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Overall, it's that rare jam that paints a detailed picture in your mind and takes you to a specific time and place. Hearing it, you can't help but picture dudes rollin' their slabs slow through the southside streets after dark.
"It's only right for me to bring my culture and my team," Trae said in an interview with Ozone's Matt Sonzala earlier this year. "Trae will always ride for his people. 'Swang,' that was a term Screwed Up Click used period. That's just our shit. Pat is a legend, man, and with me and Hawk around he ain't never gonna fade away. And then Screw, I ain't gonna let that shit fade away. I brought that shit back because I felt my first impact needed to be what I represent and who the fuck they need to be respecting right now because this man paved the way for everybody. And that's real."
Of course, Trae was speaking before the first of May, which was when Hawk was ambushed and killed in a case that freakishly resembled that of Fat Pat, his brother. "Swang" was always a little bit eerie -- all posthumous rap is, and the music on the track enhances the spooky vibe. But Hawk's death, coming just as a song about his late brother was taking over Texas and Louisiana, turned "Swang" into something downright unearthly. "That took it to a whole other level," Trae says, in an interview with Racket at Rap-A-Lot headquarters. "It is what it is, but at the end of the day I'm gonna keep strivin.' "
Trae -- a product of the city's southwest side -- has been strivin' since back in the late '90s, when he marched under the banners of both the Screwed Up Click and his own gang Assholes By Nature. When he was all of about 16, Trae first appeared on his cousin Z-Ro's debut release, Look What You Did to Me. Soon after, in 1999, a fresh-out-of-jail Trae and his posse the Guerilla Maab released Rise, and it has drawn comparisons to the Geto Boys' Grip It on That Other Level for sheer realness, energy and emotion. Since then, Trae has released a tall stack of mixtapes and regionally renowned albums, and now, with his new album, Restless (street date: June 27), and a distribution deal with Rap-A-Lot, one of his records will get a nationwide push for the first time.
Quite a body of work for a guy the Houston Chronicle described as a "relative newcomer" back in April. "It's funny, 'cause I've been rapping since I was 12 and I've been in the rap game since I was 16," he says. "To the streets, I ain't nothin' new. I've been here, just like I'm gonna be here even longer."
Rap-A-Lot Records is housed in a nondescript building in a dreary, Office Space-like zone of corporate zombie-dom, hard by a bunch of buildings that house things like the local head office of the YMCA and a bunch of humdrum businesses that offer vague services like "computer solutions" and "customer care." It would be easy to whiz right past the record label at an HPD-approved 35 miles an hour and not think much of the building. But once you enter the razor-wire-encased compound, it's clear this ain't no Dunder Mifflin Paper.
Rap-A-Lot squats on pillars over the company's parking lot, which in this case looks more like a car show. CEO J. Prince has always had a thing for motors -- Rap-A-Lot's beginnings were in a North Shepherd car lot 20 years ago, and today, the "Godfather of the South" still stashes a dozen or two fine-ass rides at his office. There's a few candy-painted '80s slabs, an assortment of Bentleys and Rolls-Royces, a squadron of rare Harley-Davidsons and a couple of Model-T-looking jalopies, not to mention a stretch Hummer and an immaculate, vintage T-Bird and what looks like a 1957 Chevy Bel Air -- equally pristine. (The breadth of Prince's collection shows him to be a guy who really loves cars -- not just a guy who uses them as status symbols. Not many rappers or rap impresarios would tool around town in an 80-year-old Packard, no matter how expensive it was.)
Talk about ghetto synergy: The Hummer is painted up with the record company's distinct logo, while other cars tout J. Prince's other businesses -- a limo service and a boxing gym, among others. And once you step past all that, you walk up a flight of stairs and into the building proper -- the place where Southern rap was born and where the heart and soul of Gulf Coast gangster rap beats still. The interior has an ebony and metallic silver Oakland Raiders vibe, and the walls are festooned with platinum and gold albums testifying to the label's success over the years. Meanwhile, a door marked "Free at Last Bail Bonds" hints that this is no Contemporary Christian label. Not many record labels have in-house bondsmen, but then not many record labels are like Rap-A-Lot.