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Rx Papi’s music brings you into the world of dope dealers and drug addiction, where a bright smile camouflages the reality of surviving amongst the bloodshed. He depicts landscapes where mere survival tests the strength of one’s love, pride, integrity, and humanity. Despite his relative youth, the Rochester rapper had already witnessed incalculable pain and consequences. You don’t need the biography; you can hear it in the music.
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For Rx Papi, a regular day in his blue collar former industrial boomtown consisted of copping some weed and filling his pockets with dead presidents. “Go and hit a lick, go do what we do, shit by the end of the night niggas got a couple of hundred dollars, a new outfit, and new sneakers on,” he tells me.
Before rapping, Pap found further opportunities through drugs, the scraping of the pot, and the stench of burnt rubber permeating the kitchen walls. His songs read like chapters of an autobiography, or a live feed of his thought patterns. He often raps about his paranoia and anxiety, the happenings in his upbringing that impacted him, and what typically leads to 5.56 shells hitting the ground. The anxious mindset is omnipresent, but his sense of humor and charisma give him a three-dimensionality. Deadpanned and numbly delivered lines like, “Bitch I look better than King Tut” and “I’m riding for my dog like Michael Vick” add a balance to the gun-waving and threats to the opposition.
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The production compliments his personality. It’s unpredictable, jumping from smooth-jazz and r&b to triumphant trap horns that’ll blow out your car speakers. Rx Papi can rap on any obscure sounding sample such as the boot-up menu space sounds of the PlayStation 2, or the Law and Order theme. Throughout his already extensive 11 projects, the upstate New York rapper isn’t afraid to take risks or experiment. In that vein, he’s an heir to Max B, especially in the way he uses dirty drunken crooning. His voice is monotone, fueled by Percocet and Lean, he remains focused as he dishes out non-sequiturs akin to a cafeteria freestyle with a group of friends using pens to emulate 808 claps. You can’t put Pap in a box, he doesn’t stay in a singular lane. His demeanor in his songs come across as bi-polar: one minute he’s calm, the next his voice is strained from shouting threats hurled at his enemies.
On his most recent release, Mood, Rx Papi bleeds on the beat, alternating between confessions of his demons listeners and euphoria. When asked about the record, he explains: “Mood is based on my inner feelings, good, bad or ugly”. It’s unfiltered and raw, an exposed nerve where the pain eventually forces you to laugh out of shock. A dark abyss, where the grief leads to a dark comedy as a way of preserving what’s left of your sanity.
Over a 50-minute phone call, Rx Papi immersed me into a world that’s never been too kind to him, but only now starting to look up. Throughout our conversation, the burden he shoulders was apparent, yet he was well-focused, determined, and excited over his music career. We discussed death and the paranormal, his exploding rap career, growing up in Rochester, and how he copes from the PTSD he’s developed over the years. — Anthony Malone
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