Peedi Crakk is an MC already far beyond your favorite MC’s wildest rap dreams. Period. Not too many cats can keep me interested for more than 4 minutes…so me being able to rock this 20 minute clip of PC (mostly) going off on some live jackin’ for beats shit… you already know. Let the beast out of the cage.
Bonus: As heard a couple of days ago, Crakk teamed up with a fellow Philly spitter, Chinko Da Great. Here’s some footage of them doing some of what they do best, on camera.
Peedi Crakk goes stupid AWOL over those Golden Era gemmies…but that’s to be expected, honestly. If you’ve paid any attention in your life, you’d know that dukes is ut serious about his hip hop shit…and he always shows off somethin’ extra retardededed when it’s lunchroom-basement hour. Stays as one of the most interesting styles to witness, never quite predictable, that Peedi guy. Crazy to hear the Cannon Click’s Chinko Da Great doing the back & forth with PC on that Kane shit.
Peedi Crakk “Jackin’ For Beats Freestyle” (Feat. Chinko Da Great)
The last legitimate super rap crew returns!! Yep, I said State Property. Don’t act sweet and dumb now. Beans, Chris, Peedi, and Free give Cosmic Kev an on-air performance that’ll have Flex risking his job at Hot97 again (by calling them over to bogart the airwaves for hours with loose cannon antics and brutally unapologetic, non-radio friendly bars).
Seriously. What crew is seeing these cats? Nowadays?!? Please show me a clique that isn’t straight cut-&-paste status. You’re either faced with 1. a gang of random dudes who are, in some way, deemed marketable…yet, usually, are to act as weed carriers/hypeman stage fodder to the one headliner superstar guy out the unit, or 2. a random bunching of current chart-placers on some “DJ Khaled put us together, but we wouldn’t be friends if we weren’t all sharing the same blow table and whore vagina tonight” steez (and any real motherfucker can detect that synthetic, lack of chem…since last week). The minute one cat voices a colorful “fuck you” to another cat, we’re hit with a flurry of diss tracks and empty threat video clips going viral.
Not since the 90′s explosion, topped by the Wu and Boot Camp Clik (plus honorable mention goes to Children Of The Corn), have heads witnessed such emphasis put on a golden pairing of sensibilities; ut’ amounts of individual talent collected under the umbrella of a (genuine) familial bond. SP’s power lies in the fact that they find balance through each member’s distinctive characteristics. No two cats sound alike, at all. Add on the bit about none of them resembling any other MC out there, due to completely original styles, and you’ve got yourself some kind of magic. Because of this, there’s really not one superstar out of the clique…although each member can go for delf and hold his own weight better than 99% of the “established” solo artists out. They take me back to when I first discovered that a group could maintain such a strong, contrasting dynamic – hearing “The Symphony” by the Juice Crew in ’88.
This makes me immediately run for the old Hot97 sessions (another post, I suppose).
Peedi Crakk gets candid for a second…sorta. As simple as the premise is for this short video, being asked to list off his 3 most beloved things in life, it’s the way the answers are laid out that makes it a winner.
Philly rap united! Probably not your typical day at a Jill Scott video shoot, but you tell me this wasn’t bound to happen. Retarded ill, lunchroom type cypher with the likes of Black Thought, Ms. Jade, Meek Mill, Peedi Crakk, and Dice Raw. Think of it as a quick rap history lesson, giving true examples of the city’s various generations, since the 90′s, of talented MC. Oh yeah, they all get down over that beatbox.
Note: There was a clip featuring this cipher from a different angle, sans Thought and (practically) Jade, posted on various blogs…but this is the whole shit (word to The Roots‘ frontman still rhymin’ as they had to exit the main set room).
More P. Crakk shit…except this is from way out in left field. Apparently there’s a guy out there who calls himself Cookie Rabinowitz, who not only spins at a strip club, but also hosts an animated talk show on some Space Ghost Coast To Coast shit. No, really, this is some shit I could see appearing on Adult Swim (plus the OG Schoolly-D is a voice on there – peace to all my ATHF heads). Well, PC is the guest and the topics are the name “Cookie,” strippers and anti-lapdance policies, and porn…plus they break into a song halfway through the interview.
Peedi Crakk in his element…mic, hard beats (as provided by DJ Malcgeez), live bars. Seriously, Pedro is the MC’s MC – the guy loves rap without question, and makes having a gargantuan presence, infinite flow, and wild bars seem way too simple.
Throwbakk Jakk Frost and his man Shusky (otherwise known as Peedi Crakk) take to the legendary FDR skatepark and shoot their rendition of Gang Starr‘s classic off of Hard To Earn, as a tributary gesture to the late Guru and DJ Premier. I still chuckle when I hear that Will.I.Am line.
“Code Of The Streets” (Feat. Peedi Crakk)
Bonus…one more from the Throwbakk Jakk mixtape, this time he takes it to the Queens side and pays homage to another beloved group.
If the name Crime Partners fails to ring a bell (especially in places other than Philadelphia), I wouldn’t necessarily be surprised. Well that’s what I’m here for. Do the knowledge.
Back in 2002, a special mixtape fell into my possession. It came at a time when a lifelong friend was doing biz with Dame (Dash)…as the Roc-A-Fella imprint was solidifying its expanding line-up from its older, ever-so-tentative and amorphous days (Diamonds In Da Ruff, anybody?). They now had a base in Harlem, commandeered by new signee, Cam’Ron…plus a squad of special agents from Philly, State Property, as led by Beanie Sigel. Inner politics of Brooklyn versus Harlem aside, this click from the land of cheesesteaks and sunni beards was really a topic of interest (and regionalistic hatred) as they seemingly arose with arms ablaze; from taking part in the tense (and historic) freestyle session on Hot 97 in ’01 (as Jay-Z played host and sent warning shots to some of New York City’s most celebrated MC’s) to then going full-steam at said “celebrated” NY rap heros (Nas, Mobb Deep, and D-Block) on the same radio station, a year later (sans Hove). While this war waged on, via mixtapes and radio appearances, my boy stayed buzzing in my ear about State Property’s newest recruit…some guy calling himself Peedi Crakk.
At first, I didn’t get it. Between my boy’s rants about how ill dude was, which seemed all too well-timed since Peedi was featured in that month’s issue of XXL, and the audio evidence on the upcoming Paid In Full soundtrack, I just failed to grasp the fully-auto, animated aggression as anything more than “Freeway with Louieville Sluggah‘s voice.” But one day, while surfing the newest mixtape leaks on IRC, a part of me took heed to a friend’s constant badgering and guided my hands to make the appropriate key gestures so as to download a mixtape called Crime Partners. Curiosity, thank you, friend.
To my surprise, upon the opening track, I was led into a highly-stylized rhyme circus, with an equal serving of gutter. Once again, the shock came when I found that the floor was split between Peedi and another guy by the name of Indy 500 (later discovered to be Freeway’s cousin), who exhibited a similar vocal tone and adoration for machine gun raps (both in flow and content) as Crakk, but had rhyme patterns that were truly off-kilter (though never seeming amateur’ish or uninteresting). So there I sat, faced with the realization that there existed a city, other than New York, which could possibly produce a horde of cats embodying the characteristics to make for a perfect 21st Century rap listening…these two recent discoveries were all the proof I needed. As you will soon see for yourself, Crakk and Indy throw those ideal attributes out on each of the mixtape’s 26 tracks, effortlessly, like pigeon feed.
Oh yeah, the skits are hilarious as well.
Enough talk, I know, you want music. Well let me say that I worked extra hard on this download for you lovely folks. Not only did I package it neatly (albeit, without any cover art), but I fixed the faulty tracklist and added informative tags (!!). That’s right, I went through each file to correct the many spelling errors, badly placed info, guest names, etc…plus compiled a new playlist file at the very end (so all you have to do is refer to/click on that and, no matter what program/device you use, it will play in order). iTunes won’t fuck your organization with the pointy end of a broken broomstick by sectioning off the files with cameos. This IS the first time in Internetical history that this mixtape has been made so available with such precise information. So please, take advantage, download, and enjoy the fruits of my labor (and the hard music)!
1. Sherm High
2. Symphony 2K2 (Feat. City Council)
3. Live From 215 (Feat. L-Dot)
4. Phone Check
5. So Special (Feat. L-Dot)
6. Wanna Ride (Feat. Oschino & Sparks)
7. Phone Sex
8. 3:30 AM
9. No Doubt About It
10. Holla At Ya Boy (Feat. Tommy Hill)
11. Blap Blap
12. Magnum Brown Release Party
13. Shusky Baluski
14. Rock You (Feat. Hustle, Wiz, Gam)
15. It Ain’t Easy (Feat. Travis)
16. Dick Eater (Feat. Lipsy)
17. Fuck Outta Here
18. Crime Partners
19. The Way I’m Feelin’ (Feat. Key)
20. Check Me Out Doey
21. That Thug (Feat. Oschino)
22. Chitty Bang
23. Black Gangstaz (Feat. Hustla, Sandtana)
24. 1 4 Peedi 2 4 Freeway (Feat. Freeway)
New SP Chaingang! Peedi Crakk and Young Chris certainly do what the track title suggests. I have no idea what this is off of/slated to appear on, but those cats are known to have a ridiculous work ethic. Check Crakk spazzin’ from the gate.