October 26, 2007
stimming lands with a balls-deep slice of tech-funk (it’s not even the b-side). make you moov. gaiser humanizes, and finally lets loose a beautiful hook (line, sinker). techno is so healthy these days if it splashed just a bit more soul around it could take over the world.
well, not really. but i’m sure you dig me, it’s got less steps than britney (ha ha).
October 18, 2007
never saw it coming? song is approp at this juncture, and not just because it’s the just blaze experience of the year (yet, anyway. ‘2nd coming’ was boring), or almost the track of the year (that few talk about?). even a swizz beatz level event hook can’t ruin it. is why he is king.
October 11, 2007
reverend ma$e raps about $ better than anyone in the (semi) retirement game. this is the best houston rap album since restless. and just like restless, will be criminally slept on. what can i say, money makes the world go round. dizzee said it.
October 8, 2007
make it happen.
October 7, 2007
this beat was made 12 years ago in the bay. check out the electro grind.
album is semi classic.
i’m back home where i belong.
October 6, 2007
My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullies
Brrat, cars peel, the east coast cartel
Rats get they tail snapped and trapped
It’s snitches in the streets and it’s snitches in rap
Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya
Coroner choruses, sung from the Bridge to Astoria
Dreams of fallin’ in a elevator passin’ floors
Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall
I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers
Picture ya tarot cards and bodyguards gettin’ sprayed up
Sabotagin’ my make-up, my watches get laced up
Even if they indited Jacob
Forensics, paramedics, carry cowards off
Defribilator shock to ya chest, try to cough
They die and hit Hell from a iron
I’m fly in YSL, I’m paid from this shit
Got bitches high as Hell and they fuckin’ like AIDS don’t exist
They get sent to ya hotel or made in this shit
Put a barrel in the capo mouth, ’til his scalp come out
You a kid, you don’t live what you rap about
King poetic, too many haters to count
Too much paper to count, QB bitch.
shame about his output.
‘money over bullshit’ is the best pure rap song in 3 years.