Ayo whattup…its ya boy Big Ghost once again aka the mighty Hands of Zeus aka Shampoo Bracelets the panty melter aka the world famous Cocaine Biceps aka the illustrious Phantom Raviolis aka Thor Molecules the great aka ya boy Spartacus Deluxe aka the unfuckwittable Broccoli Bundles aka ya man Divine Snowcones…also known as the one n the only Caviar Tusks namsayin. Welcome back to the Cappuccino Lounge…feel free to caress the velvet walls n be in awe of the fur upholsteries n shit nahmean. First off I got some important shit I wanna address one time namsayin. It got to do wit the culture n the music I love…the shit I be feelin as though I gotta duty to help preserve n uphold at all times namsayin. Word life…this aint jussa hobby or a pastime b…I be puttin my heart n soul into this shit. It aint bout whether Im gettin bread from doin it. I BEEN doin it. I been showed love to the greatest in all facets of this hip hop shit b. Whether its the MCs or the producers or the graffiti writers n straight up artists to the ones who document the shit…the photographers n the magazine journalists n the authors n the reviewers n the bloggers n the fashion or clothing designers… Im sayin ALL them muthafuckas yo. But for me it always comes back to that one element of this shit…the nucleus of this hip hop shit…the DJ.
Bein that we live in a day n age where it aint a lot of muthafuckas who respect the artform like that…the game been saturated witta whole lotta bullshit namsayin. Ion mean like its a few bullshit ass muthafuckas out there thats fuckin up the game n disrespectin the art…Im sayin its the MAJORITY of muthafuckas who mess wit this hip hop shit that contribute nothin but garbage n be poisonin the well son. Unfortunately tho…the actual epicenter of the hip hop universe (the DJ) is the most tainted part of it all nahmean. Yo the DJ is the most contaminated n disrespected product of this artform b. Son what happened to the integrity? Radio DJs might got it the worst…niggas aint breakin no records like they use to yo. Ion give a fuck what radio programmers n some corny suits is pushin n what Clear Channel wants me to hear bruh…fuckouttahere. I understand niggas gotta eat but the shit is some kinda atrocity b.
To make the shit een more fucked up they lettin jus any corny ass DJ get on the ones n twos at these parties n big ass events too now. These windup toy ass muthafuckas who put the D n the J in front of they names n act like they kno whats really really good. Son…they lettin Paris Hilton call herself a DJ n spin at parties. Meanwhile its niggas who been spent damn near they whole life perfectin the art that jus be slippin thru the cracks n shit. Its digustin b. Then you got rap niggas at they show n its no DJ at all…jussa band or some shit like that. Cmon son.
Acceptin that its some disrespectful shit happenin is jus one half of the muthafuckin jigsaw puzzle tho namsayin. Understandin the ORIGINS is ya own best defense against some corny shit interferin wit ya road to greatness in life tho. For example that triflin shit on Drake’s “Pound Cake” joint wit Jay-Z that I had touched on in my NWTS review. Im sayin shit was cooooo…I wasnt mad at that shit. At least not until Timbaland corny ass started doin all that mouth scratchin n makin like the 17th reference to Wu Tang on the album by recyclin Method Man’s C.R.E.A.M. hook nahmean. Timbo aint invent that shit or nothin neither n its some dudes like Rahzel who really made that shit into its own art…but that was back when DJs was still flourishin bruh. In 2013 niggas could really use some shine cuz its millions of DJs in the world who coulda did some actual authentic shit on that muthafucka had Drizzy n em chose to go the more admirable n honorable route on that shit but they aint do that right cuz Drake also happen to be a dude obsessed wit takin selfies n videos of hisself at the gym to prove Johnny really got him pushin two plates n also the type who might come across some niggas playin cee-lo n be like YO LET PAPI GET SOME n then get down on all fours in the dog position to throw the dice n shit like that so I aint een gotta explain to you why he would advocate some bullshit like that since he not exactly known for bein a standup nigga wit admirable traits n shit namsayin. But yo thats another story for another day b.
Thats why when you talk bout DJs nowadays yo you gotsta take it back to the essence…you gotta do deeper…to the ones that respect the craft the most…the ones who carry on the legacies of the architects of this DJing shit (Im talkin Grandmaster Flash, Afrika Bambaataa, DJ Kool Herc n Grand Wizard Theodore )…the ones who really OVERstand the science behind how to rock a party…the ones that uphold the history of the music…ones who sacrificed they lunch money n starved theyself at school so they could use the dough to buy new records…the ones who came up in the battle scenes n spent hours n hours n hours in they bedrooms perfectin routines n learnin new tricks n worked they way to top of the pyramid n fall under that elite class of DJ…the ones who use the turntable n the mixer as they sword n shield when they go into battle….Im talmbout the turntablists.
The man I wanna speak on today happen to go by a couple names…one of which happens to be The Ablist…but he more famously known to the world as the one n only DJ Rob Swift aka Brolic Arms namsayin. I been a fan of son since back in the early 90s b…in the midst of all that classic shit nahmean. I always had a love for the art of DJ’n namsayin…I use to love all that shit. I STILL do nahmean…I was always a fan of DJ Cash Money n DJ Jazzy Jeff n DJ Scratch n DJ Aladdin…but when the X-Men (later known as The X-Ecutioners) came along…n the Invisibl Skratch Piklz n the Beat Junkies started percolatin…yo thats when the shit really caught on for me. It was like DJs went from bein in the background standin behind rappers doin they little zigga zigga thing durin hooks to bein like they own bands n shit. It was like a DJ renaissance was takin place nahmean.
My mans Rob Swift is amongt the greatest of the great when it comes to this DJing thing b. Apart from bein a humble dude he also happen to be one of the gatekeepers n best teachers of his craft namsayin. Heres son doin his thing at the Scratch DJ Academy droppin jewelz on his students like Mr Miyagi n shit…
If any yall ever fucked wit the idea of learnin to DJ…this the dude yall want encouragin you n dropping infinite jewelz on you along the way b. Son also jus dropped his latest DVD called Master Class. Whether you lookin for inspiration or you jussa fan n you wanna glimpse into the kinda dedication it takes to master ya domain…I highly recommend yall cop this shit. My mans gon take you on a journey b. You can peep all that goodness n more at RobSwift.com