Libby-Shimmz's audio Reviews on Newgrounds

[toggaf a era uoy]

I've been happening upon a tonne of dope Drumfunk. (Paradox, Macc, sileni) and figured I'd go onto NG to see if anyone put any Drumfunk up. Yours is the only track I've found.

It's a shame this is so short. I really feel this could lead somewhere great given more length.

The synth that pops up at ~0:49, that's a sytrus preset innit?

[Spironolactone]

I find it ironic that I came across a track with the name of a medication I'm taking, haha. Any specific reason why you decided to name this chune after a diuretic/Testosterone Blocker?

Trippy styles you've got going. Very innovative. Wish you had more chunes this year, your output from last year is ill as all get out.

I'm really digging what you did with the vocal sample here. And those keys in the beginning which sound like they originate from a the same vox, I might be wrong, but those are dope regardless.

4/5 9/10 for length. Wish it was longer personally, only gripe I have.

phosphorusprocedure responds:

Ooh I feel you. I gotta buy an actual desk. Then it'll be a lil easier to make beats like this. The way I got my set up now, it's easier to noodle around on guitar for 5 hours than it is to mess around in FL.

Got a pile of records a few weeks ago, haven't given them a listen yet. Hopefully, I find something cool on those! Thanks for listening, man.

[Lost Together]

I highly appreciate that you put up the lyric sheet as the vocal track could be a tad louder in my opinion. Did Shak master this as well or is the mastering all you?

All in all, I dig the subject matter. Is the 'Turkish' line a jab/comment regarding the recent failed Coup or am I reading to much into your rhymes?

I look forward to more material and possibly working with you again in the future!

Glad you're back! ^_^

Finally, mad props to Shak for supplying a dank trap beat.

Teqneek responds:

Yeah, it was all me mastering. I don't have the best setup, skill, or time to get professional quality, but if possible I'm going to upload a remaster. Bring up the main vocals just a tad more, and lower the dubs.

As far as the line "Turkish and perfect"- prooobably the most "to be taken literally" rhyme I've ever spit. Although the coup was mentioned in some of my throwaway bars. Thanks for listening man, appreciate the feedback.

[The Step]

YOINK!

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

This beat is as phat as my mom's ass crack
Not that she has a fat rear, I just thought that was queer
How you make your drums go down like Apple Beer?
The track is on point, so far from wack backpack

I should record those lines (as well as write a complete verse) to this and put it up. It's been a whole YEAR since I've put spits on wax.

All in all, this is a quirky, fun, phresh beat Bou!

Keep releasing your old unreleased gems. I do so through my Throwback Thursday joints. ^_^

10/10 5/5

BOULLIE responds:

You can do better than those lines right there

Thanks. I'm trying not to have every upload be something previously unreleased, just haven't made anything really fresh lately. It's like my drumpad is an old fruit stand. No flies and shit but the tomatoes are looking a bit bruised ya know?

I caught your TT beat it was nice

[Conscientiously Famous]

Dope bars son!

[Achilles]

I love the quaint human touches the cuts of the break has, really makes me think as if this was made by scratch on an MPC or Akai, even though I'm well aware you use FL. A combination of the two perhaps?

Those subtle vibes every second measure within the loop of cuts on the sample make my inner psyche squee with giddiness. ^,_,^

This just oozes Jazz-Hop. Well done as well as copious amounts of kudos mein freund.

That is all.

B-RadGfromOV responds:

Thanks man, yeah all FL, just tweaked the drum chops a bit on the playlist jank.

[Get Ready]

Now I want to take that 'beat jumpin' like a barrel of monkeys' line and put it atop my latest Dubstep beat. The beat in said track is jumpy of sorts.

I digress, haha.

Based on your words here and in your previous MC projects that I've heard, I feel as if you're one of the few great barrel-fulls of Millennials that are 'awake' if that makes sense.

The 'runts,' 'trends,' 'common sense,' ' 'deities,' etc. lines really speak to me in particular.

I will give my honest opinion of the frozen beat in its review section after I do one thing.

I will now attempt to transcribe this dope-ass verse. Feel free to correct the mistakes I know I will inevitably make. ^_*

Get ready people, this lyrical thread the needle
Set to record threat, defeat the beat heads, let it repeat
It's very funky, beat keep jumpin' like a barrel of monkeys
Tear it up, though I dare to pair it with derelict rhymes
Where to get air time, parrot kaleidoscopic
Eye sockets are my binoculars, spyin' what's behind an obvious front
Fuckin' runts, you can think what you want
I duck your punch, jump 'n suck upon a cunt
Run amok among the plots, followin' trends
Your dollars into the pockets of ninjas engineering the social motion
Oh shit have you read the fine print?
We got no common sense
Worse more than once your first born spawned your done, signed in
Allow me to chime in with the tiniest violin
The notable (nod-able?) bobble-headed prodigy (died?)
While he's combining vial knowledge with volatile file types toggling viral infections
All my selections too sick sit and insertin' a rootkit
The brutes boot kick the tooth
The doogety two shoes loose with the swiftness
Can you feel the winged heel of the Achilles?
Lift 'em and stomp mud holes for really straight out the spine
A competent rhymer off ta' take a prominent place at the top
Takin' my time whilst stop and laugh at the face of the clock
It's not a race so quit chasin', break or get back to the basics
I got it locked like a roster, head nod the bass when it knocks
It's confidence it's not cockiness when I say that I'm godly
Creatin' oddities, causin' earthquakes and breakin' the rocks
Can't concede, I'm conceded, my tummy grumbles, it's greedy
It's hungry, feed it plenty of green, I don't want money, I need it
Judgment, leave it to deities, pick the one you believe in
Let's see him punish ya G, hear me, he'd need the heat of the sun to beat me
For me to sweat to run he'd need three-hundred degrees of these easily
But if even feasible for evil to ? (lease?)

Only a couple of words near the halfway point and the last two words were hard to hear.

Seems a certain individual is well-versed with Viruses... >.> ......didifindmrrobot?....... <.< (flees scene)

I do well with said transcription?

Keep on' keepin' on Bradley-san! (Apologies if it's just Brad, not enough syllables in my head to have it sound right. :-D

B-RadGfromOV responds:

Thanks for the kind words man! And you are very close, which I'm glad of, it means I'm at least intelligible. I corrected just a few things but you were right there!

Get ready people, this lyric will thread the needle
Set to records bred to feed the beat heads, let it repeat
It's very funky, beat keep jumpin' like a barrel of monkeys
Tear it up, though I dare to pair it with derelict rhymes Rare to get air time,
pair of kaleidoscopic eye sockets are my binoculars,
spyin' what's behind an obvious front
Fuckin' runts, you can think what you want
I duck your punch, jump 'n sucker-punt a cunt
Run amok among the plucks following trends
Your dollars enter the pockets of ninjas engineering the social motion
Oh shit have you read the fine print?
We got no common sense
Worse more, they want your first born spawn, you done signed in
Allow me to chime in with the tiniest violin
The nod of a bobble-headed prodigy vibin'
While he's combining vile knowledge with volatile file types toggling viral infections
Of my selection, too sick, sit insertin' a rootkit
The brutes boot kick the tooth
Of do-goody two shoes loose with the swiftness
Can you feel the winged heel of the Achilles?
Liftin to stomp mud holes for real he's straight out the swamp
A competent rhymer often take prominent place at the top
Takin' my time so I stop to laugh at the face of the clock
It's not a race so quit chasin', brake and get back to the basics
I got it locked like a rasta head nod to bass when it knocks
It's confidence not cockiness when I say that I'm godly
Creatin' oddities, causin' earthquakes and breakin' the rocks
K, I concede, I'm conceited, my tummy grumbles, it's greedy
It's hungry, feed it plenty green, I don't want money, I need it
Judgment, leave it to deities, pick the one you believe in
Let's see him punish a G, he'd need the heat of the sun to beat me
For a bead of sweat to run he'd need three-hundred degrees at least, easily,
But a feat infeasible for even the beastliest.

[Wiggle Jiggle Jam]

Dooope bars bois!

Mao's flow was almost on point, even though I get the idea that every time he wraps his cadence is purposefully off-kilter, I'unno anymo' tho'.

Klazik brought that fire like always!

[Cherry Soda]

Dooope!

That flute is ill!

Keep on keepin' on!

[BJ - Goodbye Sober Days]

Dope! Took me a long time to realize that the Sample was Mr. Bungle. Props to using Mike Patton as an outlet for this beast!