In the tradition of emcees and teachers before him, such as Chuck D, KRS-ONE, M1 and stic.man, X-Clan, The Last Poets and others, Rev1 brings a strong social and political message to the stage in addition to raw beats, rhymes, and hip hop life. Taking on the criminal justice system, the music industry, the mainstream media, neo-conservatives, and of course, wack emcees, Rev1 (nee Che, after the revolutionary) infuses his shows with hard hitting, intelligent lyrics and the improvisational crowd rocking that separates real hip hop emcees from phony rappers. Rev1 has appeared on tour with Naughty by Nature, on the upcoming Emissarius compilation album, and has received numerous awards at emceeing competitions, including, Best Overall Emcee at last years Grab A Mic II. He is currently working with DJ Aytiayt on his soon to be released album, "The Emcee Genome Project".
An emcee who can't play live is just a rapper.
Chuck D and Public Enemy. Mistachuck said that rap was the black CNN, and I listened. I recognized that people listen to emcees, and so emcees can use that attention to say something important. KRS-One has been preaching and teaching for years, and he still drops a banging track. Dead Prez mixed revolution with the streets, to remind some of the harder heads out there that thinking and gangsta are not necessarily mutually exclusive. Of course, Mos Def, The Roots, and Talib Kweli all have maintained sick flows and individual styles. Binary Star, Last Emp, Mr. Lif, and other underground cats have all dropped some real original stuff that made my neck lock up from all the head drops. Of course, I grew up in the 80s listening to Run DMC, so I would be remiss not to mention the cats that brought hip hop to a lot of areas outside of the city.
Personally, a mic. On stage, the SM58. Beats come from all manner of places, MPCs, SONAR, REASON, Triton. Whatever.
Big ups to Real-Eyes, without whom, Rev1 would probably still be unknown to upstate. Big ups to all my other Ithacats, peeps downstate, east, west and all points between. Fists in the air, grip that mic tight, na mean! ONE!