Süp127 is a rapper extraordinaire, to keep it short. Give his music a test and put all your doubts to rest. The longer explanation is that when hip-hop peaked and/or died, it was because it failed to follow the direction of this prolific lyrical savant.
Nonchalant and noncommercial to the core, the industry failed to see the gold in a white suburba-knight hailing from Pleasanton, California (SF Bay Area). To this day, it continues to use hip-hop/rap as a tool to endanger young African-Americans (see: Self-Destruction) and continues to foster the illusion that skills correlate to skin tone.
Süp127 is nothing other than underground hip-hop’s prodigious brainchild, the forgotten bastard child of what happens when you take lyrics further than they did in the 90’s. Leaving in his wake a legacy of poetry easily as timeless and comparable to Shakespeare and Robert Frost, whether or not you can recognize it now, his artform is truly breathtaking and stupendous, leaving bystanders gawking and dumbfounded.
For those that think it is all talk, they fail to analyze the rhyme scheme and follow the continuity of his message. For this reason, his rap still contains lyric sheets. If you think his horn is being tooted, he has three words: “Fuck That Shit.” In his own words: “honesty over modesty, awareness over arrogance”, rapping is the one occupation “where your job description is the actual depiction of how dope you is”. Not only does he never hold back his artistic expression in his bold conquest to explore the vast nether regions of the mind, where no artist has gone before, he epitomizes God-given constitutional patriotism with his spiritual flare and double-edged tongue-sword, exercising his freedom of speech perhaps more than any other man in known human existence (all in a manner pleasurable to the listening audience).
With multiple college degrees that enabled his expertise (from UC Santa Cruz, CSU East Bay, and San Jose State), combined with a scientific inquisitive nature into creativity itself (raised by a nuclear physicist and born on the same day as Mozart and Lewis Carroll), he channels nothing less than lyrical shamanism (tryoperating under the influence of DMT and salvia, properly), guided by true wisdom of source (saved from suicide in elementary school by a bright light that turned his thoughts around with a glimpse of the divine plan).
A proponent of conscious hip-hop by any means necessary, he holds down the intentions of the original hip-hop pioneers, providing a positive alternative to the youth apart from drugs, violence, and sex through years of hosting freestyle radio shows, both legally and “illegally” (on college and pirate radio platforms).
As a young hip-hopper, he also developed skills in beatboxing and graffiti, while never forgetting the value of a good sample. His dance style parallels his lyrical style, drawing inspiration from the electronic music movement, whose influence on hiphop took just as heavy a toll on the development of his self-expression.
A practitioner of truth, health, and self-development, his path is one of balance: mind, soul, and body; masculine, feminine, and child; yin and yang; life and death. His philosophical meanderings take Descartes, Nietzsche, Socrates, and Hippocrates (to name a few) to depths to which he himself has to listen back to understand.
All in all, Süp127 is but a man-vehicle for a soul that seeks to demonstrate the full capabilities of applied passion and inspiration, delivering the conclusion that spirit reigns supreme over all people. Just don’t compare him to Jesus or Picasso, he hates that shit.