DISPARITION DE MALIK B, MEMBRE FONDATEUR DE THE ROOTS

AVEC QUESTLOVE, BLACK THOUGHT & CO, IL A FORGÉ LE SON « ILLADEPLH ».

 

 

Black Thought n’a pas toujours été le seul rappeur de The Roots. A part les beatboxers, Malik B (Malik Abdul Basitde son nom complet) prit lui aussi le micro du célèbre groupe de Philadelphie, de ses débuts en 1987 jusqu’en 1999 et le 4ème album « Things Fall Apart ». Il en fût donc l’un des membres fondateurs avant de quitter la formation pour se lancer dans une carrière solo respectable mais pas aussi grande que tous les autres (réunis). Il était revenu dans les années 2000 pour participer à certains projets en tant qu’invité, apparaissant notamment sur les albums « Game Theory » en 2006 et « Rising Down » en 2008. Il n’aura pas non plus connu les débuts de la collaboration avec le tack show de Jimmy Fallon à partir de 2009.

Quand bien même les tensions qui avaient provoqué son départ à l’époque, les membres de The Roots, Black Thought et Questlove en première ligne, n’ont pas tari d’éloges à son propos, le qualifiant d’un des MCs les plus doués de tous les temps. Au final, tous s’accorde à dire que The Roots ne serait rien sans lui. Questlove rajoutant même que Malik fût en quelque sorte son mentor dans le game.

En solo (ou presque), Malik B aura réalisé 2 albums, « Street Assault »  en 2005 et « Unpredictable » en 2015, et aussi un l’EP « Psychological » en 2006. Malik B n’était âgé que de 47 ans et les causes de son décès sont inconnues pour l’heure.

 

 

Voir cette publication sur Instagram

 

We made a name and carved a lane together where there was none. We ressurected a city from the ashes, put it on our backs and called it Illadelph. In friendly competition with you from day one, I always felt as if I possessed only a mere fraction of your true gift and potential. Your steel sharpened my steel as I watched you create cadences from the ether and set them free into the universe to become poetic law, making the English language your bitch. I always wanted to change you, to somehow sophisticate your outlook and make you see that there were far more options than the streets, only to realize that you and the streets were one… and there was no way to separate a man from his true self. My beloved brother M-illitant. I can only hope to have made you as proud as you made me. The world just lost a real one. May Allah pardon you, forgive your sins and grant you the highest level of paradise. #MalikB #TheLegendaryRootsCrew

Une publication partagée par Black Thought (@blackthought) le

 

 

Voir cette publication sur Instagram

 

📸 by @tdoteric A lighter tale of Malik Abdul Basit As a true Bol from philly you know that one’s oil game HAD to be on point. I came in this game rockin oils since age 9. Most of yall joke about me smelling like Breakfast (thx Kravitz clan) but long before my vanilla combo mastery my true graduation from basic Frankincense & Myrrh morphed into new exotic philly jawns like “Mecca Musk” & “Somali Rose” & “Egyptian Musk” & yeah…..”Money On the Street” & “Hug My Neck Aphrodisiac” Malik introduced me to that world. Even before Malik was in the Roots —-he was my oil guru. IYKYK…there is no panic like the last drop of oil w no re-up in the future. I been bugging Malik for my “$OTS” re-up. Paged him 911 (ask your parents kids) he was hard to catch but I knew I had some leverage bait this time: these were my last days interning at #RuffhouseRecords. I was everyone’s plug for all free cd’s/lp’s & especially Kriss Kross posters for anyone’s younger sibling or cousin Tim Dog’s sophomore Do or Die just came out (his “I Get Wrecked” single w KRS made brief noise for a sec) & I had 6 songs from the not yet released Cypress Hill “Black Sunday” lp——that was just enough to garner a “word? BET!” confirmation from Malik to tell me that him & Mussa (remember the cat dozing off watching TV in our “Distorion” vid? Him) would scoop me in a half hour. Confused I thought it was gonna be an even exchange (having paid him upfront weeks ago at a show I thought he was gonna drop it off——ha ha ha yeah ok They arrive to my west philly house and then Malik breaks the news to me: we gotta take a trip to “Norf” to get the oils. I wasn’t planning on this. But oh well. It was 3pm. Malik told me the particular fragrance I dug was a mixture of 3 import oils from Saudi Arabia (his parents often taught school there) my dad was already on his cynic “fool me once….” bag with Malik from a previous sale: “that boy tried to hustle me with Blue Nile that wasn’t all the way Blue, I know Johnson’s baby oil rebranded when I smell it”)——Malik told me we’d have to run to grab 2 oils & then West Oak Lane for the other oil, & then to South Philly so he can mix em together. Uh (checks Swatch) ok.

Une publication partagée par Questlove Froman, (@questlove) le