricious masses of today? Or was that bubble even weaker than we thought?

— Thun