damn i didnt even know that was a troll
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Rapper Pop Smoke dead
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Yeah we need to go back to the 90's positivity era....
When black homicide was like 5x as high.
Ah, the memories
If only someone killed off NWA before they blew up...we'd all be scientist, lawyers, and doctors 
(real actual doctors, not weirdo liars like Dr. Gook)
(real actual doctors, not weirdo liars like Dr. Gook)
Pop Smoke’s Murder Is a Brutal Loss for Brooklyn Drill and Rap Crossing Borders
By Paul Thompson
Pop Smoke helped shape Brooklyn’s drill scene, an emerging web of young artists who posit that New York can be just as interesting as an importer — and mutater — of other regional sounds. Photo: Scott Dudelson/Getty Images
Early Wednesday morning, Bashar Barakah Jackson, better known as the Brooklyn rapper Pop Smoke, was shot and killed in Los Angeles following a home invasion. He was 20 years old.
At the time of his death, Jackson had been making music for less than 18 months; nevertheless, he’d become perhaps the most unmissable young rap star in New York City. His debut single, “Welcome to the Party,” was one of last year’s most ubiquitous, and his two mixtapes (last July’s Meet the Woo and its sequel, from just two weeks ago) helped shape Brooklyn’s drill scene, an emerging web of young artists who posit that New York can be just as interesting as an importer — and mutator — of other regional sounds.
Jackson grew up in Canarsie, a neighborhood in southeast Brooklyn, the son of a Jamaican mother and Panamanian father (he would later threaten, on records, to turn his enemies into duppies). Occasionally he played drums by hand at church, but mostly he played sports: At 15, Jackson was a talented enough basketball player to win a scholarship to a prep school in Philadelphia. But his stay in Philly was short-lived. A scrap outside of a restaurant soon sent Jackson back to Brooklyn where, though he was famously cagey about the details, he began to bring in some money of his own (last fall he told the New York Times that he bought a BMW 5 Series when he was only 16).
Toward the end of 2018, limited by the ankle monitor tying him to a since-dismissed weapons charge, Jackson was browsing instrumentals on YouTube and came across a beat called “Panic.” It had been uploaded by a producer named 808 Melo, who had previously worked with Sheff G, an artist on the leading edge of Brooklyn drill. “Panic” became “MPR,” and the uploader-downloader relationship evolved, too: Jackson flew Melo from his home in east London to Brooklyn, where the pair wrote and recorded much of what would become Meet the Woo. It was then that Jackson began honing his musical signature, a voice so gruff and gravelly as to be an instrument unto itself. One of his biggest hits features a chorus that dissolves, literally, into a growl:
At Pitchfork, the critic Alphonse Pierre, a Canarsie native, wrote that Woo sounds like the product of an artist raised on “a strict diet of Get Rich or Die Tryin’, Finally Rich, and Newports.” Both 50 Cent — the menace, the Trojan-horsed melodies, the instinct to taunt window-shoppers — and early Chief Keef — the deadened fury, the ad-libs as art — are key reference points for Pop Smoke, but he could also evoke the knowing atonality of Harlem great Max B at his smoothest.
Drill was born in Chicago at the beginning of the last decade, where it was shocking for its frankness: The rhymes detailed crime and its aftermath, material and psychological, in straightforward terms, and the melodies — when there were melodies — were big, grim, and Gothic, laid over pulsing, stuttering drums. It also centered dances and slang that were alien to non-Chicagoans. When Londoners adopted the sound, they reimagined it as a mutation of and a counterprogram to grime. While drill lives on in Chicago and has reverberated through other rap scenes in the U.S. (see its effect on Atlantan production and the way it merged with the increasingly punishing sounds coming from Baton Rouge), the scene in Brooklyn is the first American one to fully adapt the style to a new locale. Jackson’s music in particular has a unique way of reconfiguring the maximalist sounds of early- and mid-2000s New York radio rap into something slicker and meaner; I think often of the way he built a punchline around the New Jersey rapper Joe Budden’s “Pump It Up,” a mostly forgotten summer hit that dropped the year Jackson turned 3.
By the time Meet the Woo came out, “Welcome to the Party” had become a stupefyingly huge song. It would eventually peak at No. 9 on the Hot 100 and receive a Nicki Minaj remix, but here we’re using much more important metrics, like the number of parked cars blasting a single song on inexplicable loop at dusk. But if you watch the video, you’ll notice it begins with a disclaimer that never appeared before rap videos until very recently:
While police have long targeted rappers, drill music seems to have gotten under cops’ skin in a unique way. Keef, the genre’s breakout star, has long been banned from performing in his native Chicago, and London police have targeted the genre in unprecedented fits of censorship. This same prejudice dogged Jackson. In October, he was scheduled to play the first New York edition of the popular rap festival Rolling Loud. On the morning the festival was to begin, it granted an NYPD request to pull Jackson, along with four other drill or drill-adjacent rappers (Sheff G, Don Q, 22Gz, and Casanova), from the bill, citing “public safety concerns” and claiming — without charges or evidence — that the five had “been affiliated with recent acts of violence citywide.” Prosecutors in New York would later argue that Jackson was affiliated with a Crip set; at the time of the Rolling Loud cancellation, he was not charged with any crimes.
Jackson kept moving. Meet the Woo 2 debuted at No. 7 on the Billboard 200 on Sunday; like its predecessor, it received glowing reviews from critics and seemed sure to spawn at least one more summer hit (“Shake the Room,” featuring Quavo, continues to build momentum while his Travis Scott collaboration “GATTI” also sits on the charts). The day before he died, Jackson retweeted Hot 97, New York’s flagship rap radio station, which had posted a video of fans as they beamed and danced to his music.
1,651 people are talking about this
Some time after midnight on Wednesday, a group of people, at least one of whom was armed and wearing a black mask, broke into the Hollywood Hills home where Jackson and at least one friend were staying. According to the Los Angeles Times, somebody in the house alerted a friend back on the east coast, who eventually got in contact with the LAPD. By the time officers arrived, the intruders had fled and have yet to be identified; no arrests have been made. Jackson was found with gunshot wounds and transported to the hospital where he was pronounced dead.
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It’s a tragic end to a life cut far too short. Bashar Jackson overcame remarkable odds to win fame and fortune with work that was creatively daring and true to his hometown rap predecessors. Though he was with us only a short time, it’s hard to imagine a summer without his voice blaring out of open windows; one imagines it will keep ringing for some time.
By Paul Thompson
Pop Smoke helped shape Brooklyn’s drill scene, an emerging web of young artists who posit that New York can be just as interesting as an importer — and mutater — of other regional sounds. Photo: Scott Dudelson/Getty Images
Early Wednesday morning, Bashar Barakah Jackson, better known as the Brooklyn rapper Pop Smoke, was shot and killed in Los Angeles following a home invasion. He was 20 years old.
At the time of his death, Jackson had been making music for less than 18 months; nevertheless, he’d become perhaps the most unmissable young rap star in New York City. His debut single, “Welcome to the Party,” was one of last year’s most ubiquitous, and his two mixtapes (last July’s Meet the Woo and its sequel, from just two weeks ago) helped shape Brooklyn’s drill scene, an emerging web of young artists who posit that New York can be just as interesting as an importer — and mutator — of other regional sounds.
Jackson grew up in Canarsie, a neighborhood in southeast Brooklyn, the son of a Jamaican mother and Panamanian father (he would later threaten, on records, to turn his enemies into duppies). Occasionally he played drums by hand at church, but mostly he played sports: At 15, Jackson was a talented enough basketball player to win a scholarship to a prep school in Philadelphia. But his stay in Philly was short-lived. A scrap outside of a restaurant soon sent Jackson back to Brooklyn where, though he was famously cagey about the details, he began to bring in some money of his own (last fall he told the New York Times that he bought a BMW 5 Series when he was only 16).
Toward the end of 2018, limited by the ankle monitor tying him to a since-dismissed weapons charge, Jackson was browsing instrumentals on YouTube and came across a beat called “Panic.” It had been uploaded by a producer named 808 Melo, who had previously worked with Sheff G, an artist on the leading edge of Brooklyn drill. “Panic” became “MPR,” and the uploader-downloader relationship evolved, too: Jackson flew Melo from his home in east London to Brooklyn, where the pair wrote and recorded much of what would become Meet the Woo. It was then that Jackson began honing his musical signature, a voice so gruff and gravelly as to be an instrument unto itself. One of his biggest hits features a chorus that dissolves, literally, into a growl:
At Pitchfork, the critic Alphonse Pierre, a Canarsie native, wrote that Woo sounds like the product of an artist raised on “a strict diet of Get Rich or Die Tryin’, Finally Rich, and Newports.” Both 50 Cent — the menace, the Trojan-horsed melodies, the instinct to taunt window-shoppers — and early Chief Keef — the deadened fury, the ad-libs as art — are key reference points for Pop Smoke, but he could also evoke the knowing atonality of Harlem great Max B at his smoothest.
Drill was born in Chicago at the beginning of the last decade, where it was shocking for its frankness: The rhymes detailed crime and its aftermath, material and psychological, in straightforward terms, and the melodies — when there were melodies — were big, grim, and Gothic, laid over pulsing, stuttering drums. It also centered dances and slang that were alien to non-Chicagoans. When Londoners adopted the sound, they reimagined it as a mutation of and a counterprogram to grime. While drill lives on in Chicago and has reverberated through other rap scenes in the U.S. (see its effect on Atlantan production and the way it merged with the increasingly punishing sounds coming from Baton Rouge), the scene in Brooklyn is the first American one to fully adapt the style to a new locale. Jackson’s music in particular has a unique way of reconfiguring the maximalist sounds of early- and mid-2000s New York radio rap into something slicker and meaner; I think often of the way he built a punchline around the New Jersey rapper Joe Budden’s “Pump It Up,” a mostly forgotten summer hit that dropped the year Jackson turned 3.
By the time Meet the Woo came out, “Welcome to the Party” had become a stupefyingly huge song. It would eventually peak at No. 9 on the Hot 100 and receive a Nicki Minaj remix, but here we’re using much more important metrics, like the number of parked cars blasting a single song on inexplicable loop at dusk. But if you watch the video, you’ll notice it begins with a disclaimer that never appeared before rap videos until very recently:
While police have long targeted rappers, drill music seems to have gotten under cops’ skin in a unique way. Keef, the genre’s breakout star, has long been banned from performing in his native Chicago, and London police have targeted the genre in unprecedented fits of censorship. This same prejudice dogged Jackson. In October, he was scheduled to play the first New York edition of the popular rap festival Rolling Loud. On the morning the festival was to begin, it granted an NYPD request to pull Jackson, along with four other drill or drill-adjacent rappers (Sheff G, Don Q, 22Gz, and Casanova), from the bill, citing “public safety concerns” and claiming — without charges or evidence — that the five had “been affiliated with recent acts of violence citywide.” Prosecutors in New York would later argue that Jackson was affiliated with a Crip set; at the time of the Rolling Loud cancellation, he was not charged with any crimes.
Jackson kept moving. Meet the Woo 2 debuted at No. 7 on the Billboard 200 on Sunday; like its predecessor, it received glowing reviews from critics and seemed sure to spawn at least one more summer hit (“Shake the Room,” featuring Quavo, continues to build momentum while his Travis Scott collaboration “GATTI” also sits on the charts). The day before he died, Jackson retweeted Hot 97, New York’s flagship rap radio station, which had posted a video of fans as they beamed and danced to his music.
1,651 people are talking about this
Some time after midnight on Wednesday, a group of people, at least one of whom was armed and wearing a black mask, broke into the Hollywood Hills home where Jackson and at least one friend were staying. According to the Los Angeles Times, somebody in the house alerted a friend back on the east coast, who eventually got in contact with the LAPD. By the time officers arrived, the intruders had fled and have yet to be identified; no arrests have been made. Jackson was found with gunshot wounds and transported to the hospital where he was pronounced dead.
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It’s a tragic end to a life cut far too short. Bashar Jackson overcame remarkable odds to win fame and fortune with work that was creatively daring and true to his hometown rap predecessors. Though he was with us only a short time, it’s hard to imagine a summer without his voice blaring out of open windows; one imagines it will keep ringing for some time.
If only someone killed off NWA before they blew up...we'd all be scientist, lawyers, and doctors
(real actual doctors, not weirdo liars like Dr. Gook)
Are you a “Gangsta”?
I guess. Bro just started poppin though. And he will be forgotten soon like a lot of them. I don't hear shit about Juice WRLD anymore....and that was like 2 months ago. Not trying to be disrepectful to the dead brother. But this new generation doesn't give a fuckOr one realize how much they cared about something once it’s gone?
No. I was in NY last year and niggas were playing him out every whip that drove by. He was all on the radio tooOr one realize how much they cared about something once it’s gone?
Why they keep talking about CHICAGO when it comes to Bk niggas???
Only lil JoJo got clapped
Only lil JoJo got clapped
I guess. Bro just started poppin though. And he will be forgotten soon like a lot of them. I don't hear shit about Juice WRLD anymore....and that was like 2 months ago. Not trying to be disrepectful to the dead brother. But this new generation doesn't give a fuck
Trust me, I understand exactly where you’re coming from and I know exactly what you mean!
I was just saying the other side of things.
People do seem to care a whole lot more when a person’s gone. I knew who he wasn’t but didn’t listen to his music.
And yes, unfortunately he probably will be forgotten like many others...
I believe it
I’ll admit I never heard a pop smoke song and do skip when ever her comes on XM, and I know he died but why do they over exaggerate shit? He didn’t shape Brooklyn drill scene when Bobby Smurder did it? like has to be 5 years ago since hot nigga
You not wrong
I understand as an old head i thought the same
But according to these kids and djs of this generation?
This guy was damn near 50 cent level of impact.
As much modern music as i listen too i do not feel completely qualified to argue against pop smoke impact
Pop Smoke Murder Appeared to be Target Hit, Not Robbery
2/20/2020
Exclusive
2/20/2020 1:00 AM PT
Pop Smoke's death wasn't a robbery gone wrong ... it was a targeted hit ... and that conclusion is supported by surveillance video.
People who have seen the surveillance footage from outside the Hollywood Hills home where Pop was killed Wednesday morning tell us ... you see 4 men approach the home at around 4:30 AM and sneak around back.
A couple minutes pass before 3 of the 4 walk back up the side of the home to the front. The 4th apparently walked in the backdoor but no camera was trained on it. The next time you see the man, he exits through the front door of the house.
As we reported, multiple shots were fired inside the home and they only struck Pop Smoke, who was rushed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center where he was pronounced dead.
At first, it seemed like it might have been a robbery because the rapper posted a photo earlier in the day of a bunch of gifts ... one of which had his home address emblazoned on it. He also posted another pic hours before the shooting of himself and a friend in a car ... the friend is holding an enormous amount of cash.
But, here's the thing. The folks who have seen the surveillance video tell us the person inside the house -- presumably the shooter -- did not carry anything out. Given that he shot someone, it's doubtful he would take the time to stuff items in his pocket.
Pop Smoke was only 20 and already making a name for himself in music. His song, "Welcome to the Party" was remixed by Nicki Minaj and he appeared on Travis Scott's latest project "JACKBOYS." His mix tape charted #7 Tuesday on the Billboard 200.
Cops continue to investigate the murder and have not arrested or named any suspects.
https://www.tmz.com/2020/02/20/pop-smoke-murder-appeared-to-be-target-hit-not-robbery/
https://www.hiphopoverload.com/inst...-blood-gang-members-to-steal-all-his-jewelry/
2/20/2020
Exclusive
2/20/2020 1:00 AM PT
Pop Smoke's death wasn't a robbery gone wrong ... it was a targeted hit ... and that conclusion is supported by surveillance video.
People who have seen the surveillance footage from outside the Hollywood Hills home where Pop was killed Wednesday morning tell us ... you see 4 men approach the home at around 4:30 AM and sneak around back.
A couple minutes pass before 3 of the 4 walk back up the side of the home to the front. The 4th apparently walked in the backdoor but no camera was trained on it. The next time you see the man, he exits through the front door of the house.
As we reported, multiple shots were fired inside the home and they only struck Pop Smoke, who was rushed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center where he was pronounced dead.
At first, it seemed like it might have been a robbery because the rapper posted a photo earlier in the day of a bunch of gifts ... one of which had his home address emblazoned on it. He also posted another pic hours before the shooting of himself and a friend in a car ... the friend is holding an enormous amount of cash.
But, here's the thing. The folks who have seen the surveillance video tell us the person inside the house -- presumably the shooter -- did not carry anything out. Given that he shot someone, it's doubtful he would take the time to stuff items in his pocket.
Pop Smoke was only 20 and already making a name for himself in music. His song, "Welcome to the Party" was remixed by Nicki Minaj and he appeared on Travis Scott's latest project "JACKBOYS." His mix tape charted #7 Tuesday on the Billboard 200.
Cops continue to investigate the murder and have not arrested or named any suspects.
https://www.tmz.com/2020/02/20/pop-smoke-murder-appeared-to-be-target-hit-not-robbery/
https://www.hiphopoverload.com/inst...-blood-gang-members-to-steal-all-his-jewelry/
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Lol too trueI guess. Bro just started poppin though. And he will be forgotten soon like a lot of them. I don't hear shit about Juice WRLD anymore....and that was like 2 months ago. Not trying to be disrepectful to the dead brother. But this new generation doesn't give a fuck
Nah he didn’t. He just had some hot shit upcoming. But it’s a bunch of them coming up
Wtf is this shit. The Niccas was livin in back of Costco
Nah this is the full original vid of the clip posted on that twitter. It had nothing to do with the rapper getting shot. The vid is from four years ago. So someone lied and said it was surveillance but it was a whole different incident
Where a
did they put out the real vid yet
The Spanish chic with the red shirt on was the best thing about that video. Followed by the strippers.
Damn.
Just found out today, Pop Smoke played for the Brooklyn Chiefs.
A lil league football team.
One of my co-workers is the head coach of the team, and also coached Pop.
Just found out today, Pop Smoke played for the Brooklyn Chiefs.
A lil league football team.
One of my co-workers is the head coach of the team, and also coached Pop.
Naw man a lot of these people doing it for clout.Or one realize how much they cared about something once it’s gone?
I'm gonna keep it 100. Heard his music. Didn't care for it. That being said......shit sucks to hear. No 20 year old needs to be dying over no fuck shit.
But a lot of the shit fake as fuck. None of these people gave a fuck about him. Just a few days ago I seen people laughing at him for being mad at a photographer who took some bad pitchers of him. The comments was full of "but you ugly though" and laughing. This shit all fake love. ITs cool to say "RIP Pop Smoke".
That's what I was gonna say. Shit I don't even think they called it drill shit then. I didn't even know they had some shit called Brooklyn Drill now. I thought Shmurda grandfathered this sound though.
For me to keep it “100”. I knew who he was and thought he was lame. I thought he tried too hard, fronted too much and didn’t seem authentic.
I also laughed at the comments about the pictures of him.
But...
He’s a 20 year old who lost his life over nothing. I watched him go sneaker shopping with Complex and I still didn’t care for him. I listened to one of his songs for the first time yesterday, and I didn’t like his music either. At least not that song.
But he’s a Brotha with a family and for that I felt bad for them.
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