Lately I’ve been hearing alot of people saying they want a new artist to come along with some “raw shit.”
Raw shit means different things to different people. Some may mean 1997 DMX, 2001 T.I. or 2002 50 Cent. Others may mean early Waka Flocka.
I’m not saying that this dude Armstrong from Orlando is any of them, but judging from how Florida is currently riding for him, it seems like they’ve elected the next guy they are getting behind.
If you’re expecting lyrical wizardry, you may want to look elsewhere. But, if you were a fan of Plies when he first came out, or Bloodraw before he hooked up with Young Jeezy, you may have found your guy.
I got a chance to read his bio recently too, and it sounds like a script from a long lost movie that the Hughes Brothers and John Singleton made together in 1992, heavy shit.
Here’s one piece of it:
“At age 12, he was arrested and sentenced to juvenile detention for selling nearly-pure cocaine in a school zone, kicking off an adolescence spent in and out of various correctional facilities. After serving a 20 month sentence in Orange County Jail, the 19 year old decided on a change. From 2000 to 2007, he found a knack not only for robbery, hustling drugs and various other criminal enterprises, but also for avoiding incarceration. With money came leisure and Armstrong began dipping into recording studios, cutting his first song in 2003 and dropping his first mixtape “Money Bag” in 2005. “Making music came easy and for me it was just a hobby,” he points out, although the project soon began to create a buzz in the Central Florida area.”
I was talking to some folks over the weekend about music stuff, and I’ve heard alot of people say they they don’t really care to hear about how “real” or “hard” someone is anymore. Everybody just wants to get money and party like back in the day. Where do you stand on that? Do you still like to hear stories from Every Ghetto, USA or would you rather forget about your struggles and party?
I’m kind of in between.