Earlier today, while doomscrolling on Twitter, I came across a screenshot posted by rap scribe Eric Diep from the Summer 2024 issue of XXL Magazine (s/o Eric for still having a subscription). The excerpt includes behind-the-scenes details about the filming of the XXL Freshman List cyphers. Seconds into reading the bit my eyes started to bulge, I dragged my chair in a little closer to my laptop because I couldn’t believe what I was reading: “The shoots didn’t go off without a hitch, though. One freshman got so shook over the cypher that he ditched the shoot literally five minutes before it was going to be filmed. He pretended to go to his car for clothing, hopped in and got outta there.”
Yo.
Oh My God.
Yes.
A rapper did The Race. (The version with the DJ Phat tags only, of course.)
Hit the Katt Williams 4.4 40 yard dash.
Hopped in their Hellcat and sped the fuck away from Vanessa Satten’s lair, all because they didn’t want to rap.
I’ve been laughing about it all damn day.
The piece doesn’t name the rapper (lame), but they say they did not remove them from the Freshman cover, so once the cypher drops we will know who it is based on which of the 11 is missing. And I have one important question: Is there footage? Please, let there be footage. Imagine we get grainy security cam footage of Hunxho, with Keyshia Cole on his arm, sweating like Ray Liotta when the helipcoters were hovering. Imagine we get a shaky iPhone clip of 4Batz slipping his ski mask on, hoping it gives him the invisibility powers of Sue Storm. Imagine the cypher starts with a cold open where Rich Amiri combat rolls off the screen, into the back of an Uber. I can’t wait until we find out who it was, please tell me your theories. Though, I kind of feel bad for whoever it is. They got put on blast in the most embarrassing way: Print. So I want to help future XXL Freshman out, and came up with 7 different ways for them to get out of their freestyle.
Escape through the vents like Martin Lawrence in Blue Streak.
Ask the other XXL cover stars to play a game of Hide-N-Seek and disappear for weeks because you’re just really that good at Hide-N-Seek.
Pretend on the trip to the shoot you got into the same situation as Rick Ross in the “Speedin” video.
Keep rapping in a Toronto accent until they remove you.
Say that your barber just rescheduled and you have to go meet him now or else you’ll have to wait until next week.
Trick the XXL staff into going into the teleporation pods from the The Fly and turn them into flies so they can’t film anymore.
Keep spilling hot soup on Southside’s DJ set up.
Quick reccs:
tdf and Perc40’s “Samples 2024”
In the old days of SoundCloud, producers stitched together snippets of beats they had for sale and called them “sample” packs. Nowadays these drops are more like beat tapes. That is true of tdf and Perc40’s “Samples 2024,” as the two 808-obsessed crackpots come together for almost nine minutes of instrumentals that sound like if Pi’erre Bourne fell asleep on his keyboard. Complete with random edgelord skits and interludes, it’s brain scrambling music, where airy synths morph into blasts of noise and explosions. As the beats drop over and over again, it feels almost like being clobbered in the head with a baseball bat by Aaron Judge. If you can’t make it to the end I won’t blame you, but if you do, congrats on earning your badge as a real sicko.
Oliver Stone’s Salvador
I guess I’m an Oliver Stone guy? I didn’t realize it, but I love Platoon and Any Given Sunday and Wall Street and now Salvador. I’ve been thinking about Salvador since I saw it for the first time over a month ago, the James Woods performance felt like the type of performance I’ve been waiting my entire life to see. It’s as manic as Richard Widmark in Night and the City and as smarmy as Shooter McGavin. Sure, a lot of James Woods roles are like that (he’s a wild boy in Cop), but it hits so much harder inside of the conspiratorial, corrupt, and haywire worlds (realities?) Stone is so good at depicting.
Kyoko Okazaki’s Pink
She has a pet alligator. It’s perfect.
Hooping with the old heads at the park
Most Saturday and Sunday mornings you can catch me at a park (that I will not name on the internet) where the basketball courts are attentively run by 40 + year old West Indian, Jewish, and Italian men not switching on screens, crashing the boards like Josh Hart, and fighting over calls. There’s nothing I look forward to more every week. Run with the old heads every now and then.
my chair in a little closer to my laptop because I couldn’t believe what I was reading: “The shoots didn’t go off without a hitch, though. One freshman got so shook over the cypher that he ditched the shoot literally five minutes before it was going to be filmed. He pretended to go to his car for clothing, hopped in and got outta there.”
Yo.
Oh My God.
Yes.
A rapper did The Race. (The version with the DJ Phat tags only, of course.)
Hit the Katt Williams 4.4 40 yard dash.
Hopped in their Hellcat and sped the fuck away from Vanessa Satten’s lair, all because they didn’t want to rap.
I’ve been laughing about it all damn day.
The piece doesn’t name the rapper (lame), but they say they did not remove them from the Freshman cover, so once the cypher drops we will know who it is based on which of the 11 is missing. And I have one important question: Is there footage? Please, let there be footage. Imagine we get grainy security cam footage of Hunxho, with Keyshia Cole on his arm, sweating like Ray Liotta when the helipcoters were hovering. Imagine we get a shaky iPhone clip of 4Batz slipping his ski mask on, hoping it gives him the invisibility powers of Sue Storm. Imagine the cypher starts with a cold open where Rich Amiri combat rolls off the screen, into the back of an Uber. I can’t wait until we find out who it was, please tell me your theories. Though, I kind of feel bad for whoever it is. They got put on blast in the most embarrassing way: Print. So I want to help future XXL Freshman out, and came up with 7 different ways for them to get out of their freestyle.
Escape through the vents like Martin Lawrence in Blue Streak.
Ask the other XXL cover stars to play a game of Hide-N-Seek and disappear for weeks because you’re just really that good at Hide-N-Seek.
Pretend on the trip to the shoot you got into the same situation as Rick Ross in the “Speedin” video.
Keep rapping in a Toronto accent until they remove you.
Say that your barber just rescheduled and you have to go meet him now or else you’ll have to wait until next week.
Trick the XXL staff into going into the teleporation pods from the The Fly and turn them into flies so they can’t film anymore.
Keep spilling hot soup on Southside’s DJ set up.
Quick reccs:
tdf and Perc40’s “Samples 2024”
In the old days of SoundCloud, producers stitched together snippets of beats they had for sale and called them “sample” packs. Nowadays these drops are more like beat tapes. That is true of tdf and Perc40’s “Samples 2024,” as the two 808-obsessed crackpots come together for almost nine minutes of instrumentals that sound like if Pi’erre Bourne fell asleep on his keyboard. Complete with random edgelord skits and interludes, it’s brain scrambling music, where airy synths morph into blasts of noise and explosions. As the beats drop over and over again, it feels almost like being clobbered in the head with a baseball bat by Aaron Judge. If you can’t make it to the end I won’t blame you, but if you do, congrats on earning your badge as a real sicko.
Oliver Stone’s Salvador
I guess I’m an Oliver Stone guy? I didn’t realize it, but I love Platoon and Any Given Sunday and Wall Street and now Salvador. I’ve been thinking about Salvador since I saw it for the first time over a month ago, the James Woods performance felt like the type of performance I’ve been waiting my entire life to see. It’s as manic as Richard Widmark in Night and the City and as smarmy as Shooter McGavin. Sure, a lot of James Woods roles are like that (he’s a wild boy in Cop), but it hits so much harder inside of the conspiratorial, corrupt, and haywire worlds (realities?) Stone is so good at depicting.
Kyoko Okazaki’s Pink
She has a pet alligator. It’s perfect.
Hooping with the old heads at the park
Most Saturday and Sunday mornings you can catch me at a park (that I will not name on the internet) where the basketball courts are attentively run by 40 + year old West Indian, Jewish, and Italian men not switching on screens, crashing the boards like Josh Hart, and fighting over calls. There’s nothing I look forward to more every week. Run with the old heads every now and then.