epic R&B symphony rap

8ball and MJG feat 112 and Three-6 Mafia – Cruisin

1. If only all ‘for the ladies’ cuts could be so epic and committed to the concept and caught up in their own grandeur.
2. 8ball and MJG can pull off widescreen Bad Boy Diddy-pop better than most and I hope these dudes get the focus they really deserve this year – single with Project Pat from last year was a classic and “Riding High” was hot in a exuberant mid-period Outkast way. Their first Bad Boy album was underrated, diverse in approach and startlingly ambitious in a way established acts really don’t have to be. And after years of classic releases in the suave house style, one timid step into pop with Quik and Swizz tracks on Space Age, this ambition was charming (their last 112 song even brought back that old Ma$e standby with some euphoric disco-pop-rap!) Judging from the new singles this album continues w/ an even bigger step into Big Important Music Statement, the rap equivalent of Oscar bait or some shit.
3. MJG and 8ball really sound charming over this. Committed and serious, no tossed off verse for the ladies, its all for real.
4. 3-6 are basically an afterthought and sound out of place. They don’t have that TLC that Ball and G pull off with almost accidental ease; if this was on a 3-6 album it would be filler.

Get Buck

Something appropriate and timely in this, his pre-Young Dro barrel-heavy delivery an embrace of rap rap rap over Polow, the only new producer anyone’s really looking for right now on the national stage (would you have ever thought things would be so weak we’d be looking to will.i.am??? Yet here we are), the last bastion of real hard g-rap music with the potential to go plat in a barren environment of rappers who can’t sell without an Xmas gimmick, one of the few soldiers who made enough money to maybe weather this internet-killing-music storm, at least for awhile. Say goodbye to the bloated Vegas-era event albums of washed up NY rappers, the bloated Vegas-era mixtapes of washed up wannabeNY N’Orleans rappers, embrace the realness of dudes who struggle to go gold, the Gottis and Dros and Boosies and uhhh…Dogg Pound’s, too, I guess (although that leadoff Dogg Chit single is…Dogg shit.) Eh. While I liked the first Buck album a fair amount, there’s something about dudes whose personalities seem to have been formed in a riviting plant or a ford factory or coal mine, all rough rugged and raw, like he sounds unafraid to stab a dude at the source awards, that seems real appealing RIGHT NOW, after an era of Neptunes flashbulb glitz etc. Remember how boring G-Unit all looked on the cover of XXL in that group shot where they were all clad in leather jackets, washed up vets alongside overexposed rapping Al Gore’s like Lloyd Banks? Well, they’re mostly still boring (uhhh yay return of the mac, tho), but after a peek at the production credits – how weird is it that G-Unit, the supposed enemies of originality and creativity in gangsta rap seem like the only testing ground for new producers on their albums these days! its strange I tell you.

Anyway great song. Cop the album.

I’m At the Budget Inn

I don’t know a fucking thing about this dude Gridlock. All I know is that he’s from Miami Florida, one of the most worthless states ever. They don’t sell 40’s there, I will never go just because I have standards. My homie Mike showed me this video on youtube and I’ve watched it a shitload of times. It’s got like 32 views and probably half of those are Mike and I. Gridlock isn’t the best rapper but man the song bangs. Yeah it’s hella low budget, lyrics ain’t nothing new, but there is something to be said for how he holds on to that styrofoam cup so tight. That and escalades with six myspace address on them. I like that dude reps the budget inn. He’s a baller for the common man, fuck rick ross and all that fancy rapper fantasy island shit.

another joint that doesn’t try to live up to the job of playing pretend that is being a rapper is this Track by Mr Sche, Front Me Something, featuring BlueBoi and Pimpminista. My favorite part of the song is the “I’m hurting dog” adlib. Yeah the song is about selling drugs but it actually touches on some real shit, being broke and unemployed as fuck.