Juicy J, A$AP Ferg

When: Sun., June 2, 8 p.m. 2013

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Cloaked beneath a cloud of weed, Xanax, and codeine cough syrup are glimpses of two distinct rappers—one being re-born, the other hoping to be christened. Invigorated by last year's "Bands a Make Her Dance," a strip-club anthem that twerks alongside the very best, Juicy J is once again riding high—super high, like totally twisted. After scoring an Academy Award with Three 6 Mafia for Best Song in 2005 ("It's Hard Out There for a Pimp," from Hustle and Flow), Juicy J was suddenly set for life. But the party of those old songs never stopped. Ever since, J's been smoking, leaning, rapping, and tweeting (check @therealjuicyj for occasional bits of intoxicated Zen, or the song "Juicy J Can't," a catalog of similar exploits). Balancing the old pro is A$AP Ferg, a member of NYC's aspiringly ascendant crew, whose namesake has failed to demonstrate much real value. If nothing else, Ferg ought to be hungry—especially while supporting the established vet in Juicy J. Ferg should be ready to prove, as a cadre of East Coast journalists have been so often suggesting, that the A$AP crew, as well as much contemporary New York rap, are worthy of attention outside the boroughs. ANDREW R. TONRY

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