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Vic Mensa on Rappers Abusing Women: “They’re Not Problematic Artists, They’re Cowards”

(Source) When we asked Vic Mensa about what surprises him in hip-hop today, he didn’t hesitate. Always one to speak his mind, Vic got right into the thing that’s been disappointing to him: violence against women and how he sees that affecting some artists’ careers.

“I think that beating up women as being a catalyst for rap success—which I’m really seeing in 2017—is a horrible trend. Very bad. That used to be something we condemned you for,” Vic says. “They’re not problematic artists, they’re cowards. That’s my issue, that we get into this place of confusing troubled and charismatic people with just cowards. Beating up women, on video, as these rappers continue to do, and then their little fans continue to support them for it and it gets them popping—we know what I’m talking about—it’s not just a problematic person, it’s not like he’s a troubled artist. No, he’s a pussy, that’s what’s going on.”

If he doesn’t Trust You, you may get ______ : Metro Boomin, as he covers FADER #kingshxt

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This February in Toronto, during a mind-bogglingly frigid NBA All-Star Weekend, Metro Boomin brought out his famed confidante Future for a surprise appearance that turned a late night set at a small club into a spazzy, sweaty basement rave. Two weeks later, in East London on Metro’s first trip overseas, the crowd was so big that hundreds of kids were plowing through iron barriers and the cops had to shut down the bus lines outside the venue. The promoter, Hîm Mohamed, would later say, in lightly broken English: “It was so much a riot.”

At 22, Metro—slim, precocious, and prone to toothy smiles—is arguably the most in-demand producer in hip-hop. The success has made him increasingly itinerant, and nocturnal: when he’s not keeping rap hours with stars in studios, he’s on the road living out of Airbnb rentals and DJ’ing sold-out thousand-cap venues around the world.

But right now, in a corner suite at the downtown Atlanta W hotel, he’s just trying to decide where to buy pants. A few of his buddies, all gregarious young guys with music-industry affiliations that he’s known for years, are hanging out. They consider popping open the minibar Bombay Gin, but opt for the fancy gummy bears instead. Metro gets a phone call, and his eyes widen. He shows the pals the phone, and sings: “Can we get much higher?!” It’s Kanye. Gummy bears in mouth, they nod approvingly.

His ear to the phone, Metro picks out a bandana from among the sprawl of chargers and clothes on the tightly-pulled hotel sheets. This one’s spotted. He folds it carefully and swaps it out for the camouflage one he’s currently wearing. Then, immediately, he swaps back. The continued non-exposure of his forehead, clearly, is something to which he gives diligent consideration.

We pile into an Uber, then head out to Lenox Square Mall, the decided-upon pants-purchasing location. This whole time, Metro has kept up the phone call. There’s chatter about samples received, beats sent out, the tossing around of alluring names (Abel! Young Chop!). “I appreciate that,” Metro tells Kanye. Long pause. “Yeah.” Long pause. “Yeah, I’m just trying to put shotguns to niggas’ chests.”

Ambling through the racks of shredded Balmain jeans and $1,000 Givenchy crew necks at Neiman Marcus, Metro recaps the conversation. “This nigga ‘Ye was talking about a lotta shit. He said he was in some country I never heard of. I was like, ‘What you doing there?’ He’s like, ‘I’m in a IKEA.’” Also, he told Metro: “We really should do a production group together.”

By this, clearly, Metro is honored. But he’s also taken aback. Someone asks, politely: So’s Kanye trying to sign you? Metro scoffs at the thought. “Never. I’m a boss nigga.”

The crew pings around the mall in a manner befitting their age. Passing a pole, they unthinkingly split up and cross it on either side—a practice traditionally considered bad luck. Nearly giggling, they bow to superstition and retrace their steps to pass the pole on the right side. At regular clips, Metro is stopped and asked for photos. But it’s always done good naturedly, like the interlopers are actually old pals: “Ayo Metroooo!” In the Vans store, a kid in braces and a blazingly yellow Michigan pullover FaceTimes his friend, and puts the phone in Metro’s face. “Metro Booooomin in the cut!” he announces.

These days, Metro is as famous as a rap producer gets. It’s an odd phenomenon that happens every once in awhile: suddenly, one person’s sound pervades and dominates music. It might seem spontaneous, but in fact, it’s taken Metro years to get here. And now that his plans have come to fruition—it’s not just Kanye West that can’t stop blowing up his phone—he seems well at ease. In the shoe store, in his socks, he rolls with the attention gamely.

“Ay, where you at with the purple ceiling?” he asks the kid on FaceTime. The kid, perplexed, a bit starstruck, considers the question carefully before answering. “Uh. My room.”

Metro: “Oh, your room purple? That’s hard.”

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Video: Trinidad James Talks About Signing To Def Jam Records

Def Jam’s newest signee Trinidad James was a surprise guest at last night’s Cali Christmas concert as he treated the audience to a performance of ‘All Gold Everything’. Backstage, Power 106′s Ricki Martinez caught up with the man of the hour, who spoke on his new deal with Def Jam, his love for gold, his inspirations and his future plans. In another interview with Rap-Up, he talks about shooting a video for ‘One More Molly’ and not wanting to be a one hit wonder.

T.I. Thinks If You Use Ghostwriters, You Need an Asterisk By Your Name

T.I. on if ghostwriting takes away from hip hop:

I don’t know. I’ve never done it myself. I’ve never done it. I sat in rooms and I challenge myself with the verses. Bounce them off the minds of people in the room. I’ve had people write hooks for me and shit, but verses? I’ve never had anyone do that. If it works for them, then shit, keep doing it, if that’s what it takes. I’d rather have somebody who’s my favorite, collaborate with somebody else and have the best possible project they can have, than do it on their own, and it be some bullshit. As a fan of music, I think as long as the best possible project was delivered to the fans, that’s all that matters.

If they are going to try to compare themselves to the greats now, then I think you must have an asterisk by their name. If you’re considered a great, then whoever was helping you should be up there in a column with your name as well.

Via Global Grind