In preparation for my interview with the YNC record label owner under whom artist, Profa (short for Prophecy) is managed, I listened to the Weeds mixtape from start to finish twice to get a good grasp of the artist’s sound, flow and overall message.
I really enjoyed it. Normally, if I can’t make it past song #3, you can forget it. I was impressed by what I heard and what I was offered. The whole package was on point. One of the first things I recommend to start-up artists who want attention to their mixtapes is to provide a full compilation of their diversity. That means at least 16 recordings. The more you give your audience, even if it is free, it seems the more they’ll listen. Everybody wants something for nothing. This mixtape offers 20 recordings including the interesting ad libs that enhance the music instead of just coming across as unnecessary fillers.
Profa Loudpack Piffster has a very youthful voice. His voice is not too deep so his sound will automatically appeal to the early twenty-something audience downloading his
music. Further, his voice is not so deep as to overpower his own lyrical skill.
It’s refreshing to hear a rapper that does not constantly repeat himself. Some commercial artists are so redundant that it’s obvious that their radio spins are based on whose funding them as opposed to any real skill exhibition. Fully aware of his expertise, Profa does not hesitate to ignite your curiosity on Weeds’ first track after the intro, #2 “Stay Scheming”.
“My flow so cold give a polar bear chills
but I’m hot like the sun is hot, solar flare feels. Wanna compare skills? I don’t think it’s in your best of interests,
you’re just a teen Titan against a f—ing Avenger. I’m harder than Iron Man in a
suit’s mechanics. Tony Starks in the
booth, I spit booster cannons. For that
bread and that cheese, you get reduced to sandwich. Earth crust, you in the middle call him a
manwich. Man, which one of you niggas
hatin on Profa? Prophecy or prophet like vodka I’m takin a shot. I’m makin it
way to the top. You lame niggas beneath
me, u neva defeat me. Your whole flow feces…”
I call that I kind of flow, “vocabulary consistency.” Yes, Gypsy coined it because clearly Profa does not stand for profanity. He can make his point with word play. Curse
words do not have to be nor are they used gratuitously. Yet, just attempting to follow his message keeps you listening. In fact, trying to follow his message keeps you rewinding and back tracking lol…This is the kind of hip hop youngins listen to when they’re first learning about rapping.
Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I had no inclination to listen to Profa’s music before talking to his label owner. I went to see him perform live, loved the
performance, and forgot about it, smh…But the God of circumstance and all things to be made me pick up the phone and the link to the mix tape ended up in
Like it or love it, this is my review and I always keep it 100.
First of all, coming from the inner city of the DMV, Washington, D.C., it’s easy for me to pick up rap music from Maryland and be like, ‘yeah right. This
gon be some garbage. These dudes don’t know that life.’ Well slap to my face, all hip-hop doesn’t have to be about “that life.” Hip-hop encompasses life in general and if the delivery is on, it’s dat piff, you hear me…
Even after the first song I still had my doubts about “Weeds” maintaining its solar flare heat. However, as the name implies, Prophecy and his producers must have known
that other locals would be thinking the same thing and made “Niggas In Maryland” the second track (after the intro) to dispel all that noise from jump. No, he
does not front or claim to be a gangsta. You can picture him in Maryland doing just what he says!
Rapping up to a fast hand-clap-type beat, (the
commas are where he takes a breath),
“Clouds of piff what I’m blowin out no
Roscoe Dash but I’m showing out, Crack the Dutch -cuz throw em out- Big buds of
the green like brussel sprouts, Blessed, I don’t know what the fuss about Anyone
bet different you can cuss em out Y.N.C what us about, I’m behind bars now I’m
Instead of taking a break, Profa just starts rhyming in staccato. Good grief! I can’t type that. You just have to listen. “Niggas in Maryland” will get your respect.
Follow the record label owner on Twitter @DJWhoKnew. He brings that underground street heat to “Weeds” with ad libs in the right places between and at the end of songs. Whatever songs are not mixer-blended together, @DJWhoKnew verbally prepares your ear himself.
But for what though?
“Weeds” is the title so what about another weed anthem? But make no mistake, when I say anthem, I mean another classic like “Mary Jane.”
Check out, #6, “Head in the Clouds” featuring Pauly Paul and Big Hit.
“I met her in the 9th grade
outside coolin on a nice day. I hit her
2 times and I knew she liked me. She got
loud after she broke up with Reggie. Now
that’s my main chick plus she done put on some pounds so I’mma work her out,
scale it and break it down…”
So that’s “Weeds” in a nutshell right? Some dudes from Maryland comparing themselves to comic book characters high on kryptonite.
Sike! The whole mix is not about the green at all. Some soulful hits made the cut as well.
Soulful, thoughtful and relatable…who doesn’t know heart break in one form or another? When we survive it and move on, would it be safe to say our hearts have built in parachutes? That’s the title of #11, so cute “Hearts with Parachutes.” I’m not even banging out those lyrics, just struck me that February 28th is a start date for shit for a lot of people including me. :) Listen for yourself. Number #12, “Thorns” is a clever follow-up warning that every rose has its thorn and Profa shoulda took the slow approach. Hmmph, who doesn’t make that mistake?
But enough of the mushy mushy, Profa doesn’t just think about weed and girls! In true DMV style, he made a song for all the flossy fresh stunners! Lol
#18, “Evel Knievel” (ain’t the denim, it’s d guy in em, ha ha!)
Lyyyyrix…”I spits that crack that got my
fan base basin and fiendin for another hit like Michael Jackson this is it.
Infamous, stuntin like I already done made it…Navy blue and gold Supras I tucked
in the laces, snap back to match, dats da Indiana Pacers, Abercrombie v-neck
and Levi denim. Ain’t the clothes that make
me fly, shit it’s d guy in em…”
Before I conclude, the fly, stuntin ass author can always relate to a hater diss joint, so I had to close this out on #5, “I Got These Haters Pissed.”
“Fresh like I stepped outta the fuckin fridge…here I come”
lol yain’t know, major
publications, I’m coming for you…
But I digress, listen to the mixtape ya’ll. You’ll appreciate the free download. I picked the songs I liked best but you’ll have your favorites separately.
Comment on this review. Let me know what you like, where I went wrong, what you would like to hear about… Let’s get some back and forth going.
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