BAATIN FROM SLUM VILLAGE
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Detroit rapper Baatin dead at 35
Slum Village co-founder known for spiritual lyrics
By BRIAN McCOLLUM • Free Press Pop Music Writer • August 1, 2009
Titus (Baatin) Glover, the Detroit rapper who co-founded the much-acclaimed Slum Village, has died.
Many details remain unknown at this point, said Hex, the group's road manager.
Word of Baatin's passing circulated quickly this afternoon in music circles both locally and nationally, where Slum Village has long been an exalted name in underground hip-hop.
Fellow group founder James (J. Dilla) Yancey, Baatin's Pershing High School classmate, passed away in 2006.
Baatin, who turned 35 in March, had left Slum Village in 2002 amid health problems, but was reported to have returned for tracks on the group's upcoming album, "Villa Manifesto."
"He was a very spiritual brother," said Detroiter Khalid el-Hakim, founder of the Black History 101 Mobile Museum. "He brought a spirituality to Detroit hip-hop that you didn't see with other artists. That's what he was known for."
Slum Village co-founder known for spiritual lyrics
By BRIAN McCOLLUM • Free Press Pop Music Writer • August 1, 2009
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Titus (Baatin) Glover, the Detroit rapper who co-founded the much-acclaimed Slum Village, has died.
Many details remain unknown at this point, said Hex, the group's road manager.
Word of Baatin's passing circulated quickly this afternoon in music circles both locally and nationally, where Slum Village has long been an exalted name in underground hip-hop.
Fellow group founder James (J. Dilla) Yancey, Baatin's Pershing High School classmate, passed away in 2006.
Baatin, who turned 35 in March, had left Slum Village in 2002 amid health problems, but was reported to have returned for tracks on the group's upcoming album, "Villa Manifesto."
"He was a very spiritual brother," said Detroiter Khalid el-Hakim, founder of the Black History 101 Mobile Museum. "He brought a spirituality to Detroit hip-hop that you didn't see with other artists. That's what he was known for."
heres a verse elzhi wrote for baatin on detroit deli
"Yo T kill’n em, Three kill’n ‘em
You thought we broke up and ya you rite we really did
I wrote a verse that I recited it was hot
But I had to rewrite cuz I thought we was united and we not
But though all the love that I got for you
Parna I picked apart ya words and I’m shooked in them interviews
I been accused of not care’n
When the city threw your furniture out
Its not fair when I’m learnin about how stressed you feel in a article
Forget a rhyme I’m just as real when I talk to you
And you know that we share Kodak moments
I wish we could go back
But don’t act like you wasn’t bug’n out like a phone tap
Chase’n cars in the street
I saw you throw up in the sink
After hit the bar for a drink
who asked you to slow down?
Even though niggaz told me you was gon’ clown
You didn’t know I cried when I saw you whylin at the State Theater
In the door by the side
Throw you in the trunk and found a preacher for you
Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you
Sink’n fast in the deepest soil
Ya parents finally got you some help
You came out seem’n normal and
I heard you on medication
Had a illness you couldn’t heal with herbs and meditation
And believe me; Me and T, Three kept it low
Don’t take this as a dis this is just to let you kno that I love you
But watch the company you keep
Sware niggaz don’t care, but they love you in the streets
Get ya mind right nigga…"
"Yo T kill’n em, Three kill’n ‘em
You thought we broke up and ya you rite we really did
I wrote a verse that I recited it was hot
But I had to rewrite cuz I thought we was united and we not
But though all the love that I got for you
Parna I picked apart ya words and I’m shooked in them interviews
I been accused of not care’n
When the city threw your furniture out
Its not fair when I’m learnin about how stressed you feel in a article
Forget a rhyme I’m just as real when I talk to you
And you know that we share Kodak moments
I wish we could go back
But don’t act like you wasn’t bug’n out like a phone tap
Chase’n cars in the street
I saw you throw up in the sink
After hit the bar for a drink
who asked you to slow down?
Even though niggaz told me you was gon’ clown
You didn’t know I cried when I saw you whylin at the State Theater
In the door by the side
Throw you in the trunk and found a preacher for you
Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you
Sink’n fast in the deepest soil
Ya parents finally got you some help
You came out seem’n normal and
I heard you on medication
Had a illness you couldn’t heal with herbs and meditation
And believe me; Me and T, Three kept it low
Don’t take this as a dis this is just to let you kno that I love you
But watch the company you keep
Sware niggaz don’t care, but they love you in the streets
Get ya mind right nigga…"
