Stan Ipcus

Stan Ipcus

 White Plains, New York, USA
BandHip Hop

Stan Ipcus is the voice of the suburbs with the sound of the streets. No white rapper has represented suburban New York in this raw form before with lyrical wit, skill, street credibility, and songwriting ability. New single on Hot 97 and SHADE 45, and he's featured on Matisyahu platinum LP YOUTH!

Biography

Stan Ipcus is the voice of the suburbs with the sound of the streets. He is the first white rapper to represent the Westchester suburban New York hip hop experience with lyrical wit, skill, soul, passion, street credibility, and songwriting ability, without compromising his various musical and cultural influences. Take a look, you might not expect it. A white guy so fly that talks reckless. The story of the rapper Stan Ipcus begins in Oakland, California, where he was born in 1978. His mom was a piano teacher, his dad a Music Camp Director. He spent the first three months of his life living in a three-sided cabin at the camp, surrounded by hippies, music, and weed. At five years old his family headed east for White Plains, New York. He grew up there; playing sports, taking piano lessons, and listening to hip hop music. In high school, he began writing his first raps, and hopping in and out of the Bronx and Manhattan to cop mixtapes and attend live hip hop shows, one where he was actually pulled on stage by The Roots to rap with the band at the end of their Knitting Factory performance, marking Stan's first hip hop highlight in 1996. It was during this time period that he was given the name Stan Ipcus by one of his neighborhood friends. At The University of Maryland, he began to record songs and link up with other students interested in hip hop. After gaining a campus wide buzz, he started performing locally at major on campus events, as well as in the Washington D.C. metro area clubs, parties, and on college radio shows. After graduating from with B.A. in American Studies, Stan returned to White Plains. He was the winner of the sonicbids.com contest to be the opening act for Slick Rick in NYC, and also opened up for Boot Camp veterans Smif n Wessun. He performed solo sets live all over the Tri State area, most notably at Joe's Pub, CBGB's, and ironically back at The Knitting Factory. His first official street single "Pay U No Mind", recorded at Sony Studios in Manhattan, received airplay on WNYU 89.1FM's Halftime Show with DJ Eclipse in 2005. He became very well known in Westchester County for his frequent local appearances and performances at the hottest night clubs, and his buzzworthy street cd's featuring a mix of classic New York hip hop production with soul and indie rock influences and samples. Stan's buzz grew nationwide when he was featured rapping on the Matisyahu studio album Youth (Epic Records, track 8), which debuted at 4 on the Billboard charts and 1 on iTunes, and was certified platinum by the RIAA and nominated for a Best Reggae Album Grammy award. On the song "WP", which Rolling Stone magazine called in their review of Youth the album's "most lyrically attractive track", the two childhood friends who grew up blocks from each other reminisce on their days coming up in White Plains. He has made dozens of appearances live with Matisyahu in NYC at Madison Square Garden, Hammerstein Ballroom, Webster Hall, Roseland Ballroom, at the Sundance Film Festival in Utah, the Greek Theatre in LA, and also on the Summer Unity Tour with 311. In 2008, his creative new single "My Ferris Buellers", an ode to his Nike SB Ferris Bueller Dunk sneakers, was heard on Hot 97 and Shade 45 numerous times, and he made live appearances on both stations, most notably on the Cipha Sounds and Rosenberg Hot 97 Morning Show, where Stan's pre-recorded intro with Matisyahu beatboxing can also be heard regularly, as well as his newer solo one which debuted on the show at the top of 2009. And his self produced video for "My Ferris Buellers" was featured all over the internet on many of the biggest hip hop and sneaker related sites after its debut on the internet's most respected hip hop blog, nahright.com. And since then, nahright.com has featured many of his other records, such as his political zinger "George Mush (Move Over Dubya)" and his vicious Asher Roth diss "The Great White Hope", among other exclusive videos and songs. Most recently at the top of 2009, nahright.com featured his self produced BACHELOR PARTY mixtape album, calling Ipcus "one of the most talented free agents out there". They post his new songs, videos, and mixtapes on a regular basis. And his latest street single "Wifey Material" is in regular rotation on Peter Rosenberg's highly acclaimed Hot 97 Real Late Hip Hop mixshow. All this was done on his own, with no representation to support him. As an added edge, Stan is an accomplished piano player, and maintains his work with youth, Directing a Cultural Arts Center in Mount Kisco, NY, overseeing digital and visual arts workshops and programming, with an in-house recording studio for kids and video editing lab. He is also a published writer and blogger, most known for his GROOM GUY column on Westchester Magazine's website, his personal blog WESTCHEDDAR (www.westcheddar.com), and his prior work with XXL magazine covering live concerts all along the east coast. He is also currently finishing up his first memoir

Lyrics

Revolving Door

Written By: Stan Ipcus

this ism algorithm projects wisdom
Detects sweat project chisms
but not recidivism/
it's incorrect to disrespect the system
you snooze on the law
and you'll find out who's pimpin' when you're missin'/
it's not you
it's the boys in blue
sellin your dreams
for schemes involving green cream and avenue fiends/
it seems the globe revolves like headspins
coke dissolves and stoves
revolvers uphold the code of deadly sins/
medleys begin
on the block you sell rock
but beats can't knock
if the beast got the streets locked/
too many one man bands
scams for grands ruin plans
who's your fam
before you get hired you're canned/
so now you're fired up
but your time's up
your rhymes suck
your dimes are butt
so now you use crime to get a buck/
you press your luck and now you're stuck like glue
you do a year or two
then you're home for a few
chuggin beers with your crew/
but no chronic because you're on piss tests
and wifey's breast can't support your stress
you're a mess
now what's next?/
you get your man from high school
polly at the bar stool
play it cool with the tool
and come up with a jewel/
your man gives the thumbs up
but your plan sucks
whipping a rented truck in Maryland with grams in your butt?/
you're nuts like Planters
holding your hammer to noggins
robbing folks from Alabama
spitting New Yiddy grammar/
calling your man "dun"
down there they call their man "young"
you got a hon sprung
tonguin' your bun
telling her she's the one/
selling her furs on the low
soyou can make a tree run
and re-up
but when the D's come
you'll see she's the one/
laughing at you
your man can't back you pa
he's trapped too
they know it's you
by your hairdo and tattoo/
so now you're out of state
with mush on your plate
there's no debate
you can't skate on fate
if you're a prison inmate./

WP

Written By: Stan Ipcus

MISTY MORNING
AND MY MOM’S A MESS
TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE
MY POPS IS STRESSED
LIFE IS A TEST/
MAKE THE GRADE OR CATCH AN F
NOW DEATH IS ALL THAT’S
LEFT TO PONDER
I WONDER OFF HOPING TO
CATCH MY BREATH/
AND HOLD IT
MOLD MY MEMORIES
FROM UNTOLD SCRIPTS
AND ROLL UP IN A TORNADO TWIST/
NOW I’M CERTAIN
THERE’S A PERTINENT REASON
I’M ON THIS EARTH
SEASONS CHANGE
IN WHITE PLAINS
BUT WE REMAIN ALERT/
WHEN NEW SCHOOL YEARS APPEAR
FOOLS FEAR FALL FAILURE
AND CRAWL AWAY IN TEARS
I PLAY POPEYE THE SAILOR
AND STAY WITH SPINACH/
WE WALK THE HALLS
WITH A GRIMACE
YEAH THEY GOSSIP IN GROUPS
I TRY TO MIND MY BUSINESS
AND TELL THE TRUTH/
FOR INSTANCE
I LISTEN AND SEE IT ALL
WITH BASKETBALL COURT VISION
IGNORING IGNORANCE
IN FIELDS OF FICTION/
WE LEAN BACK
IN THE CALMEST POSITION
AND EMBRACE THE HONESTY FOUND WITHIN OUR TENSION...

Listen

Written By: Stan Ipcus

a whisper in the window
stained glass goth angels
dance delicately
on the snow topped grass/
with the warmth of whiskey from a flask
i indulge to pass judgement
on the voice from my pass
it seems crass/
to eavesdrop
so when eardrums pop
i blame myself
and bellyflop thoughts from the top shelf/
the task is unwritten
and the gem is hidden
beneath a bed
of hand sewn clothes with oriental stitching/
the wealth of a man
with a notchless belt
squeaky clean and geeky
watch for spotless guilt
it gets tricky/
when the tilt of the slope enlarges
towards the zenith
where our hopelessness reincarnates...

a humming in the hallway
hymns from the high almighty
linger low
as the lights go dim/
while the harmony wrinkles my skin
i chin up
and pull close
to the sound of the wind/
the instruments
played by insects
dazzle the dew
on the daffodils
and turn the tree sap to a stew/
the intellect
collected in the cobwebs
baffles
until the flight of the javelin
arrives to unravel/
the mystery
underneath the sun-dried rock
which coincides
with the time told by hands on the clock/
so as the geese flock
in the sand of the serpent
the sea urchent
inches close
to the crinkled cut curtain...

chatter in the alley
space cadet kids
spill lentils as they lie
on their untied bibs/
blabber-mouths
motorized by their ribs
run the gamet of delight
through the strength of their shins/
the pie eating contest
congested with flem
shows the truth
as it resonates with slightly a bend/
and so i pretend
to be preoccupied with proofs
when in actuality
i feel rather aloof/
the lather in the bath
leads to pools of disgrace
as the lilly white faces
wash their water with paste/
trace it or not
there is truth in the tub
so as the ivory rusts
i remain unscrubbed...

Westcheddar

Written By: Stan Ipcus

suited out at the rondezvous
with a Polo coat
and a wallabee shoe
how i do/
so smooth yo i'm fresh to def
fondu dipped
the cufflinks in check
who wanna test?/
yo they call me young hyman roth
real estate cake and a cashmere cloth/
i got a robb report yacht and a major babe
stocks to trade ma i ain't got all day/
she wanna lay and blow haze in the v.i.p.
these fake m.c.'s wanna see i p
listen up/
i'll battle them on park ave for free
bloomberg blam with no finance fee
pay attention/

westcheddar
we stay fresh to def kid

repeat 4x

catch me in greenwich playing tennis with killa
kam bond don long dough heavy skrilla/
westcheddar believe dog we get that cheese
free form pools and oz's of trees/
country club to the pub
golf carts and darts
we up in neiman marcus while you're at k -mart
that's for certain/
homeboy we're just flirting with fame
step to white plains better tighten your game/
dog we're lighting up spliffs yo
we got that piff pot
and chicks who like to sip on whiskey stiff/
yeah you know the name ma it's ippy dip
customized kicks and some fly ass whips
who you wit ma?/

chorus

so fresh so clen the green glistens
my team's so mean we're chipwichin'/
spitting ice cream bars with the sprinkles
stan ipcus the pimp with dimples/
and i'm leaning like a french bouret
in the kitchen cooking up that chronic souffle/
and you can smell it all the way to the tappan zee bridge
keg in the crib by the walk in fridge/
i talk slick stay icey
spit game politely
delicate etiquette
you know i might be/
with the blondes all on me like a young hugh hef
that love to two step and stay fresh to def
who you wit ma?/

chorus

Munched Out

Written By: Stan Ipcus

THE SOY SAUCE BOSS
CHICKENS CALL ME GENREAL TSO’S THE WAY I FLOSS IN FATIGUES/
MY MAIN SQUEEZE GOT A LO MEIN TOE GAME
SHE ROCKS JIMMY CHU VERA WANG BUT HER SOCKS ARE NO NAME/
I’M THE SZECHUAN DON WITH LONG DOUGH
YACHT UP IN TOKYO HONG KONG CONDO/
CHRON BLOWING ALL MY L’S LOOKING LIKE EGG ROLLS
SMOKING WHILE I’M POKING AT A J-LO A-HOLE/
I THREW A LITTLE VOODOO AT HER
HAD HER STRAIGHT LICKING UP THE PU PU PLATTER/
SIPPING ON SAPORROS EATING MY DICK WITH CHOPSTICKS
PIMPING HER HORMONES SUCKING MY DUMPLINGS FOR SURE THOUGH/
IF SHE BRINGS THAT BEEF AND BROCCOLI
I’LL SEND WIFE PIECE TO GO QUIEF IN HER SAKE/
AND DIP OFF WITH A COUPLE BOUGIE GROUPIES
GET DOUCHIE CUTIE IP AIN’T WITH THE SUSHI COOCHIE/
YA HEAR ME?

CHORUS

COME AND GET MUNCHED OUT
WITH MAX B AND STAN IPCUS
TAKE YOUR LUNCH OUT

VERSE TWO- MEXICAN FOOD

IP’S A CHIP GUY THE SALSA POPPA
DIPPED LIKE GUACAMOLE WITH MORE QUESO THAN AN ENCHILADA/
WE ROLL HAZE AND FART FRIJOLES SLAUGHTERING CERVESA
PARDON ME IF I LACE YA/
HOMIES YA’LL REMIND ME OF SOME CAMERONES
SHRIMPY GIPPIES CRUSTIER THAN A CHIMICHANGA/
IPPY’S ON THE LOOSE POOPING IN YOUR MOM’S FAJITA
SOOTHING SENORITAS WITH THOSE BLUE MARGARITAS/
YOU FIEND FOR THE SUPREME COMBO SOUR CREAM TACO
GORDITA TORTILLA CRUNCHIE MUNCHIE COMBO/
THE GUAPO FLAN DON BLOWING CHRON CHRON
IT COMPLIMENTS MY CORONA LIKE ARROZ CON POLLO/
PUTA MY GRINGO LINGO’S MUY CALIENTE
UP ON OGDEN THEY CALL ME EL PRESIDENTE SMELL ME/
RUB YOUR BELLY LET’S GET SALSEATED
IF IT WAS UP TO ME OH WELL WE’D ALL BE NAKED/
LET’S FACE IT

REPEAT CHORUS

VERSE THREE- ITALIAN FOOD

THE PESTO PREP
I SPIT SAHARA MARINARA DOGGY HOT TO DEF/
THE CHEF IP CRISPY ON THE AVE. LIKE A BREADSTICK
PARMESON IN MY POCKET SWING MY GARLIC DICK/
THE ANCHOVIE HOMIE SMELLING LIKE A BROCCOLI STROMBOLI
OG’S IN WP STUFF L’S LIKE CANNOLIS WITH ME/
PEPPERONI STEE SO FLAVOR HATER
I STAY AROUND CHEESE LIKE SOME MACARONI SEE YA LATER/
AT THE PIZZA SHOP SIPPING ON VINO
EATING SCALLOP SCARPIELLO IP’S THE GREAT BAMBINO/
SALUD

Ipcus Walks

Written By: Stan Ipcus

TO THE TUNE OF "JESUS WALKS" BY KANYE WEST

YOU KNOW WHAT STAN IP SPITS?
STRAIGHT UP PIMP SHIT
THE REST OF THESE RAPPERS ARE STRAIGHT UP DIPSHITS/
MOST OF THESE RAPPERS ARE CAKED UP BITCHES
SOMEBODY TELL THESE RAPPERS ABOUT STANLEY IPCUS/
I WALK THROUGH THE HIGHLANDS WITH MY PU CLICK MISFITS
SIX CHICKS A PIECE AND THEY ALL GOT SICK TITS/
DUTCH ROLLING
DRO BLOWING
CHICKENS CHOKING ON BONES FROM SNOWBLOWING/
JIZZIN’ OFF IN THE LEXUS
DIPPED IN SOME FRESHNESS
CUZZIE MY WHOLE CLICK EATS CHOCHA FOR BREAKFAST/
WE LIKE TUSHIES AND CLITS
THAT’S THE BASICS
WALK WITH THE KID MA TIE UP YA ASICS/

IPCUS WALKS
IPCUS WALKS WITH ME

TO THE BRUNETTES BLONDIES
JEWISH CHICKS AND MOMMIES
YEAH YEAH

YOU CAN WALK WITH IP

TO MY IRISH WHITE CHICKS
WHO DRESS SO STYLISH
HELL YEAH

YOU CAN WALK WITH IP

NOW HEAR YE HEAR YE
IT’S THE PIMP OF THE YEAR
BE CLEAR
THAT BOY IPCUS SPITS SO SINCERE/
THAT REAL RAP
IT’S ALMOST NEARLY EXTINCT
CHUGGING ALL THOSE BEERS
YA’LL DRINK AND DON’T THINK/
I AIN’T HEAR TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY FACIAL FEATURES
I’M JUST TRYING TO GET SOME FACE UNDER THE BLEACHERS/
ALL I’M TRYING TO SAY
IS KERMIT AND MISS PIGGY
LIL’ KIM AND BIGGIE
THAT’S THE WAY THEY NEED IPPY/
SO HEAR GOES MY SINGLE
YO RADIO LOVE ME
GET YOURSELF A FAT SACK AND TWIST UP YOUR DUTCHIE/
BLOW ON YOUR KIND DRO CHOCOLATE AND HAZE
MOMMIES PUT YOUR HANDS UP IF YOU WANNA GET LAID/
BUT IF THAT TAKE TAKES AWAY FROM MY STASH
WHICH’LL PROBABLY TAKE AWAY FROM MY CASH
I HOPE MA WILL LET ME SMASH/
CHECK THE WAY I TAKE MY PENIS OUT
EVERYTIME I’M IN THE CLUB
ALL MY PEEPS SCREAMIN’ OUT/

IPCUS WALKS
IPCUS WALKS WITH ME

Auspicious

Written By: Stan Ipcus

similes are symbolic and brolic
over beats that go
boom bap
the streets
geek out and start to freak/
auspicious
it's ipcus
so naucious
when I release
it's sick
the deceased eat fecies
with no relief/
disgusting
its nothing
to bumrush
with bantor
that numbnuts can't handle
they ramble in disbelief/
oh yeah
meet the rapper
that murmers
and starts chatter
they gossip in offices
whoops they signed novices/
stan's the next artist
can the sex objects
let em model
duckheads turn red
let em waddle/
i'm paddlin upstream
against a dream
coincide with the current
and we'll all make cream
Know what I mean/

Wifey Material (1st verse)

Written By: Stan Ipcus

she wears a three inch cuff matching her heel,
her grill is killer
it's like the taste of steel,
no one iller in this life has ever crossed my path,
28 years you can do the math,
to sum her up in one word
perfection,
if imperfections make you perfect
then she's the exception,
hard to imagine how my swag
magnetized her interest
imbedded in her eyes i see it,
electric with the style
she's too sick to digest,
i breathe soft
talk slow
as she makes her entrance,
red rose romantic like dance steps,
with one glance
i can't wait to hold her hand and,
i want to kiss her so bad i can't stand it,
that's who i'm dealing with
a pleasure meeting her like this,
as we stroll up 8th ave in unison,
if she smiles again i might lose it,
cute ain't the word
she moves more like music,
beautiful
the way she walks on the street is symphonic,
new york city's finest but she's no cop,
i keep checking my watch
wishing that time would stop,
shit is real ak.....

Highlands to Hollywood (2nd verse)

Written By: Stan Ipcus

by the pool
to lazy
to really do
anything but bling
so yo i just sit/
and lean while i write
my bars with a chick
you think the pool's wet
that's nothing to ip/
katrina her tits
with cream then i dip
to cop a new car
and stunt like a star/
yeah i'm still new yid
out in the hills
no i don't swipe
i just play with bills/
who gives a fuck bro
every girl knows
from soho to venice beach
that my speech/
is so fuckin rad
no i don't skateboard
drop dimes or tattle
snakes tend to rattle/
me i just lasso
chicks like they're cattle
beef with the boys
i'm not known to hassle/
that's my pu click
peep the brand new whips
highlands to hollywood
who's that
it's ipcus/

Hammer (2nd verse)

Written By: Stan Ipcus

at the bistro for lunch
had a little hunch
from the jump
that these dudes
had a crush on my bun/
eggs benedict
hollandaise and some haze
better look both ways
the white boy packs guns/
it's gangsta daddy
long legs and fattys
daddy longlegs
holds down clubs like caddies/
semi automaties
remy on the patio
dancing in soho
we hop in the Navi/
wacky khacki
wacky tobacci
thugs mug the boy
wanna grub and wack me/
so i take
the shit in my own hands
exactly
pop at you
my date
we hold hands
it's family baby/
chill with the slick talk
gip walk to your whip
please man get lost/
before i toss you off a cliff
got a full clip
for your click's bullshit
don't worry ma/

Real Ganja Talk (1st verse)

Written By: Stan Ipcus

young ippy
dumb sticky in the whip
one with me and she's sick
young pretty and legit/
come with me ghost ride
as i provide you with the script
this the story of a pimp
by the name of stan ip/
marvin gaye in the escalade
doggy stay stuntin'
haze blunts
hot box like advacados in the oven/
poppin' bottles like it's nothin'
we skedaddle on the hudson
lolligaggin' in the left lane getting brain
"yo where's her husband?"/
who cares little cousin
he's at work like a jerk
as i murk like captain kirk
here's a napkin for your skirt
little mama/
please pardon me
i bust off awkwardly
dome game insane
yo her brain was like socrates/
no homo
now i'm dipping off in slow mo
at the dojo
in the polo
kicking writtens for the promo/
little haters wanna gawk
as i walk with the hawk
and a marijuana stalk
this is real ganja talk/

Discography

Matisyahu- Youth track #8 WP featuring Stan Ipcus(platinum, grammy nominated)

Stan Ipcus- Westcheddar/Do Us (available on Itunes and all other online download sites)

Dirty Jax Presents The Best of Stan Ipcus

Stan Ipcus- Bachelor Party (914 CLASSIC!!!)

Stan Ipcus and DJ Roz- Real Breezy

Stan Ipcus-Flirting with Fame LP

Em & Ip-The White Album Mixtape

Stan Ipcus-Extra Him LP

Stan Ipcus- Pu Click Poetry EP

Set List

Typical Ipcus Set List

1. Let's Walk
2. Brainiac
3. What the F? accapella
4. Hammer
4. Highlands to Hollywood
5. Ippylicious (cover with new lyrics)
6. Ballin' (cover with new lyrics)
7. Beat Box interlude
8. DJ routine
9. Rap Video
10. I does this
11. Keepin' it Movin with Sade beat
12. Real Ganja Talk
13. Pumpkin Cheesecake
14. Get Horny
15. My Ferris Buellers

i extend the show or shorten it based on time and special guest appearances...