KING OF DEATH RAP: In hip-hop or any other creative medium besides serial murder, Necro is the most sadistic goon going.
When you're a Necro fan, tough love is the name of the game. For his young and loose femme fanatics, that may mean getting soaked with bottled water as the death-rap king screams, "Get off the stage, you filthy bitches!" For dudes, it could come in the form of broken bones suffered as he encourages his crowd to "Start a pit! Start a pit!" And for me — perhaps his only admitted supporter in the somewhat-mainstream media — it means almost never getting an interview. I've been trying for years.
Although Necro (who comes to the Middle East Sunday) once again neglected to answer questions I submitted to him via email, I'm still writing this piece. He's the only artist on the planet whom I wouldn't ax an article on because the interview fell through — and not just because I fear that he might turn the ax on me. I honestly believe that, despite his misanthropic gusto, he's one of the most talented producer-rappers in hip-hop history. To deny the sometime porn director that honor on account of homeboy's harsh material is to discount Brian De Palma for his violent films.
In hip-hop or any other creative medium besides serial murder, Necro is the most sadistic goon going. If there was ever any doubt of that, the Brooklyn rapper sealed the deal earlier this year with his video for "Human Traffic King." A sequel to the comparably horrifying "White Slavery," the song is a vivid depiction of the sex trade on the order of a Max Hardcore production, complete with a video that features caged and kidnapped women drinking milk out of dog bowls.
With such lyrics as "beyond belief human thieves sell you like calf beef," "Human Traffic King" is hardly uncharted territory for Necro. Over seriously deadly production, he specializes in rhymes that could make Larry Flynt burn the Bill of Rights, from his classic "I Need Drugs" (an interpolation of LL Cool J's "I Need Love") to the explicit (and handy) "Dead Body Disposal."
This time, however, Necro pissed on the wrong bitches. In response to his "Human Traffic King" video, the Barnaba Institute women's-rights group petitioned a nightclub to censor him. In a response statement, an uncharacteristically reserved Necro wrote: "I DO NOT SUPPORT HUMAN TRAFFICKING. . . . Let me make something else clear: I DO SUPPORT insane explicit brutal art, and everything I record and release is based on reality. . . . So yes, my video is fucked up. Why? Because human trafficking is fucked up, plain and simple."
His problems don't end there. Necro caught the ear of Ani DiFranco, whose "Used to You" he sampled for "Asshole Anthem," on his latest full-length, DIE!. No fan, DiFranco sued his Psycho+Logical-Records label, forcing him to reprint the album and costing him placement at Best Buy. You might say that Necro was asking for it by borrowing an entire hook from chick folk's most notorious feminist. Nevertheless, no "pussy fart cutter," or anyone else, can hold down the only MC with enough balls to call Michael Jackson an "illiterate pedophile Quincy Jones mail boy."