A few months ago, I heard this banging song.
It was called Strictly 4 My Jeeps.
And I knew, I just knew it was a song by Ghostface Killah of Wu Tang.
The voice was so distinctive, that I took for granted that it was him.
Then I heard the name Action Bronson.
And I thought, “Danm, Ghost got another alias?”
Ghostface Killah. Tony Starks. Pretty Toney. Wallabee Kingpin.
Now Action Bronson.
Imagine my surprise when I found out that Action Bronson wasn’t Ghostface.
Imagine my even greater surprise when I actually saw Action Bronson.
And he was white!
Now, I’m not saying that white boys can’t rap.
Yes. I am.
But that’s besides the point.
Because there are a few white boys that really can rap.
The Beastie Boys.
Eminem.
Mac Miller.
But they are so few and far in between that they’re almost non-existent.
Or extremely rare.
Like the dodo.
I’m just saying.
For the most part, you know when you’ve got a white boy rapper.
There is a twang in their voice.
That’s so…un-urban.
Or their lyrics are so disturbing.
That you definitely know that it’s not a bruh-man on the mike.
Think Stan.
But Action Bronson had me completely twisted.
Because he was spitting pure fire.
And sounded like authentic Wu.
Straight from Shaolin.
All I know is this cat is one to watch.
If you’re not up on Action Bronson, I suggest you get yourself acclimated.
Here is Strictly 4 My Jeeps for your listening pleasure:
And this is for your eyeballs:
You can thank me later.
Stephen Chukumba 