Readers of this blog are
probably familiar with Mr Complex, who got his start with Organized Konfusion as part of the Organismz. He was also a part of the Polyrhythm Addicts, and he went on to do plenty of solo material. He's one of many artists who got a lot of exposure working the radio circuit, and here I have a few WKCR/WNYU freestyles from the late 90's, and some of his early 12"s. He definitely has a distinctive style, you have to pay attention to what he says, you may even have to play his shit a few times before you catch everything. You can get everything below in the zip or or peep them individually...
Freestyles-
Live WNYU April 1997
Live WNYU April 1998 (with Apani B Fly)
Live WNYU
Live WKCR CM Fam show (with J-Live)
Live WKCR
12"s-
A lot of people probably first heard about Complex on 'Visualize' produced by Spinna, but this is Mr Complex's first solo release in 1995 on Core records. My favorite track on here of the three is 'Feel me'
I caught these next two 12"s recently in the dollar bins, don't sleep on Complex . This joint is called 'Imakillit', from 1999.
This one is from 2000 called
'Do it Up' on Blindside records
Yoooooo thanks for upping these.
ReplyDeleteThis dude was always dynamite off the head. Some great stuff here.
There's one freestyle I wish I still had.
I don't know if anybody remembers back in '98-'99 that Eddie Ill & DL had weekly shows/mixes up on Sandbox.com and Complex came through one week and just tore that shit down.
I remember one line, something like "the plex hex got you caught in the dimensions of a hexagon".
One of the illest freestyles I've ever heard.
I would LOVE to hear that shit again if anybody has it.
Again, good lookin' on these.
Dope Freestyles! I'm Rhymin is my favorite Complex joint!
ReplyDeleteNes you able to link up at Mr Walt Mix?
Thanks
Mr. Complex - I’m Rhymin’
ReplyDeleteI got so many rhymes
if I try to kick them all the the mic will go heavy
To the point where I can’t lift it
See I don’t get lifted
I’m a gifted
individual
I got raps for your whole fam
Like snacks
And they’re wrapped
individual
Look at me
I’m all that in audio and visual
Clean your ears
beside your head
Then you can visual
…ize
Why do you keep telling me those lies?
[ ] your disguise
Cause I’m on the mic and realize
A black cat
so don’t you cross the path
You should cross your eyes
Cause once I cross my T’s
and then I dot my I’s
You know
It gets written
In battles and ballots
I’m always getting written-in
To be a number one candidate
The beat’s got a
Big bottom
I wonder can I date?
Cause it would be a night to remember
Like rimmin and kissin
Remmin and niscin’
And dissin; yeah I remember
But how soon you forget
I;m a faze ya
A few seconds to get from in front of
One, two, three, four, now git.
I rhyme with the same word
Say word
And if you haven’t heard
well then you’ll have to ask your herb
I’m rhymin the same word
The same verb
And if you haven’t heard
well then you’ll have to ask your herb
I get funky fresh
She kneed me, in the nuts
Now for once in my life I have someone that needs me
No longer the problem
I rise
yo dig it jive turkey
I am a fiend of the hip hop
Before the wack I go cold turkey
You heat me up like that sandwich
You put me to sleep like the sandman that’s been cursed
by the sand witch
From the sands of Sahara
I’m [part rock?] and I’m captain crunchin’ crews phones
And I’m beamin up Sahara
So warp speed, Sulu
Don’t you know that I’m a solo…
Ist
You might miss
Because I’m so low
I’m so deep
Even if you bring on a fleet of klingons
You’re not so deep
To realize
I can’t swim
When…
I’m on the mic
I’m out for the win
When…
I rhyme with the same word
Say word
And if you haven’t heard
We’ll then you’ll have to ask your herb
I’m rhymin the same word
Say word
And if you haven’t heard
We’ll then you’ll have to ask your herb
My name is complex
I’m very complex
I have a complex
Plus I’m comp: don’t flex
See I want to take this hip hop like way out
Way out
I got the wack looking for the way out
Put you out of sight
Out of mind
The out-of-line
Be comin’ up blind
The time is mine
Now to [ ] your mind
Don’t start jerk
Because the artwork is fine
How you doing? Fine!
Listen, this is fine
You bite the line you pay the fine
You basic black
I reside
in Southside, Jamaica, Queens
Which means I’m a fat jam-maker
So don’t mistake and take the Mr.
for granted
Because I write the rhymes right
Because rights I was granted
like wishes
But her number one fantasy
Is to see me become a star
So she can become my number one
fan-to-see
I don’t get grands to see
Me
On the boob tube
But I recall flippin’ the bottles through the [?]