“Chickety-choco, the chocolate chicken
Half Choco-Taco, quarter Chippewa Indian.”
Sick song, funny video and lyrics that get stuck in my head all day. Mad love for DR.
A really well-written essay that starts off with an introduction to Das Racist and quickly ascends into a talk about the Indian-American cultural affairs of the last thirty years, how hip hop affected that and what exactly Das Racist has to do with all this.
It’s incredible how much I can relate to this, as an Hispanic. Completely different, I know, but my parents did that exact same things and I grew up in very similar circumstances. I especially connected with the part about Menezes’ going to an all-white school and then returning to a home where everyone is like you. That’s elementary school all the way for me.
It’s a long read, but totally worth it.
Mmm, I love this song. Heems’ rapping begins pretty badly but then it picks up so nicely, it’s now my favorite part of the song.
This album as a whole turned out quite nicely. “Relax,” “Happy Rappy,” “Brand New Dance” and “Shut Up, Man” are all stand-outs in my book. “Girl” right here though is the one I’ve been bumping the most.
Dammit, I love DR.
By ROB SHEFFIELD
SEPTEMBER 13, 2011
And to think it all started with “Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell.” The hip-hop jokers in Das Racist have grown into acerbic satire hustlers - they sound like Cheech and Chong, if those guys were into rhymes like, “No trustem whitefaceman like Geronimo/Tried to go to Amsterdam, they threw us in Guantánamo.” The trio’s first official (i.e., for profit) LP has one-liners over beats from Diplo and El-P. Their political humor is, as they say, “dark like the rainbow in a Ronnie James Dio joint.” But they also love dumb wordplay (“Don King playing Donkey Kong”), video games and girls whose hair smells like Newports.
(Source: Rolling Stone)
You feel me? Holla!
Really fucking weird music video. Loved the appearances at the end.
Naming a band is no easy feat. For Brooklyn-based rappers Das Racist, their attention-getting moniker has become as much a hindrance as a help.
“Everyone tries to make a joke every time you say it,” sighs Victor Vazquez, a 27-year-old San Francisco transplant who met bandmate…
That’s stupid
I’m stupid
Don’t listen to what I say
Don’t spend your time worrying about what I think about
Pop champagne
Have a good time
Wild out wild out wild out!
There’s so many ways to wild out.



