As a member of French Montana’s Coke Boys (which includes the Moroccan rapper’s 9 year old son, affectionately known as Lil Poopy), questionably monikered Queens MC Chinx Drugz has access to a good deal of production work many similarly gifted MCs can only dream of. I mean, Chinx isn’t the worst dude in the world, but let’s just say Harry Fraud makes “I’m A Coke Boy”. With Montana sloppily fanutin’ all over the hook and underwhelming (to say the least) verses from Diddy and Rick Ross, “I’m a Coke Boy” needed Fraud to come through and come through he does. Without a doubt one of 2012’s most impressive performers, Fraud has become the New York producer du jour in recent months and has worked with everyone from Heems to Sean Price. Once you get past the novelty of hearing a few mediocre Detlef Schrempf euphemisms, Fraud’s reconstructed strings and piano backing becomes the only real point to listening to “I’m A Coke Boy” all the way through. Luckily, Fraud let loose the instrumental yesterday opening up the possibility that someone with less dirty money will attach themselves for a verse. Stream/download the remix below and hit the jump for instrumental version.
Adult Swim might have some competition folks. For the first time in years, another corporate dweller has managed to fanute their way into the hearts and minds of the blog masses (ourselves included) via a number of collaborative projects and exclusive releases. Nick Hook, Daedelus and Danny Brown’s Bruiser Brigade have released tunes through Scion A/V in the past few months and sometimes you just have to give credit where credit is due. It’s not like tC’s will start popping up in Curren$y bars or Rozay videos any time soon, but it shouldn’t be a surprise when Scion is the first name that pops into your head when ruminating over tactful marketing schemes.
Which brings us to Toyota’s latest “guerilla” marketing stab, the questionable combination of French Montana and Action Bronson over Harry Fraud production. Questionable because French Montana popularity is largely due to his imprecision and slack lyrical ability while Bronsolino throws enough fine dining references into one verse to make Bobby Flay genuflect at his feet. Regardless of the protean attempt at attaining “hip”, “Mean” manages to work in a way that few (superficial) one off collaborations do. Fraud’s laid-back kicks and organ work allow Montana to essentially layer ad-lib on ad-lib, forming something that kind of resembles a verse. Bronson is more playful in his wordplay than usual, but of course Dr. Lecter was lying when he said he loved you, he’s too busy chewing beef in Greece and puffing autumnal strains. I’m sure you can find “Mean” on the Scion website, but it would be a lot easier to just download below. Namean?