Pharrell unleashes Skateboard P on Future’s gloriously ratchet “Move That Dope”
As the coke-rap genre goes, Future’s new devastatingly effective guilty pleasure, “Move That Dope,” isn’t trying to re-create the TRAP wheel. This is a high grade, don’t-judge-me-for-liking-this-shit, national “nigga” anthem that checks all the boxes in the ratchet department. And it all starts with an obnoxiously ominous 808 attack, courtesy of producer Mike WiLL Made It, which will surely become one of those ubiquitous beats that seemingly every MC will jump on to exploit its meaty space. It’s so rhyme friendly in fact that Future doesn’t even bother with breaking out the Auto-Tune. “Been rockin’ the dope, soon as it get off the boat/Keepin’ it soft like a mink/Gold on my link/coke in the sink,” he fires off.
The momentum is further elevated when thinking man’s D-boy Pusha T brandishes his grizzled lyrical wordplay with an effortless sneer when he asserts, “When they sayin’ it’s 42 for that white powder/I knows better/Get it nigga?/I nose better, put a smile on the devil’s face…” And Future’s own brother Casino gets his licks in dropping some of the most blatant, unintelligible verses this side of Young Thug of “Danny Glover” fame.
The wild card though is the return of Pharrell Williams to the thugged-out confines of his time as musical mastermind behind modern coke-rap godfathers the Clipse. To be frank, 2013’s comeback king is no dummy. Skateboard P treads on this dangerous street terrain with meticulous skill because he understands he’s no curve-serving goon. Pharrell is the affable, self-effacing guy with the Dudley Do-Right lid and a murderer’s row of gorgeous cohorts who also happens to break bread with some real killers and former pharmaceutical entrepreneurs.
“The Gandalf hat and the weird ass clothes/That’s Comme des Garçons and the Buffalo/I know gorillas with the triggers that’s on a banana clip,” he explains, only to later slip in some do-gooder consciousness (“All that war, we need to let that go…”). So is Mr. “Happy” trying to have it both ways? Will his new branch of “Blurred Lines”/”Get Lucky” admirers be in utter shock when they hear the man sharing the same booth with cats giving tutorials on how to cook crack? And are we hypocrites for accepting “Move That Dope,” while demonizing say, Chief Keef, because he simply lacks the basic verbal skill to pull off such blissful ignorance? Yes, on all counts. Or, just maybe Pharrell subscribes to the Bronx’s greatest hip-hop poet laureate who once eloquently stated: “You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player, but make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer.” Word to Jeezy. —Keith Murphy (@murphdogg29)