40 Akerz is the individual name used by Skinny Deville and Fishscales from Nappy Roots, which they released this song last year in anticipation of a whole album or mixtape or something that never made the light of day, and now Nappy Roots is in full-on wasted effort to hype up their new Pursuit of Nappyness album coming out in June. For some reason (probably a gift), I have a subscription to Spin magazine, which is basically just a really shitty list every month. Seriously, the internet put magazines out of business because your average music-related message board with more than 9 posters has more content in a week than a Spin magazine has in two months. It's sad. But I put them in my bathroom to look upon while I hide from the world for five minutes at a time. And the last issue had a stupid list of one-hit wonders, which included Gnarls Barkley and Nappy Roots, whose one accepted hit was "Po' Folks" even though I might be wrong but "Aw Naw" was actually more of an actual hit off that debut album than "Po' Folks" was. Nonetheless, ever since I realized, speaking of one-hit wonders, that David Banner's "Cadillac on 22s" was an anomaly rather than his norm (sad as fuck, because that might be the greatest fucking funeral-ready rap song ever made, but one of those underclass funerals held in alternative type of locations where everyone goes to someone's house and cooks out and gets fucked up afterwards, in memory of the deceased), Nappy Roots took over the mellow (real life mellow, laid back and wasted, not bullshit hippie shit like Arrested Development) hip hop southern group with the potential to make the most greatest album ever in the history of ever. Of course they haven't done that, because nobody lives up to their potential in the age of the internet; but they've certainly slowly amassed a rock solid greatest hits collection of rural country black dude hip hop classics, with the aforementioned "Po' Folks" and "Aw Naw", as well as "Good Day" and "Small Town" and the hype single "Ride" for their shit from next month.
And yet, this "Wake Up" fits in perfectly with that motif, and might actually be better than anything else in the Nappy Roots discography. The re-working of the famous Ice Cube line, "wake up in the morning, feeling good, gotta thank god", the chill as fuck acoustified beat, the thick Georgia vibe... it's a solid song. I ain't consulted wikipedia or anything, but for Nappy Roots to be a couple Kentucky dudes, a couple Georgia dudes (Skinny and Scales are from Milledgeville, Georgia, previously unknown until Ben Roethlisberger rocked out with his cock out), and a guy from Tennessee, they must've met at college, and then all dropped out because they were busy selling weed and writing rhymes. Usually I don't torment my family with music first thing in the morning as I put on my lame ass white dude clothes to go administrate the bureacratic paperwork involved in figuring out how cancer and traumatic brain injuries kill people through killing albino rodents, but lately I have been pumping this song on blast as I get ready to leave the house. Oddly enough, that old Killa Army song "Wake Up" was the same way for me for a while back in the day, until my old boss's cassette player in his 4Runner ate the tape. And way back in the day, in high school, I used to rock "I'm A Rebel" by Accept like this as well. First thing in the morning adrenaline rush songs are a good thing to teach my children as an important part of this balanced breakfast. Way better for them than coffee, and far cheaper than Kashi.
STEAL "Wake Up"
NEXT UP: Perhaps advocacy of lucifer from a child of god!
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