Wow. Roscoe P. Coldchain. What the fuck? This was my SHIT around 2004 (and forward). I was really on some Philly discovery/respect shit at that point (shouts to Big Star). Of course I knew about Coldchain from the Clipse/Neptunes joints…”Delinquent” being an often rotated banger…but when this DJ Premier-produced joint dropped, it took things to a whole ‘nother place. I would go around to those swearing that “all Primo beats been soundin’ the same” and throw this in their naysayer’ly faces…always worked in changing their tune. I’ll go on record to say this is one of the hardest Primo beats, ever (listen to how things happen as the song progresses)…if you don’t agree, then you must’ve executively produced that double-cd Nas dropped. The track’s make-up gets the extra-strength fortification from the well-played concept between Coldchain and Ab-Liva…another guy whom I was gaining a newfound respect for at the time (after the fucking atrocious Major Figgas “Yeah That’s Us” song/video…you KNOW that says A LOT).
After searching the various outlets for a no-DJ version of this, for years…it is finally available (big up DJ Premier Blog). And we are letting you download it too (instead of our usual conduct of tip-you-in-the-right-direction new banger showcasing). Enjoy, you deserve it.
To wrap up, I feel like Coldchain’s name has been popping up in recent conversations with a-alikes regarding the art-imitating-life, or just life, aspect of the Philly underground (street corner rap) scene (no backpacks). Apparently, dude got picked up in 2008 for a double homi. Fuck. He was a monster…one of those rare individuals with a no-bullshit aura and huge, albeit off-kilter, charisma in his raps (think ODB on Enter The 36…, THAT type of unorthodox). To the non-believers who spew some filth about how non-traditional/off-beat his flow was, I’d say kill that nonsense…Coldchain was on some genius level shit and exactly what Hip Hop needed (still needs)…someone with a little more feeling in his words and the ability to actually write songs that extend far beyond some cute, in-booth swagger and/or full-blown ignorance for the sake of being ignorant. I’d say a lot of your favorite studio gangsters and headwrap-revolutionary-conscious preachers (including all mixes of the aforementioned) alike can learn a thing or two from this cat’s catalog…none of it seemed “for show”, not at all. I send off a PTP salute to a reality rap wizard.