The Couch Sessions

Now that the record labels finally reached the goal of a white female rap messiah its time for them to hop on the next trend. A few years ago a bunch of places were writing articles about an NYC Queer rap movement featuring the likes of Le1f and Mykki Blanco (sometimes they would throw in some shootouts to Big Frieda since I guess New Orleans is close geography wise to NY?

Labeling them strictly by their sexuality was unfair to those artists, who’ve etched their own styles & followings in the past few years. The best pure MC out of the bunch was always Cakes Da Killa who loved to drop gems like, “Pockets stay on swole, peep the motherfucking cash flow/niggas pay my loans just to finger fuck my asshole”. The thing is imagine these lines dropped by someone who was raised strictly on NYC hip-hop; the words come out boastful, brash, and as macho as your regular shoot em up/bang bang MC. Cakes, like many of the MC’s he got grouped with traffics in futuristic sounding dance track, somewhere between trap and house, and his verses serve the beats to the point you feel equally comfortable dancing to them or head nodding in a car.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6OI-YJedao

Last year he had the great mixtape, Eulogy, and this year he follows it up with Hunger Pangs. It’s a great mix of dance music and at times blush worthy, but dope, mcing, and well worth the download. We’ve got the clip from his latest mixtape “Truth Tella” which turns a cute little 8-bit melody loop into something you can dance or fight (and probably fuck) too.

https://soundcloud.com/cakesdakilla/sets/hunger-pangs