Stogie T and Nasty C tag team to one-up keyboard warrior and twitter troll in Stogie T’s newly premiered music video for smash hit ‘DUNNO’.
Mr-Never-Miss-A-Season who concluded season 1 of his critically acclaimed #FreestyleFriday (#MakingSARapAgain x #ApplyPressure) platform at the end of June last year, shifted swifly back to the business of making music as he dropped the infectious and catchy, Dunno featuring the coolest-kid-in-Africa, Nasty C, and yesterday the music video premiered on YouTube.
Poet/MC Stogie T has been in red hot form of late, an unstoppable force since inspiring the South African Hip-Hop community to freestyle fire every Friday, which has led to the Motif Records head honcho inking a deal with Channel O to take season 2 of #FreestyleFriday from his niche Instagram and Twitter pages to the silver screen. With television having higher reach numbers, this is a win for the culture. T’s momentum continues here with this well written and directed film by AMR Singh & Lazarusman that is littered with cinematic references, as he and Jam Afrika Record’s Nasty C star in this epic mini movie. The two tinans previously worked together on Dj Switch’s 2015 “Way It Go” (with that verse from the Kaapstad Naaier & Cape-Crusader, YoungstaCPT ), collaborated on Stogie’s “‘Clean Stuff’’ and more recently, worked together on “All You Do Is Talk’’ (also featuring Boity & Nadia Nakai) where Nasty C has performed catchy and effortless hooks on all the singles. This marks the first time that the Durban MC has had a verse on a solo Stogie T song, and what a verse it is, showing off his versatility as always. The culture hopes this is the first of many verse contributions on Stogie T songs from the man who brought the Juice Back to the game.
Dunno meditates on the many challenges of the fame-and-fortune-filled lives of celebrities, captured aptly in the pre-hook by Nasty C, “I seen it all/I done most, yeah/ Money come, friends come/ Money go, yeah/ Real love, fake love/ I get ’em both” and ascerts that us as fans, outside looking in, do not have the full view and insider perspective into their everyday lives to know that they too experience the everyday hurdles of frenemies and of relative-economic uncertainty, particularly during such trying times where artists, like most workers, are finding it difficult to generate an income as peformance revenue — the main stream of income for most musicians, has dried up. Dunno is a slang version of the widely used contraction, Don’t know, which can be used to communicate all emotions conected with I don’t know, but most commonly employed to express feelings of doubt, confusion and uncertainty. Dunno is referenced after or during a saying of which the general public are assumed to not be knowing — hence hightening your reputation (rappers will be rappers) on the mere basis that you know something others don’t — flexing your insight. And I dunno who would know the strifes of Stogie T and Nasty C better than Boitumelo Molekane and David Junior Ngcobo respectively.
[Verse 1: Nasty C]
I don’t mean to be on my own d*ck
But I was just chilling and listening to me (Me)
Ridin’ down the highway middle finger up, I felt like Mr. Bean (Bean)
Lately I’ve been talking to the reaper
And tryna convince him to let me be (Be)
But somebody gotta have a strap (Strap)
And we all strapped to our seats (Seats)
Cause a lot of n***as is dying in these streets (Streets)
Somebody’s vhaying this week
I don’t wanna be seen on the side of the road
And my body wrapped up like sweets (Sweets)
The 23-year-old rapper, who has most of his life still ahead of him, does not wish for his inevitable existential end to come prematurely, as he negotiates with the soul snatcher, the grim reaper to let him live. He juxtaposes that prayer for longevity with a pragmatic, proactive and practical solution in the form of getting a firearm to stay safe in the streets. Quite cleverly, he flips the word ‘strap’ — street name for a gun or firearm, usually a pistol, to make a pun on being strapped down by a safety belt in one’s seat for safety as well. He expresses that he would regret being part of the road carnage that robs the lives of so many youth in car accidents — ending up being covered in a space blanket, and from the general high levels of crime in the country that could make Nsikayesizwe, like any person, a victim of a senseless crime. This also reads as a warning for haters to stay safe, so be in the metaphorical firing line.
Remember those days when it was just Jay and Jay La Vie? (Vie)
My city move like one team
But now ni**as givin’ us looks and [?], yeah
Chop chop, get to the cream (Cream)
Heard a lot of people don’t like me, I’m so worried OMG! (G, yeah)
Bunch of f*ckin’ goofballs
Tell my goon go get ’em, I hit him with a through ball, stru God
Durban, the eastern-coastal city in KZN, South Africa — where Nasty C hails from, is not famous for its rappers or hip-hop community, rather, it is historically cosmpolitan where House/Durban Kwaito/Gqom dance genres have dominated the airwaves and culture. Nasty continues the legacy of eThekwini artists such as Zakwe, Maraza and Duncan who helped build the city to contend with the main hotspots for the culture in Gauteng’s Johannesburg & the west coast city of Cape Town, to name but a few.
[Verse 2: Stogie T]
In a Range, in the club, shooting my shot, in a Golf
She can tee off, fitting them birdies both deep in the hole
Bend her back, get top, left brats on her jaw
Get a bag, spend it all
Get it back when we tour
Get a stack and stash-stash-stash offshore
Now this is how you start a verse. T runs a witty golf rhyme scheme, using ‘range’, ‘club’, ‘golf’, ‘tee’, ‘birdies’ and ‘hole’, which doubles up as sexual innuendo, referring to the luxurious night life and all its hedonist excesses. However, as the bag comes plenty when you are a seasoned veteran in the game or signed to the biggest labels in the world in Universal Music, spending money is not an issue as they make it relatively easy, and save it in offshore accounts where the taxman can’t reach.
And I got mans on call with a bad temper that don’t like your sought
Internet thug low key board hashtag war but you Microsoft
Them guys are opps, they smile and plot
Like Hyman Roth, if you gon’ bite the crotch at least towel off
I better feel no vibe next time you wanna talk
Straight to the money, all that yang get the sayanor’
Bunch of fuckin’ goofballs
Tell my goon go get ’em like a alley-oop, dawg, stru God!
This second verse by T formerly of The V, is probably what inspired by the storyline, as war being declared on Internet Thugs who hide behind their keyboards and hashtags to spew hate at people actually doing something with their lives — not through any actual violence, but merely encouraging people to actually listen to the music, politics and cults of personalities aside. In visualizing this internet pandemic of Twitter trolls, the audience can hopefully see online interactions in a different perspective, that they would not exist in face-to-face interactions, or at least not as much as in the virtual world of social media, especially to undeserving artists who catch strays on the daily.
The mission statement is clear for all to infer from the visually vivid storyline: You don’t even have to like me or my music, but you will respect me and my music enough to listen to it before you critique it!