Wednesday

Hiya



I did an interview with Chamillionaire a while back. You can read it here.

No doubt if you bother to read that article, it will come as no surprise that not only am I the number one expert in the world on grime, I am also a bit of a connoisseur when it comes to US hip hop. Using my vast expertise I have managed to discover probably the best new rapper in the states. Right now he's completely unknown, but trust me by this time next year he'll be getting more love over there than anyone. He's hencher than 50 Cent, has got more street authenticity than Young Jeezy and sounds a lot like Keak Da Sneak (but obviously he's got his own unique style). Anyway, check him out:



He's pretty special, no?

Ok, just got one last thing to show you before I go. Who remembers that video of Danny Walker from earlier this year which showed him dancing to "Pow" at home? Well, he's up to his old antics again. I'm not going to say a word, just check out the footage for yourself:



(NO HOMO)

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Re: rapping crip midget

You need to tell your skinny jeans-wearing, asymettrical haircut-having, snakebite-drinking home(o)boys at vice magazine to stop nicking your ideas - especially if they get them posted up days before you do.

Anyways, that guy should battle Bushwick bill for the title of 'illest nubian midget'. Winner gets a lap dance from an ewok and some Harry Potter pyjamas. Vice magazine sponsors, Prancehall on the wheels.

Anonymous said...

That last video is fastly making the page look fassy. Yikes.

John said...

hey, i've got so many ideas that i can afford to give a couple away each week to the vice blog.

great idea about the mc battle though. i'll ask my fellow homie(o)s at vice mag what they think.

Anonymous said...

You know this. Surely your voice carries weight at Vice as the sole beacon of rugged heterosexuality and only man without a degree in fashion, a trust fund or a tiny porkpie hat.

Maybe you could have heats - the crip clashes a squad made up of Ronnnie Corbett and Gary Coleman and then batttes the entire cast of that documentary about the dwarf games. Get it on film - "Prancehall and the fassies from Vice present '8 inches'". If you can get enough sex scenes, I'm pretty sure you could get a big audience for that. I certainly know that I'd buy a pirate dvd from a chinese immigrant hanging around tottenham court road tube station.

Prancehall, I have so many great ideas that I should probably be your manager. It would be like Spinal Tap, except with Jammer and Chantelle Fiddy fulfilling the roles of Nigel Tufnell and his bird - Maybe Logan could play David St Hubbins.

Signed,
Your number one fan.

Anonymous said...

Stevie Wonder is playing his first gig in Tokyo and the place is absolutely packed to the rafters. In a bid to break the ice with his new audience he asks if anyone would like him to play a request.
A little old Japanese man jumps out of his seat in the first row and shouts at the top of his voice “Play a Jazz chord ! Play a jazz chord!”

Amazed that this guy knows about the jazz influences in Stevie's varied career, the blind impresario starts to play an E minor scale and then goes into a difficult jazz melody for about 10 minutes. When he finishes the whole place goes wild.
The little old man jumps up again and shouts “No, no, play a Jazz chord, play a Jazz chord.”

A bit ticked off by this, Stevie, being the professional that he is, dives straight into a jazz improvisation with his band around the B flat minor chord and really tears the place apart. The crowd goes wild with this impromptu show of his technical expertise.
The little old man jumps up again. “No, no. Play a Jazz chord, play a jazz chord.”

Well and truly outraged that this little guy doesn't seem to appreciate his playing ability, Stevie says to him from the stage “OK smart ass. You get up here and do it!”

The little old man climbs up onto the stage, takes hold of the mike and starts to sing…
“A jazz chord to say I ruv you...”

Anonymous said...

prancehall does not get paid any money from vice