DR. manhattan:aka: THE NEW lemaranddauley.com

Combine the pensive reflection of a back packer. Add the cocky swagger of a mainstream giant, and the illustrative imagery of a schizophrenic. Blend. Shaken, not stirred and you will pour a glass of Manhattan.You can pick apart his lyrics and never lose substance. Lyrically Im gifted/ lyrically Im distant/ from any of you chumps I am literally minutes/ from stumbling on the gimmick/ to dishevel all my critics. Hopefully the critics will see that there is much proof in the product; there always will be, if youve got taste. As a vocal artist he has made it a goal to not fall into the perils of the punch line parade. It is better, hes surmised to be greeted with silence while your words are dissected, than to be greeted with laughter at a battle. There is no use in being constantly laughed at, unless youre a clown. It is not his external ideal, but rather organically his nature to set a new bar. Tired of the cries of negative counterparts that there is no choice but to become a product of your environment, he is determined to do just that. Theres nothing wrong with becoming a product of your environment he would say between long swigs of belvedere, But that dont mean youve got to become a defective product.. It is this wisdom, this insight that would cause many to label him a backpacker. But one listen as he spits Im not your conscious rapper/ I flows with a concussion/ Young Dumb and/ Still into gun bussin Would quickly clear any confusion. The first offering is A - side B - side. A collection more a series of timeless journal entries than a filler saturated album. With his enterprising nature, he is a bead of sweat trickling down the faces of industry heads. These people wish he would just contribute to the consumerism that is now scattering the masses on a spree of wack. Counting Ghostface and Ice Cube as influences, Manhattan is more concerned with preserving the rightful place of a true artist in our culture and in his city. Yall place tracing paper over blueprints/ I draw up new shit/ like your first time around was purely useless. The more you listen, the more you know how right he is. If the city isnt ready to give up the keys to its native son, no problem he will continue Blowing it up like Soho was Cambodia. The hope is that you will allow yourself to think outside the box or rather realize that there is no box. The ladies love to hate him. The sneaker heads respect him and the hustlers know an eighties baby when they see one. Just sit at the seat hes held for you and relish in the possibilities.