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Being You Is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often

by Quelle Chris

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about

Quelle Chris fucks with himself. Most of the time. Honestly, it might depend on when and where you catch him. That’s to say that the Detroit representative is like the rest of us—surfing on waves of self-confidence, enduring periods of self-doubt, and searching for a sustainable balance.

The primary difference between Quelle and us is that he’s supremely gifted at rapping and producing. He’s funnier too—in the way that the best comedians are deceptively complex and prone to bouts of melancholy. His new album, Being You is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often, is one of the most poignant, self-aware, and hilarious rap albums in recent memory. We should probably offer him some flowers, a case of expensive liquor, and cover the bill for the group therapy session.

For the Mello Music Group release, Quelle assembled a veritable hip-hop Justice League: Roc Marciano, Homeboy Sandman, Denmark Vessey, Jean Grae, Elzhi, Cavalier, et. al. Then there’s the production, mostly handled by Quelle, but aided by crucial assists from MNDGSN, Iman Omari, Chris Keys, Swarvy, and Alchemist.

Despite the preponderance of talent sharing the stage, the guests bend to the world that Quelle created. A darker shade of psychedelia, as if Madvillain gobbled anti-anxiety pills instead of psilocybin. Or maybe a fraternal drunken twin to Open Mike Eagle’s “Dark Comedy.”

The title comes from a real-life discussion about the difficulties of consistency. How each of us are subject to both our own bad spirits and bursts of inspiration, those unavoidable Serotonin and dopamine peaks and valleys. Being You is Great is an attempt to catalog those moods. It’s about learning to love, or at least recognize, the best and worst of one’s self. It’s about loneliness and comfort. Learning to hate love and learning to love hate.

Sequenced so that extreme confidence follows casual despair, the pendulum swings back and forth, mirroring our own emotions and validating something that Nietszche and Ray Bradbury once claimed: “we have art so we won’t die of truth.”

If hip-hop is filled with everymen and superheroes, Quelle Chris has done something quietly radical. This record is almost too human—full of the sublte revelations that only come to you later in life, when you realize that heroes make plenty of errors, and anti-heroes often have merit.


It’s not an exuberant celebration of human life, nor is it a politicized condemnation of what got us here. It’s a record with beats that will make you bob your head and tap your feet, and clever lyrics that will make you laugh and scrunch your face. But most of all, it’s a record with a tremendous reserve of empathy. Something that captures the wonder and madness of being human. Something relentlessly honest. Something great.

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released February 10, 2017

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Track Name: BS Vibes (feat. House Shoes) [prod. Chris Keys]
Just stepped in from outer space

Damn I'm feeling great

People I done met

Places I done stayed

Lessons that I learned from my unmendable mistakes

Pressure to be greater than. Feinding to relate

Said no to yesterday. Yes to knowing more

Note my glowing aura

One one can't ignore

Two to all that hating that means peace sign Nileseyy Niles

Never cared bout style and that goes back to 90 now

Some might cower "He's too versatile. His mind ain't right as it might sposed to be."

Ya BS vibes may rub off on a nigga

The p.s. reads "Don't stand so close to me."



Proper rhymes. I snap like papadums

Mic in a choke like fights in octagons

Dot connect. Please find some better lines

Beats like fine china. I break and then they buy

I do work on the body like Macco

So when I call "hey. ho." they respond when I say so

Bars upon bars is the mission

Snackin off raps. You wait. Wash the dishes

Absolutely Bruce Lee

Snap the puss to Boosie

I lived by the loose leaf since a kid. Ice cream on the face like Gucci

My nigga Cav came through dressed like Cochise.

They be like "oh shit they chiefs. To both knees,"

From short sleeves to low teens.

That's year round I rep Crown till Niles peace



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Ever since my first words hit the pad

Had to check myself in like shit I might have a habit

With each hit and each line grew addicted

Couldn't kick the kicks and the HIs kept him lifted

They pushed my buttons so I turned to controller

Master of ceremonies. Colder as I'm older

Mark my words. Don't politic with herbs

Don't wanna sip your beers. Don't try to pass me herb

So take a picture but it won't last longer

I stay on the mind and in spirit I'll grow stronger

You was the "hook on phonics worked for me" type

I was off hooks over bomb beats. Getting mad hype

But hearing bs only brings out the most in me

So while homes roasting you their ladies is toasting me

So stay in your place where you 'sposed to be.

P.s. don't stand close to me.



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