You are a "G" If YOU Remember this Video

[MusicConsulting]

Probably the best use of loop "Everybody loves the Sunshine", check out the cuts…

Notice a few things

1) He didn't need 8000 people in the video behind him w/ out his shirt off

2) Didn't flash any money or have a bunch of video vixens looking vapidly…

3) The other important thing? He just dropped lyrics w/out any ignorant code speak, the dude just smoothly spoke and clearly expressed his rhyming ability.

But there was something that was a mystery to me, this video got a lot of rotation on video channels but no album or EP just that 12".

And then I find out this info:

Pallas records was distributed by Universal, which is to say that they were under the umbrella of the biggest record label in the world. At the time, hiphop icon Fab 5 Freddy was employed as their CEO, but in hindsight it would appear that Fab 5's talents lay in areas other than label and artist management. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Erule's 12" single "Listen Up" with the b-side "Synopsis" was released in the summer of 1994 and was a semi-substantial hit. At this juncture let me provide a bit of a disclaimer. The truth is that I am hardly a disinterested party in this analysis, in that Erule's "Listen Up / Synopsis" single is probably my favorite rap single - ever. Ever ever. If I was stuck on an island with only three songs to listen to for the rest of my days, it would easily by my number one draft pick. You want evidence of my allegiances? I'll call this Exhibit A:

But it gets crazier, E Rule released a debut album in 2001 and this is what he had to say in the liner note thank yous:

"KING ISLAM WOULD LIKE TO SEND A VERY, VERY SPECIAL LOVE TO BILAL POLSON (JACOB/YACUBI) AT RAXOR SHARP RECORDS FOR SHOWING ME THAT EVEN YOUR OWN BROTHER CAN TURN YOU OVER TO THE F.B.I. AND SELL ERULE AS A SLAVE TO THE SLAVE MASTER PIMPS AT PALLAS RECORDS FOR HIS OWN MONEY, POSITION, AND POWER. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR OWN WAYS AND ACTIONS AND STOP CAUSING TROUBLE AMONGST THE RIGHTEOUS. THANK YOU

TO JEROME (1ST ROUND CEO) FROM EAST WEST RECORDS WHO STARTED PALLAS RECORDS WITH MATSUO'S MONEY AND HIS OWN BLOOD, SWEAT, TEARS, LIES AND BROKEN DREAMS. THANK YOU FOR TEACHING BILAL HOT TO DECEIVE HIS THREE BROTHERS TO SIGN WITH PALLAS RECORDS. WE APPRECIATE YOU TEACHING HIM HOW TO SNAKE US AND SHOWING HIM HOW TO BE A BETTER SNAKE OIL SALESMAN. WE KNOW IT WASN'T PERSONAL BUT ONLY BUSINESS

TO FAB FIVE FREDDY (2ND ROUND C.E.O.) I WOULD LIKE TO PERSONALLY SAY THANK YOU FOR ALL THE HELP YOU DID NOT GIVE US. THAT INCLUDES ALL THE FAKE ASS BUDGET REPORTS, WASTED DINNERS, LIES, WEAK ASS BEDTIME STORIES AND PHONY TOURS. THANK YOU FOR NOT PUTTING OUT THE PROJECT. YOU SAVED OUR LIVES.

...PALLAS RECORDS AS A WHOLE, FLATLAND REGION HAS ONE THING TO SAY, fukk ALL YA AND THANK YOU FOR TEACHING US HOW TO BECOME AN INDEPENDENT LABEL AND TAKE OUR OWN MONEY IN THIS GAME. YOU FOOLS MADE US RICH, THANK YOU! PUNKS"

Classic shyt right there…. Fab 5 Freddy was the CEO? Pallas Records, huh, I need to hear some intel why E-Rule never had a album, what did he say at those meetings?


Listen up, check it, E-Rule's about to wreck it
No anaphora in my aura, verse I got the works when I freak it
Disarm unique wits warms I seek it
Diaphoretic in the energetic
More than motion draws up kinetic, being combined with the vibe
Not a man'll transcribe, though they tried
I jot down in all and I do it all indeed I rock the whole jam
Chumps know the program, identical to no man
When I get busy who is he
My formula rhymes
In parallel lines in perfect, mics to short circuit
Hark, it's worth it
I'm on the brink of blowin up, y'all
Examine hits however they fall with mics in flight
Graphic when I grabs it, gab with forms of this sort
Words I comports with no buts ands or ifs
Laid on the reel, eventually the skill'll build
I bag a ?? of the ?? ism, ill and chill
When I feel I grow like shrubs over dubs indulging buds
Maybe 4-20 Team hits on the elements of green
What's the word? Travel more than six-third
Brothers in mad words to build upon the scene for the time being
Dips that intervene God, what's the catch
Knows I can't freak a sketch, got a panoramic view
Plus I'm true, pull no stunts on the crew or you're through
That's a fact, future knack flung by the tongue
Hark to what the God brung, listen up

[Hook]
{*cuts and scratches*}
"Listen!"
"Listen up, lend me your ear, stop and stare.."
"Listen!"
"Listen up, lend me your ear, stop and stare.."
"Listen!"
"Listen up, lend me your ear, stop and stare.."
"Listen!"

[E-Rule]
Flip I'm bagging your click, mark my words
See you never knew
You wouldn't boast at all if you had heard my skills
Secluded in my unit rip rhymes to flow fluent
Manifest my Flatlands style
Be direct from the West I flare form and dare chumps to test
Try and press, I evansesce the stress, more or less
Marvelous my drifts, I stride boroughs through the fifth
When I shift my zone, got melodic tone
Flows I freak course
The mic my resource, so let me go on and check
Live and direct, to wreck a technique, I freak mad, mad mystique
When I speak, I peak, E-Rule's unique
[Fly as well??], spark like a [super bell??] blastin'
Punks are plastic, I'm drastic, ill like Romana
Diggin Afrodonna's in order, no game retain my name
Here it is E-Rule supreme I get biz, you know the scene
That you quote, check what I wrote, recaps responses
No nonsense, here it is in true confound mannerism
Swarms gettin warm due to lingo that I give em
Like that, while you hark to my wis'
Checkin for the sound God and there it is

[Hook]

[E-Rule]
Fresh in the mind to freak thought in writing rhyme
Born and inclined, I'm juking no chimes, Sign of the no-Times
I make a killin', talkin' willin' got the feelin'
All my skill and functions are modulations as I break trends
Meetin' ends with [mellifluous??] my God sends
Got the format, many swore that, I wouldn't drop
Now I got props, you heard my chumpie, I never slump
See punks are left back, I'm ill like Lefrak, when I kick
My tone slick drifts to fit, manifestin' this
Darts thoughts emerge on a hit
You know this foul words you never utter
Cause you know the God's butter
Got my game down pat so my sound's fat
Flow from the end of the pound tracks, rip it then max
I be's aloof to the punks, flowin' the gimmicks and acts
I got the formula, I'm warnin' ya the vibe be mad ill
Expade'in through the feel you're feelin', it's that appealin'
Greenbacks I'm reelin', aloof to kids who be stealin'
I ?? ?? not a punk or servile
I'm magnanimous, I grow like canibus, never animus
When I unfold, hope the next man don't plan to bust gold
My form is, after swarm is, enormous the wordin
Of born is, showin em all what gettin warm is
Indeed, harken as I proceed
E-Rule the wise appraise 'em all
Got a next level song and then I'm gone

[Hook]

 

[Bickin Back Being Bool]

that was my shyt