Small Corporations by Small Corporations: A Rap Odyssey You Didn’t Know You Needed
Alright, let’s talk about Small Corporations—the album that sounds like it was named during a brainstorming session at 3 AM over stale pizza. Released in 2002 via Scenic Records (because nothing screams “rap empire” like scenic views), this US-based gem is a chaotic blend of rap and hip-hop vibes that somehow just works. Like when you accidentally mix two flavors of soda and end up liking it.
Now, before we dive into specifics, here’s the deal: there are some repeat tracks on this thing (Distribution of Wealth, I’m looking at you). But honestly? It feels intentional—as if they’re saying, "Hey, listen again because you missed something." Or maybe someone hit copy-paste too many times. Either way, it adds charm. This isn’t your polished, mainstream cash grab; it’s raw, unfiltered, and delightfully scrappy.
Standout Tracks That Stick
First up, “Don’t Get Knocked.” Oh man, this track slaps harder than a mosquito in July. It’s got this gritty beat with lyrics that feel like life advice from someone who’s been through the wringer—and came out swinging. The hook sticks to your brain like gum under a desk. Every time I hear it, I picture myself dodging bad decisions and awkward conversations like Neo in The Matrix. “Bend, don’t break,” right? This song could easily be the anthem for anyone trying not to get knocked off their game—or their feet.
Then there’s “Weedum’ Out.” Because obviously, no rap album is complete without a nod to Mary Jane. What makes this track memorable is how chill yet hyped it feels. It’s like hanging out with your coolest friend who somehow convinces you everything’s gonna be fine—even when you’ve got three deadlines breathing down your neck. The flow switches between laid-back verses and punchy beats, keeping you guessing. Also, bonus points for the title—it’s playful, kinda silly, but oddly catchy. Like eating an entire bag of chips while pretending you’re only having “a few.”
Why Does This Album Work?
Here’s the kicker: Small Corporations doesn’t try too hard to impress. Instead, it leans into its quirks—the repetitive tracklist, the low-budget vibe, and the occasional rough edges. It’s like finding treasure in a thrift store bin. Sure, it might need a little dusting off, but once you give it a chance, you realize it’s gold.
And can we take a moment to appreciate the sheer audacity of naming both the band and the album Small Corporations? It’s either brilliant satire or someone lost a bet. Either way, hats off.
Final Thoughts
So, would I recommend Small Corporations? Absolutely—if you’re into underground rap that feels more like hanging with friends than watching a flashy music video. Is it perfect? Nope. But perfection is boring anyway.
Fun fact: after listening to this album, I started noticing small corporations everywhere. Like, did you know there’s a guy selling handmade birdhouses shaped like corporate logos? True story. Coincidence? Maybe. Or maybe this album rewires your brain to see the world differently. Food for thought.
In conclusion, Small Corporations is the musical equivalent of a DIY project gone slightly wrong—but still totally awesome. Now excuse me while I go find my party… or at least figure out where I parked my car.
