Analysis Of The Movie How Father Time A Deadbeat

Saba - â€Å"ComfortZone† â€Å"How father time a deadbeat Maybe I m adopted That ll explain why all of my shit been so timeless†¦Ã¢â‚¬  When I woke up on the sunny morning of May 2, 2013 I had no clue that hip-hop, in my eyes, would change forever. But that’s exactly what happened when I hopped in my car, plugged in my iPod, rolled the windows down and turned the volume just past blaring as â€Å"Even better than I was the last time†¦Ã¢â‚¬  poured through my speakers. For a lot of reason’s Chance the Rapper’s critically acclaimed mixtape Acid Rap morphed the rap genre for me: No longer do rhymes have to be structured and/or neat. Beats don’t have to bang. And it really is okay for hip-hop, which has long been a â€Å"tough guys† genre, to be eccentric. Plainly put, Acid Rap was outside the box. Out of my comfort zone. Plus it acted as a flood gate – opening wide and unleashing a unending hoard of pent-up talent from Chicago into the realms of legitimacy on the national scene. The movement couldn’t have happened at a better time, either, as the popular â€Å"drill movement† had seemingly taken a strangle hold on the bloody streets of Chi-raq. One of those talents – A barely 19-year-old Tahj Chandler, aka Saba from the West-Side collective PivotGang, has had my attention ever since he spit the multifaceted lines above. Saba easily had one of the standout feature verses on Acid Rap, and closed out out of my favorite tracks â€Å"Everybody’s Something† with a self-fulfilling prophecy – his music really is