I already know what you're thinking. I saw it happening while I was writing today's post. My efforts to quietly attempt to continue this blog, sneaking in and completely ignoring the fact that I've been away for nearly two months, are going to be quickly thwarted by reactions of the “This is what you come back with?!?” variety. And it won't really matter what I write, or that I even returned to begin with, because you two will only focus on the subject of the post, a man whom most of you have already formed an opinion that isn't going to budge regardless of what I say.
But
you don't always get what you want.
I
certainly didn't want a planned short hiatus to balloon into a forced
vacation because of a computer problem turning into an issue with the
motherboard, which then turned into my hard drive being wiped clean,
which caused me to have to try to rebuild my music collection from
nearly the ground up. (By the way, I lost a shit-ton of mixtapes in
that fiasco, but I just don't give enough of a shit to look for them
again, so sorry, Wale, Asher Roth, and everyone else I never got back
around to because I quickly lost interest. Although if one of you
two happens to have all of Kanye West's G.O.O.D. Friday leaks
(including alternate versions of some of the tracks) and are willing
to share, I would greatly appreciate them.) So I'm under enough
stress as it is, and I don't really have the time or the patience to
deal with people bitching about free content on a site that helps you kill
time at work. (Shout-out to my wife, who has somehow accepted and
supported the continued existence of this site even though life keeps
getting in the way, especially since she also lost some of her own
music and was pissed, although not nearly as much as I was.) I've
accepted the fact that I'm never going to write about every single
rapper and album that you have all requested, not even if I let this
blog run for another twenty years (which, trust me, that ain't
happening), so instead I opted to roll with something that I thought
would make for some funny commentary, and if you all decide to run in
the opposite direction because of the subject matter, I can't stop
you, although I will say that you're missing out on the point of the
blog.
I
suggest you try a different tactic today (and moving forward, in a
perfect world). The name of today's album is The Saga Continues...,
and it comes from P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family (formerly Puff
Daddy & The Family). Have you stopped grinding your teeth in
anger yet? Okay. Now I urge you two locate a copy of this album: I
strongly doubt any of you actually owns one, since nobody on the
planet will cop to having this in their library, so do what
you have to do to obtain one. I won't tell anyone, I promise.
Let's
try listening to the album, track-by-track, and forming opinions
based on what you hear, not what you read (that's right, I'm
perfectly happy with you disagreeing with me entirely, even though I
know I'm right), and, and this is really important, not based on what
you already think of the artist. Because here's the thing: everyone hates
Puff Daddy. You're not special. Hell, I do, too. Bad Boy Records is still trying to
shake their classification as a label that relies heavily on samples
from other, better songs in order to get their points across. And
they're doing so while still reeling from the loss of The Notorious
B.I.G., one of the best rappers of all time (although even
that is based on the fact that we never got to hear Biggie flounder
and pick up cameos on inferior artists' projects, but that's a
subject for another time). And you have to admit, you have liked (or
even loved) some of what the label has released, and at least three
of those things include a co-starring role for Sean “Puffy”
Combs. So get over yourselves, and actually try listening to the
goddamn album. If you hate it after the fact, that's on you, but at least
your opinion will be much more informed.
The Saga Continues... came during a time of reconstruction. The Bad Boy
Records of yore was long gone, with Biggie deceased, Craig Mack
having trouble holding on to his double shifts at Rite Aid, Ma$e
opting to do the work of the Lord, Shyne (who was never actually all
that popular and is included on this list as a formality) sitting
around lazily in prison, and The Lox acting like the hypocrites they
are, railing against Puffy and his radio-friendly demeanor while
completely forgetting that they all signed the fucking contract, and
come on, even Biggie's Ready To Die relied on samples and radio
airplay to get its point across, so what were they really expecting?
Puffy
responded to the changes the only way he could: by signing a bunch of
new acts. He even changed his rap name to P. Diddy, which is how I
won't be referring to him this evening because that name is somehow
worse than Puff Daddy. (This all took place before he lost the "P" and started going by just Diddy, which is less ridiculous?) All of this somehow signaled a time of
rebirth for Bad Boy Records, which meant it was time to start
releasing new music to the masses.
The Saga Continues... is Puffy's third album, although his debut, No Way
Out (which featured the masterful Biggie and Busta Rhymes-featured
“Victory” and “It's All About The Benjamins (Remix)”, which I
still hear once a week on Sirius XM's Backspin and never fails to
brighten my mood), was credited to Puff Daddy & The Family, and
the follow-up, Forever, is assigned to Sean only. It wasn't always
intended to be his third album: Puffy was actually working on a
gospel album alongside Hezekiah Walker entitled Thank You, and got so
far as to have press releases and sampler CDs shipped out before
abandoning the project altogether. Thank You was recorded around the
time Sean was sweating under courthouse lights regarding the infamous
club shooting that his lackey Shyne ended up taking the fall for, so
the fact that he immediately abandoned it in favor of The Saga Continues..., which is essentially a glorified label sampler made up
of boasts 'n bullshit that praise the almighty dollar just as often
as they do an anonymous deity, almost makes one think that Thank You
was the result of a tearful prayer where Puffy promised to honor his
Lord and savior if he was able to walk away from the case, and once
he accomplished that, he quickly backed off of his promise. The disc
itself may as well have a graphic of a shiny middle finger placed
right in its center.
Forced
to work with what he had (not only did he lose the heavy hitters on
his label roster, he also had previously severed his working
relationships with many of the Hitmen, Bad Boy's former in-house
production team that was responsible for why No Way Out didn't suck
like it should have), Puff Daddy recruited lesser-known producers to
work alongside bigger names such as The Neptunes and, well, himself,
technically, and those beats were then handed over to rappers with names
such as Loon, G. Dep, and Black Rob, the only dude on the label at
the time who had the distinction of also appearing on No Way Out back
when Puffy had more famous friends. In fact, The Saga Continues...
isn't only the first Puff Daddy solo album (although, since it is
credited to a nonexistent group, he doesn't shoulder all of the
blame for the album's trajectory) to not feature Biggie, Pastor Ma$e,
or The Lox, it's also the first to exclude still-living (at the time
of this writing) outside guests such as Jay-Z and Lil' Kim. And the
outside influences on here are minimal at best: Puffy appears to have
locked his entire roster in the studio and forced them all to
contribute in some form, or else they wouldn't get any pudding. (This
actually only applies to the rappers on Bad Boy: the R&B side of
the house, which also made Puffy a substantial amount of disposable
income, didn't suffer nearly as much turnover as of 2001, although
girl group Total was no longer among its ranks.)
The Saga Continues... inexplicably sold a bunch of copies, and Puffy
interpreted that sales performance as proof that he was capable of
moving units off of the strength of his name and his label's past
history alone. Which was true at the time. But there's a reason why
most of you two who have made it this far into the article won't
really remember much from the project, but can recite Biggie's verses
from “Victory” at the drop of a hat.
Enjoy!
Or just be glad that there's a new post. Either or, I'm good.
1.
THE SAGA CONTINUES (P. DIDDY, G. DEP, BLACK ROB, & LOON)
The
first feeling you have once this title track kicks off is one of
empathy for Puffy. I'm being serious: after two albums featuring the
likes of The Notorious B.I.G., Ma$e, The Lox, and other A-listers,
Sean Combs is forced to reintroduce both himself and his label,
reciting mission statements and platitudes alongside names not quite
as likely to garner as much interest as those I gave above. Thanks
to the sample from The Alan Parsons Project's “Sirius”, “The
Saga Continues” is a blatant bid to incite excitement at the mere
presence of...um, Black Robert (who sounds okay), Ma$e's former
friend Loon (who doesn't), and current correctional facility resident
G. Dep (formerly of the Gang Starr Foundation, which is a true fact)?
The fuck? Maybe they're getting ready to make it rain threes, too?
(You'd have to hear the song to understand what I'm trying to say
there.) It's really bad when you hear the host try to talk himself
into believing that the new roster is better than Bad Boy ever had
been. I'm fairly certain Puffy couldn't sleep at night while putting
this project together. Sigh. (Interestingly enough, the actual
scratching on here is credited to one DJ Khaled, who I guess used to do real deejay things before he gave up and started shouting on
wax for a living.)
2.
BAD BOY FOR LIFE (P. DIDDY, BLACK ROB, & MARK CURRY)
The
second single, which sums up the overall theme for The Saga Continues... as a whole: Puffy and his friends “ain't goin'
nowhere” because “it's 'Bad Boy For Life'”. Upon its release
in 2001, I didn't care for it much, but it eventually grew on me,
thanks to the Megahertz beat, which layers fat slices of funk in
between what would have been a generic beat, and its accompanying
video, which became an MTV staple thanks to the participation of
actor/director Ben Stiller and the absurd dance styles of Access
Hollywood's Pat O'Brien. Puffy embraces his role as a rapper who
doesn't write his own rhymes, but gives himself credit for
“surviv[ing] what [he's] beet through” (um, I think Biggie and
Shyne's respective families suffered through much more than you,
motherfucker), while Black Robert makes a bid for the mainstream
acceptance that alluded him after his “Whoa!”, and Mark Curry,
oddly not the guy who starred on Hangin' With Mr. Cooper, tries to
prove to his parents that he is (was) signed to Bad Boy, see? That's
his name in the liner notes and everything! For what it is, not bad,
but don't expect much out of this. (I'm aware that there's an
official remix of “Bad Boy For Life” featuring Busta Rhymes and
M.O.P., an artist and a group, respectively, who are not affiliated
in any way with Bad Boy Records, so their participation makes very
little fucking sense, but that collaboration appears on another
project, one that will probably eventually make its way to my pile,
so I'll hold off on commenting until then.)
3.
TOE GAME (INTERLUDE) (BLACK ROB & P. DIDDY)
A
bit early for this, huh?
4.
THAT'S CRAZY (BLACK ROB, P. DIDDY, & G. DEP)
Black
Rob's first bar is the same as it was when he kicked off “Whoa!”
(a song that still works today, quit lying to yourselves), making it
very clear for those of you who can't pick up subtle hints that
“That's Crazy” is intended as a spiritual sequel, if not just a
rip-off. The titular phrase punctuates every single goddamn bar,
whether the preceding words spoken by Puffy, Robbie, or G. Dep could
be considered crazy or not. Our host sounds like he's addressing the
infamous club shooting where Shyne took the fall while he walked away
without a scratch, but he quickly shifts the subject and starts
talking about himself, and as such, I didn't give a shit. And G.
Dep's line, “I got a mil when I signed my deal” is funnier if you
imagine him saying, “I got a meal when I signed my deal”, but for
reasons I don't feel like transcribing here. Oh, and this song
sucks.
5.
LET'S GET IT (THREE THE HARD WAY (G. DEP, P. DIDDY, & BLACK ROB))
The
first single, which also doubles as the first single from G-Dep's
solo album Child Of The Ghetto, which dropped later in 2001, when
nobody gave a shit because it was the post-9/11 world. Since Deppy
is the star attraction (even though the track was originally credited
to a collective called Three The Hard Way for some fucking reason,
Dep gets most of the lines), the second half of that last sentence
makes sense, at least, as Sean and Robert sing backup over the Yogi
and Mario Winans Al Green-sampling instrumental. Just as I felt back
in 2001, Dep's introductory salvo as a solo artist outside of the
Gang Starr confines (which would never have happened when Guru (R.I.P.) and Premier were at their peak, although today I'm sure Primo would back a G.Dep solo album just as quickly as he would every other no-name artist he promotes) isn't very
convincing, but it could have been a lot worse, and Robbie (who
refers to himself as “Rob Marciano”, which only made me think
that a collaboration between himself and Roc Marcy could possibly
elevate the performances from both men) sounds okay. Puff doesn't
embarrass himself nearly as much as he deserves should, because
I don't care enough to finish this statement.
6.
SHINY SUIT MAN (P. DIDDY)
I
remember at least the last part of this interlude playing as the
intro to the video clip of the next track. Good to know that this is
where I get all of my “Shiny Suit Man” cracks from.
7.
DIDDY (P. DIDDY FEAT. THE NEPTUNES)
Puff
Daddy teams up with The Neptunes (who both receive the 'featuring'
credit even though only Pharrell actually speaks on here) because he
could easily afford them, and also because they were very popular at
the time. From Pharrell and Chad's perspective, this is a swing and
a miss, thanks to a beat that is repetitive and a Skateboard P hook
that is pretty fucking stupid. But for our host, it's actually not a
bad performance, as whoever wrote these rhymes for him was clearly
excited at the prospect of reaching a wider audience, which it did,
briefly, because The Neptunes. “Diddy” (which should be stylized
as “D-I-D-D-Y”, technically) runs through his bars with ease,
even burning through the controversial “got Asian women who change
my linen” stereotype without breaking a racist sweat. Still, that
beat is very annoying, and it's incredibly difficult to look past it.
8.
BLAST OFF (G. DEP, MARK CURRY, & LOON)
Ad-libs
aside, Puffy doesn't appear on “Blast Off”, the first time he
takes a break on The Saga Continues... So with the inmates running
the asylum, Deppy, Curry, and Loon waste an already-too-noisy
production with pedantic boasts and threats that lead nowhere. Mike
“Punch” Harper's work behind the boards recalls a time when
Rockwilder was considered what one would call a “popular producer”
whose bleeps and bloops extended further than he could ever imagine,
and trust me, Rockwilder is not the guy you should be emulating in
this here game. At least Black Robert dodged a bullet by skipping
out on this weed-carrying shitstorm.
9.
AIRPORT (INTERLUDE)
…
10.
ROLL WITH ME (EIGHTBALL, P. DIDDY, & MJG FEAT. FAITH EVANS)
Memphis
stalwarts Eightball and MJG were still relatively new to the Bad Boy
family back in 2001, so since they already had a built-in fanbase
thanks to their work on the Suave House label, it was a foregone
conclusion that they would pop up on The Saga Continues... in some
capacity. Also, Puffy feels especially comfortable standing
alongside overweight rappers. What? Are we still pretending that
isn't the case (*cough* Rick Ross *cough*)? To overemphasize just
how “smooth” this song is supposed to be, Puffy brings along
Faith Evans, who, yes, was still employed by the label in 2001 even
though most widows probably would have left the label their deceased
spouse was signed to at the time of their passing but maybe that's
just me, to croon along to Spike and Jamal's not-awful instrumental.
While “Roll With Me” isn't bad, it isn't a good showcase for
either Eightball or MJG, who I always preferred even though he sounds
like a Ludacris clone without cocaine or caffeine to aid him. I can
see some of you two claiming this track as a personal favorite,
though.
11.
ON TOP (P. DIDDY & LOON FEAT. MARSHA)
Puffy
missed his cash cow Ma$e so much that he opted for what he thought
was the next best thing: rhyming alongside his friend Loon. (This
isn't the first time Sean chose his collaborators because of their
associations: he also rapped alongside Lil' Kim and Lil' Cease after
Biggie passed away. And should Officer Ricky score a date with the
Reaper, Puffy will quickly release a duet with Meek Mill. Mark my
words.) However, Pastor Ma$e, never the best rapper but everyone
keeps forgetting that thanks to nostalgia, at least managed to be a
part of some catchy-as-hell tracks, a feat which Loon will absolutely
positively never manage. Fuck that guy. Who calls themselves
“Loon”, anyway? And the mysterious “Marsha” in the credits
is actually the once-ubiquitous Marsha Ambrosius, of Floetry and rap
song hook fame, if you're so inclined.
12.
WHERE'S SEAN? (P. DIDDY, BIG AZZ KO, BLACK ROB, KAIN, LOON, MARK
CURRY, & BRISTAL)
A
posse cut-as-a-cheesy-action-flick is certainly not a bad idea, and
the instrumental (credited to Mario Winans, something called “The
Natural”, and Puff himself) actually matches the alleged mood as
much as possible, but “Where's Sean” might have worked a bit
better if Puffy weren't so dependent on newbies to carry his legacy
on their shoulders. I mean, seriously, what the fuck is a Big Azz
Ko? Nobody knows. Can you imagine what this could have sounded like
had Sean come up with this same idea during the days of Biggie and
The Lox? A wasted opportunity, albeit one where Puffy mimics The
Warriors, a pretty fucking great movie, so I'm not mad at all.
13.
CHILD OF THE GHETTO (G. DEP)
I'm
not sure why Puffy felt the need to borrow a couple of songs from
G-Dep's Child Of The Ghetto, including its title track, instead of
forcing Deppy to special deliver two new tracks. Maybe it was
cheaper this way? Definitely. But then the audience has to sit
through a Coptic production that doesn't gel with the rest of the
project, because it was so obviously not created for the project.
But the thing is, Coptic's beat is pretty good, and Deppy Deppy Dep
Dep does his damnedest over it, with boasts 'n bullshit that only
connect about half the time but still sounded enjoyable anyway. So
it may not really fit, but neither did Black Rob's “I Love You
Baby” on No Way Out, and that song is kind of awesome (even with
its Puffy verse, whatever).
14.
INCOMPLETE (INTERLUDE) (P. DIDDY & CHERI DENNIS)
…
15.
SO COMPLETE (CHERI DENNIS)
Well,
that was awkward.
16.
SMOKE (INTERLUDE) (P. DIDDY)
I
don't buy the “Puffy smokes out” concept for a motherfucking
minute.
17.
LONELY (P. DIDDY, KAIN, MARK CURRY, & KOKANE)
Before
you have enough time to realize that running the R&B roadblock
that was “So Complete” after “Child Of The Ghetto” makes
absolutely no goddamn fucking sense, Puffy turns on a dime, shifting
back to the “rap” side of the spectrum, using a Mario Winans and
Puffy wannabe-futuristic production to spit a spiritual successor to
“Bad Boy For Life”, except swapping out Black Robert for a
virtual unknown (white rapper Kain, who you don't remember, stop
racking your brain) and calling in a favor from Above The Law
associate Kokane for the hook because I like non-sequiturs, and this
song was obviously recorded with me in mind. The chorus doesn't mesh
with the verses, though: Puff, Kain, and Curry are most certainly not
complaining about feeling “Lonely” on here, unless one is
supposed to read between the lines and realize that all three rappers
are fucking miserable and talking themselves up in an attempt to feel
better about their success. But a Puff Daddy rap song is hardly the
place for subtext.
18.
I NEED A GIRL (TO BELLA) (P. DIDDY, LOON, MARIO WINANS, LO, &
JACK)
Our
host had two fairly big radio hits with "I Need A Girl”, a love rap
released in two parts with varying guests and tempos. Both of those
tracks originated from this song, which was never serviced to radio
and will probably sound completely foreign to those of you two who
remember the aforementioned alternate takes. Coptic's instrumental
is repetitive but not horrible, while Puff delivers a verse that
you'll probably recognize from one of the remixes. (I can't remember
if Loon also reused his performance from “I Need A Girl (To
Bella)”, but I don't care enough to look it up right now.) This is
just another love rap that insists that, for any female companion to
meet his absurdly high standards, she must be willing to “ride”
for Puffy, and both our host and Loon sound insincere as shit. The
vocals, coming from Mario Winans (who also factors into the remixes)
and something called a Lo and Jack, are also bland and listless. No
wonder Sean felt the need to rework this shit for human consumption.
19.
NOTHING'S GONNA STOP ME NOW (INTERLUDE) (P. DIDDY, MARIO WINANS, &
FAITH EVANS)
Yes,
for some reason Puffy felt the need to squander the “talents” of
Mario Winans and Faith Evans on an interlude. Hey, it's his money.
20.
IF YOU WANT THIS MONEY (P. DIDDY, G. DEP, & THE HOODFELLAZ)
Our
host comes straight from the “write recite ghostwritten
rhymes about what you know” school, so “If You Want This Money”
is all about how much influence one can wield when you have the bank
account to back you up, with a sample from Schooly D's “P.S.K.
(What Does It Mean)?” (or, say it with me, Siouxsie & The
Banshees's “Kiss Them For Me”) backing them up. Puffy and his
poorly-compensated weed carriers, some of whom are grouped under the
store brand name “The Hoodfellaz” because back cover typesetting
costs by the word, all spit inane bullshit, and you know this shit is
uninspired when Puff motherfucking Daddy has the best verse. There's
no contest. Groan.
21.
I DON'T LIKE THAT (INTERLUDE) (BRISTAL & MARK CURRY)
Me
neither! What are the odds?
22.
BACK FOR GOOD NOW (P. DIDDY, BLACK ROB, LOON, & CHERI DENNIS)
Loon
spits the best verse on this radio-friendly announcement that Bad Boy
is “Back For Good Now”. Yeah, that's an invitation to skip this
shit, preferably before Puffy dumps a bucket of fecal matter all over
the borrowed beats from Audio Two's “Top Billin'” and Special
Ed's “I Got It Made”.
23.
CAN'T BELIEVE (FAITH EVANS FEAT. CARL THOMAS)
Puffy's
empire was at least partially built from sampling well-known songs to
create his own hits, and the most blatant theft on The Saga Continues... occurs on the Faith Evans and Carl Thomas duet “Can't
Believe”, which, improbably, takes place over the beat Dr. Dre put
together for the only song from supergroup The Firm that anybody gave
or still gives a fuck about, “Phone Tap”. Weirdly, this wasn't
terrible: the vocals from Bad Boy's veteran crooners (trio Total had
long since been dropped from the label, and 112 was...wait a minute,
why isn't 112 on this album? They were still on the label! How the
fuck did they manage to skirt this contractual obligation?) clash
with the methodical beat (whose production credit should have been
ceded to Dre, since he did all the goddamn work (relatively speaking;
I realize Dr. Dre doesn't really handle production exclusively, he
has lots of help, get off my back about it)), but in an interesting
way. Not great, but you won't skip over it, either.
24.
THE LAST SONG (P. DIDDY, MARK CURRY, BIG AZZ KO, & LOON)
Well,
at least the title was accurate. (The next track is a closing
interlude.) Also, “Big Azz Ko” is a terrible rap name. Pretty
sure that dude vanished from our chosen genre during the duration of
this actual fucking song, too.
25.
THANK YOU
Look
at that, we're done. Huh.
FINAL
THOUGHTS: I
can't imagine that the two of you who remain would have any doubt as
to whether The Saga Continues... is worth the time and effort, but
I'll explain anyway: it's really not. Puffy struck gold when he
signed The Notorious B.I.G., and even though Ma$e has his own issues,
he was still legitimately popular for a good time in the late 1990s,
but these motherfuckers on here don't hold a candle to what Bad Boy
was in the previous decade. And I say that even though I still
believe Black Rob's Life Story is under-appreciated: just because I
like the guy and his debut doesn't mean that he ever really stood a
chance at hitting the lottery like his predecessors. Puffy finds
himself being propped up (for the most part, except when forced to
carry a track himself) by Robbie, G. Dep (who somehow turned sounding
preoccupied into a short-lived rap career), Loon, Kain, and everyone
else who I can't be bothered to name because they don't really exist,
and these are not the strongest supports for his body weight.
Admittedly, some of the beats veer off into interesting directions,
but a good majority of them are stuck in neutral, a gear Puffy is
used to thanks to his obsession with radio airplay, and the general
non-offensiveness of it all turns into almost naked hatred for the
audience, since Sean is convinced that he can do whatever he wants
without consequence. This is the guy who once attacked Steve Stoute
with a broken bottle, mind you, and never mind that whole thing about
the club shooting. Anyway, this was a roundabout way of saying that
this album sucks, but it was nice to get back to writing, which is
why this is much longer than it deserves to be. You're welcome.
BUY
OR BURN? No.
BEST
TRACKS: “Bad Boy For Life”; “Child Of The Ghetto” (which
shouldn't count, but I just don't care anymore)
-Max
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Argh Puff Daddy! Anyway, I did just as you said in the intro paragraphs but now I regret it. The only songs I really liked was "Roll With Me" and "Can't Believe".
ReplyDeleteThanks for being the only person to take the suggestion.
DeleteTh-this isn't Mobb Deep!! Max you cretin!
ReplyDeleteBut seriously, welcome back Max, glad your back.
big bear doin thangs
ReplyDeleteI have all of G.O.O.D. Friday.
ReplyDeleteI have all of G.O.O.D. Friday. Not sure about the alternate tracks though.
ReplyDeleteLet me know if you want them
Hit me at the email in the sidebar near the top of the page. I appreciate it.
DeleteI mostly read your reviews because of your commentary and to hear your perspective. So I doesn't really matter if your review La the Darkman or Nicki Minaj (although it hurts a bit when you review Canibus and Ras Kass albums). Sad to hear about you losing your hard drive, I went through that myself and it's sucks really bad.
ReplyDeleteIn short: Interesting read, glad to see you back!
Glad to have you back, though I'm secretly worried that sitting through this album is enough to make you want to give up hip-hop blogging forever.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back, I liked the review - even if I never intend to listen to the CD!
ReplyDeleteYeah, the introduction was what I was thinking: this was what you came back with?
ReplyDeleteI always thought Mark Curry had some good bars. Would've been nice to hear a full length over some top-notch production.
ReplyDeleteHope all is well with your computer. Great to have you back, Max!
ReplyDeleteYou ain't fucking serious... Puff Diddy? This blog is basically finished back in the day you were great but r.i.p hhid 2/12/07 - 5/1/14 sad times
ReplyDeleteWell, my last post was April 1, not May 1, so thanks for granting me the extra month.
DeleteThe blog fell in a coma on April 1st but was pronounced dead on May 1st.
DeleteYeah Max did actually say don't buy this so I'm not sure what your complaint is. But seriously, where's Mobb Deep Max?
DeleteP DIDDY IS THE GREATEST THIS ALBUM BANGZ
ReplyDeleteTwo Things:
ReplyDelete-Happy 20th Anniversary of Jeru the Damaja's The Sun Rises in the East.
-Glad to see your back, entertaining review, although was disappointed in not seeing Mobb Deep's new album reviewed.
That Mobb Deep review is going to keep getting pushed back, too. I've only had the opportunity to listen to a handful of tracks, which would make for a suck-ass write-up. I need more time to do it justice.
DeleteBut surely you MUST have heard the 1994 Infamous sessions at least, right? That's probably the closest we'll ever see to a re-written review from the albums you were less descriptive of back in the day. I recommend listening to that, anyway. I actually thought you were gonna review Albert Einstein, Havoc's 13 and the 2 Disc Mobb album all at once, but a man can dream
DeleteNope, I haven't listened to that, either. At this point, I'm waiting for what little interest there was in the album online to subside so that my thoughts aren't indirectly influenced by them. It WILL happen. Just be patient.
DeleteI fucking LOVE THIS POST.
ReplyDeleteI dearly hope Loon (currently Amir Muhaddith) is now a better Muslim than rapper because, as a rapper, he was absolute SHITE.
Now, you WILL write about Mobb Deep.
Glad you liked the post. See my above comment.
Deletein the interest in finishing what you started how about the 8 mile soundtrack? welcome back
ReplyDeleteIt's on my radar, but don't hold your breath: I won't be held responsible for any health-related issues, up to and including death.
Deleteyou would sneak in a Roc Marciano diss in your grand return... haha. but good to have you back.
ReplyDeleteIt could have been much more harsh, I admit.
DeleteAwesome! The second rap album I ever bought (not counting the back then burned copies of nas + tupac albums). And somehow this still encouraged me to go on and purchase the waaay better No way out and Forever... though after all I really scorned this one - especially that annoying as shit "Bad Boy for Life".
ReplyDeleteThis was a good one - and I almost agree with you a hundred %.
For it's time, I will admit this album had a few bangers (Let Get It, Child of the Ghetto) G.Dep and BR always went hard to me, despite their BB affiliation. PD will always be PD so yea... but I am STILL wondering who these clowns are (BIG AZZ KO, KAIN, & BRISTAL)
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