Soliloquies of Chaos takes a look at some of my favorite verses and my reasons for loving them. Pretty simple. Enjoy!
A special double dose of Soliloquies of Chaos this week. Had to. One didn’t seem like enough. So here’s another Yelawolf jam. “Brown Sugar,” off the Stereo mixtape, fully displays Yelawolf’s knack for constructing a gripping narrative without sacrificing his considerable rhyming and flowing abilities. “Brown Sugar,” in particular, speaks to Yela’s cinematic tendency, as the song essentially grafts a 3 act structure onto its 3 verses, detailing the rise, development, and uncertain future of a seemingly ill-fated relationship between a young Yelawolf and a beautiful junkie. Yela’s ability to mix narrative details with abstraction and editorializing is reminiscent of Andre 3000’s performances on songs like “Art of Storytelling pt. 1” and “Humble Mumble” (obviously this stuff is essentially canon at this point, but it’s nice to see Yela take a very successful and underused style–perhaps because really only Andre pulls it off properly–and infuses it with his own vibrant detail and intrigue).
Transcribed the lyrics all by my lonesome because I love all y’all (just the first verse though, just to give you a taste). Check “Brown Sugar” and the lyrics after the break.
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Hold up wait a minute was that Colorado
Cuz she was ice cold chocolate with a powdered nose
Kinda like an eskimo pie in the white snow
I was only 18 though I had a thing
For a woman who enjoyed a good time with a dime
Never thought I’d run into a dime with the mind
Of a fiend and the shape of an artist’s line
Fine like peach fuzz she was
Glass like frail I could tell
Ain’t that a shame proclaimed her mommy
Went from fresh meat to sliced salami
For a piece of bread she would spread
And mayonnaise a lot of people in that line
But she was already stuck in my heart
She kissed my head and blew my mind
Photo courtesy of Maurice Garland, the source of ATL dopeness, as previously stated.