Still My Jam: Life Of The Party


Back before J. Cole was writing songs about his fucked up teeth or before Petey Pablo was freakin leaks, there was Little Brother. With Phonte and Big Pooh on the mic and 9th Wonder on the boards, Little Brother made some of the best music to ever come out of North Carolina but never attained the mainstream success their talent deserves. This particular cut featuring a hook from the eternally lovely Carlita Durand is a rarity but also one of the best examples of the depth of lyricism and concepts that exist in southern hip hop. Phonte’s verse in particular should be drafted into the manifesto for underground rappers that would rather hone their craft than lust after the lime light. Sometimes you gotta just be content with being the biggest rap star in your apartment complex.


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