Philly Rapper Young Chris Is Rolling Up His Sleeves and Gettin' to Work

By Elliott Sharp
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“People always ask why I ain’t got a girlfriend,” says Young Chris during a break from working in a Northern Liberties studio. “I tell ’em, ‘Yo, rap’s my girlfriend.’” The North Philly-born rapper’s been devoted to the game since the early 2000s, when his Young Gunz duo with MC Neef Buck was signed by Jay-Z’s Roc-A-Fella Records, and their first single, “Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop,” was nominated for a Grammy in 2003. Along with Freeway, Peedi Crakk, Oschino and Omillo Sparks, Chris was in Beanie Sigel’s State Property collective—the East Coast’s answer to gangster-rap squad NWA and, hyperbole aside, one of the best rap groups to ever pick up microphones.

State Property suffered when Roc-A-Fella fell apart. They stepped directly off the block and into private jets overnight—tours, albums, videos, a clothing line, films, big pay backs. Then, when Jay and partner Damon Dash went separate ways in the mid-2000s, it all disappeared.

“When you chop the head, the body falls,” Chris says about the break. “The bosses stopped talking, and there was nothing we could do. We just the workers, so we stayed workin’.”

In many ways, State Property illuminates the big changes hip-hop underwent in the last decade. In Empire State Of Mind: How Jay-Z Went From Street Corner to Corner Office, Forbes writer Zach Greenburg argues that Jay’s ascendance demanded he abandon his thug image—State Property’s frequent jail trips were bad for business. Kanye West became Jay’s new sidekick, because being mean to Taylor Swift is more marketable than Beanie’s felonies and misdemeanors. Hip-hop had to, as the song on Jay’s The Black Album states, “Change Clothes.”

There was also an increased skepticism toward the major label system. Artists like Chris were promised the world, but then fucked over by label execs who only cared about making millions. Many rappers went to indies, and others initiated the mixtape revival when the Internet provided a space for unsigned artists to build buzz by freely distributing their music. While Jay the businessman (uh, the “business, man”) gave rap a corporate makeover, unsigned rappers like Chris started doing it themselves in the underground.

After the fallout, State Property members scattered like rap Ronin—masterless warriors with no major label support, but many enemies. There was bad blood with Jay. Beanie and Peedi kicked off a beef with their old boss that still gets heads fired up, but Chris sought a more reasonable middle course. In 2007, he released a mixtape called The Newprint (named after Jay’s The Blueprint), where he spits over productions made famous by Jay.

“I was paying homage to a living legend,” Chris says. But Newprint’s definitely a critical homage. On “Big Brother,” Chris celebrates his “mentor” and offers forgiveness, but having followed Jay’s advice and continuously hustled, he seems to be asking, “You promised me a shot, now where the fuck is it?”

Newprint also exacerbated an ongoing debate about whether Chris jacks Jay’s mic flow, or if Jay stole Chris’. They do have a similar approach, but determining who invented it is a question best left to metaphysicians. More obvious is the difference between them: Jay lacks Chris’ hunger. While Jay’s biggest concern nowadays is where to hang his Picassos, Chris maintains his street swagger and rugged determination—rapping’s the only solution for his growling belly.

Newprint’s only one of about a dozen mixtapes Chris has independently released over the last eight years. The Revival (2011) was a powerful album showing Chris successfully merging the corner-grit of Killadelphia and the good-time bliss of L.I.F.E. (Ladies In Free Everywhere). He also spit a verse on Meek Mill’s chart-climbing “House Party,” another tune that let his compelling street-radio synthesis shine bright.

“Labels don’t give a shit about you unless you’re generating money,” Chris says, reflecting on the lessons he’s learned after more than a decade in the game. “If I’m not a priority, I don’t wanna be there. I’ve been grinding the past eight years alone. No label.

“I do this shit everyday,” he continues. “It’s not a job, it’s my life. The minute you lose the love, and do it just for the check, that’s when shit get tough. You gotta love it. Even if I never made another penny off it, I’d still rap. I can’t stop.”

Chris has recently connected with Rico Love’s Division 1 imprint, which is planning an official release in 2012. There’s also talk of a proper State Property reunion. Beanie, Freeway and Young Gunz hit the stage together at 2011’s Roots Picnic, and they collectively flexed on a track from Freeway’s recent The Intermission mixtape, but they haven’t converged for a full studio album since 2003.

“State Property got records in the trunk, deals on the table,” says Chris. “Some big shit’s about to happen—a record, a movie, State Property everything.”

“We definitely comin’ to take our spot back,” says Beanie Sigel, snatching the phone from Chris. “We took a little break and shit, now it’s time for us to get back in the dojo. The rap game missin’ us right now. They need us. There’s a void and we gonna fill it. We gonna come independent and we gonna come hard.”

Despite all the industry shakeups and false starts, Chris remains confident, and his raps ruthless. Like a Machiavellian prince, his eyes are always searching for an opportunity to attack.

“I still ain’t got my one shot, but I’m gonna work until I get it,” says Chris. “I never stop. I think I’m right there, but then there’s another obstacle. I was built for this shit, so that shit gonna come. It’s around the corner. Right down the street. I can see it.”

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2. Bobby D said... on Jan 18, 2012 at 01:42PM

“I like some of his music but he sounds extremly iliterate. Hopefully he will invest some of his mixtape money on some night classes. In fact, if he search atound they're might be some free classes in the city. He make Black
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