Andre 3000 and Cee-Lo Green were injected to the womb by ATL-bound extraterrestrials. ODB evolved from amoeba to man in the NY primordial soup that was the crack era. But where the fuck did Dudley Perkins come from? Somewhere in Cali I guess. He surfaced in '95 to drop a feature on Tha Alkaholiks' Coast II Coast under the name Declaime, but for all we know the dude's been at it since Jurassic times. His most recent release, Holy Smokes puts him squarely on the funk-rap radar. Just peep the cover:
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The opener, "To Declaime," pits Perkins over an acid-dripping beat from producer and friend Muldrow, and the MC goes in hard with a draggy, inverted flow that tests limits in rhyme-length and rhythm. It's a good intro to the album, but really one song can't do the whole justice. Perkins covers every topic from roach-smokin to politics, spitting with equal care over all. Throw in a cohesive, personalized body of production, and the result is a doorway into that other dimension, where booty-shaking is the preeminent form of prayer, and mythic battles between MCs and right-wing giants overrun the earth. Quite a magnificent place to be.
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