it's also a year late to ride the A Milli riddim wave, woops

That's one of the worst beats I've ever heard.

In Tacoma there is a man called DJ Mountain Purse. He is a mystery. His rap is what he calls ‘Rat Nibble’. It’s a combination of skank, Mad Lib fill in the blanks, Two $hort, and lo fi wherewithal. DJ Mountain Purse calls himself a con man, and he raps like he has a tick.

DJ Mountain Purse self released his 2nd cassette called 'The Gazelle Will Spring and I Will Eat it Before it Hits the Ground.' I don’t think he ever does shows. He recorded his cassette straight to boombox.

We spoke. Mountain Purse wore all white:

Are you a gangster?


Mountain Purse: I’m whatever you want me to be. Gangster, maybe. Politco. Street guardian. I am an unheard of brand of malt liquor. I’m the drama in Dramamine. I’m Sarah Palin’s daughter’s unborn son.

Are you high?


MP: Yes.

You say you don’t need instruments. Could you talk about that?


MP: They get in the way. When I rap, I see things. Yesterday I was rapping behind the glass museum about one pimp lighting another pimp’s car on fire. I saw archways. Like Roman aqueduct archways. If there had been instruments, my words and their stream of free form release would never have escaped my mouth.

If you had a video, would there be a Yacht in it?

MP: 
That is a perplexing question. I am not opposed to Yachts and or speedboats. I realize they are metaphorical representations of excess in the hip hop world. It’s just that I can’t swim. I think I would do my video in an aviary. I’d be rapping and sitting in a birdcage with parrots all over me. You would be below, cleaning my droppings and shit off of newspaper.