Due: May 22
Industry Spiel: Independent rap icon El-P is set to release his long awaited new solo album Cancer For Cure, at his new home Fat Possum on May 22, 2012. The new album marks his first full length rap album since 2007's critically acclaimed I'll Sleep When You're Dead, though El-P's rap trajectory has been on a steady ascent following a prolific year that saw high profile appearances on Das Racist's mixtape and debut album, a hugely buzzed Adult Swim single "Drones Over BKLYN", a verse (which made Stereogum's top 10 guest verses of the year) on one of the year's biggest online hits, Mr Muthafuckin' eXquire's "Huzzah", among several other honors. The record is arriving hot on the heels of the new Killer Mike album R.A.P. Music, which El-P produced in full and is already making huge noise with its first single "BIG BEAST (featuring BUN B, T.I. and TROUBLE)", which was awarded Pitchfork's rare Best New Track designation.
Cancer For Cure takes another huge leap forward from the production work of his 2010 instrumental album weareallgoingtoburninhellmeggamixxx with a bombastic collision of synths, bottomless bass tones, live instrumentation, ear-worming melody, and tightly coiled drum patterns, setting the standard for hip hop production higher than ever. The obvious diversion from the previous album is the presence of El-P's ever-developing vocal style, continuing to raise the bar on his already highly verbose flow that swiftly and muscularly navigates a rapidfire explosion of syllabic conundrums and quick-witted elocutions full of heart, purpose, style and grit. Rounded out by feature appearances by a host of high profile guests including Killer Mike, Danny Brown, Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire, Paul Banks (Interpol), and more this will easily be one of the year's most talked about albums.
Lyrics to first single "The Full Retard", taken from El's Blogger site, I'm Going To Stab You.
got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie, walk with an army on me, stalked by the harm and armor posse,
prolly, got me, on a radar with a dot these, watching, plotting minions of the lower god scene,
shit hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging I'm a rocky, run a hundred a mile before my coffee,
shitty little sick kid, the Gippers hitting for dolo now I'm rarified, signal lit verified bossy,
fuck your droid noise, void boys 'noid ploy,
oi oi, i'll rugby kick the shit out your groin boy
oi ve, the slayers of your harmony porn life, throat fuck your lucky day the flight of a torn kite
holy smokes, city blown to the bone the death server, fit a Heartz with a burner, whip to the church of murder sermon,
just a cassandra too drained to painfully word it further
future of a gerbil up ass of masochist thats my word up,
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
pump this shit,
in your floating whip system
pump this shit,
in the bread line, the prison,
pump this shit,
from the chip under your wrist skin,
I am sam, i am known to go H.A.M., the full retard
playing taps on a keytar, in the Benz or the Beamer,
either, etherlicious or rebel yelling the theme of
son of forgotten freedom, rebel ariba riba
metal and man have melted, settle in to the FEMA, dream a,
your polluted house speaker, leader
yes indeed a, dawn of the dirt and doom draws nearer,
here's a mirror mirror to peer, fear grows clearer,
steer a, path away from the panic of our era,
pyramided ocular, unlided insignia
weirder heres another burner born and big in ya
sector, rectified and fly sound selector,
I'm a, fucking ill, trill, kill at will etc.,
brooklyn to the basic DNA math measurer,
better leave the lion alone do not pet him he'll
fuck start your burp hole, jet in burgundy pleather
woah
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
where harmony and love reign
no longer do we live in a society bent on it's own destruction
children of every race, creed and religion frollick through fields
of golden dandelions
those who know lust trust the flow is disgust touch, producto back rap rush, you'll notice the lad crush.
im potent, intact, a black hearted and lunged up,
tarded and touched plus designer of funk rust,
oh el is back on that shit, huh? that Paincave Kid talk, at the end of the painbow, the permanant stain bop,
maligning my name will holy ark up your squads face, viewers of the divine rage learn to worship the hard way,
you get it? i don't fade, just float where the poem slays, at home with a roach hazed, alone or with hoes great,
i called but got a tone better boat out the borough post haste,
Download the song at this dump.
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