My spicco Halfa Brick puts the "funk" in machine gun! Fast witted street savy lyricist delivering that platano Brugal flow... tato and all that sun. While his name boast an infamous controlled substance, so does his addictive word play that cooks to perfection on any bangin' beat the young Lord blesses, no Hotep intended.
The critics are raving, calling Halfa Brick the next best thing since "yo momma" jokes. If Hip Hop was gay he'll be a bag of dicks. (Pro homo) Luckily this is barefoot machete music. Halfa cranks out that Queens hood vibe topped off with a poetic intelligence us golden era afficionados have grown to love. "The Street Analyst" mixtape is available for free d/l, its formatted more like an LP with original treats. It served as his debut and although still under the radar its considered an underground classic.
"I thoroughly enjoyed every track" - Don Francisco (Sabado Gigante)
Keeping it true to his Queens NY Dominican roots, not only will Halfa ox your face off, he'll fry you the illest piece of queso tropical any corner bodega has to offer. Being one third of the Hip Hop elite, its only right he serves you that white.
Once upon a time in pre colonial Colombia an Indian Chief named "FOUL" roamed the wild jungles of South America. He defended his tribes people from the pillaging Spaniards. In the mix of all the turmoil, his own daughter fell in love with a young Spaniard named Francisco.
Feeling betrayed by his daughter, he summoned all the evil nature spirits his will could muster and damned the new family blood line. The ritualistic dance form known only back then as the spirit break, was his final act of sacrafice. Several millenia later the setting is now a concrete jungle; a metropolitan moshepit where Spicco is the sole decendant of a scorned legacy. He spits until the veins on his neck look like green graffiti, until his eyes are bleeding. Blessed with a super natural endowed member he vows to restore the balance of love and hatred. Determined to fuck the system over he hits the pad with a vengeance.
Big Spicco stars in "Last of the New Yorkers"
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Let's keep it really real, for real... When it comes to Hip Hop music, New York City will forever breed the rawest emcees, PERIOD. Some might take offense and others will agree but none can deny the truth in the statement. Raw lyricism has permeated all walks of life but where it all started its where is at.
A few of generations later Big Ab is on the scene. Now, before I go any further and give you a bucket list of what makes my dude Ab such an ill artist, you have to understand all the elements of this fuc*ing culture. Expression at its core has to be organic and authentic.
If you really want a bio you'll have to purchase or download that next banga, the whole story dwells within the music. If you insist on knowing the basics though, he's from Far Rockaway Queens, enjoys thick midgets and is other worldly on the low... In between time, TURN THAT UP!