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Keak Da Sneak: Kunta Kinte


Keak Da Sneak: Kunta Kinte

Label:Sumday
Format:Album
Media:CD
Release Date:2006
Genre:Hip Hop/Rap

By Jess Harvell | Posted 3/15/2006

Despite being the home of No. 1 pimp Too $hort and rotund gangsta neologist E-40, the Bay Area has a rep in rap circles as a place where hip-hop wears a neck beard and a backpack, with a copy of a Paul Gilroy book in its back pocket. Blame it on leftover hippie-era baggage or the perils of liberal education. But the Bay is now crawling with slam-dancing thugs in sweat socks, a cup in each fist, getting hyphy (read: crunk) to a regional Cali take on Dirty South electro beats, some of whom—like today’s topic, Keak Da Sneak, and scene godfather E-40—have actually been around forever. Growling, party-hearty dudes such as Federation, Frontline, and Keak just wanna get dumb, loudly.

Keak has possibly the rawest, most gravelly voice of all time; if you thought Petey Pablo sounded like he gargled gasoline before going to bed at night, Keak’s stream of grunting consciousness will make you wonder if those are real words. Pulling ridiculous faces over sonar blips, wobbling love-handle bass lines, and chunky knee’d drums, Keak talks shit about freaks, complains about the cops stopping the party, and generally acts the fool. You’ll need a glossary to work out the new Bay slang (thizz faces?), but that’s half the fun. Kunta Kinte isn’t gonna get anyone’s five mics, but it’s 2006’s best record yet for drunkenly doing doughnuts in a convenience store parking lot at 2 a.m.

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