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Shyheim - Rugged Child album review

Shyheim - Rugged Child was the best Staten Island hip hop/rap album by a solo rap artist from 1994. That Wu-Tang sound can be heard all throughout the album. Gangsta rap meets East Coast hip hop on this album. The album had those booming boom bap beats and jazzy jazz samples over hardcore street savvy lyrics written from a child’s perspective. His lyrics were explicit, direct like a tech, and shocking. But not surprising given that was recorded in 1993 and released in 1994. Each song on this album is worth playing. No song is worth skipping. Hip hop heads and fans should definitely have this album in their collection. Brehsive is one word to describe the album. An overlooked album from the golden era. The golden era of hip hop at its finest.

Shyheim was a child prodigy that never got the respect he deserved. Even fellow rappers Raekwon, Method Man, and Ghostface Killah referred to Shyheim as a "Wunderkind" and a "prodigy". Heck even Jay-Z admired Shyheim at one point in his rapping career.


Shyheim was slaying it with his lyrics as a child prodigy on Here Comes the Hits. Aw shit! Here come the hits ya'll. The song is laced with James Brown funky verbal tics and a jazzy horn sample over grooving guitars.

Shyheim was making hit after hit. Makin' MC's quit. Then they jump on his tip for that old raw hit. (Then they jump on his tip for that old raw shit.) You thought he got stuck. Nah, kid. You're outta luck. You thought Shyheim couldn't flip ill styles like this. Then peep this. Check the raw, rough, and rugged the technique because Shyheim came across raw, rough, and rugged. Shyheim is a down low ill type brotha. Comin out of Staten Island with the ill plan of attack. Better get it and enter the realm of the Wu.

There’ll be none of that. Shyheim keeps on comin' back for more. To add more points to the score. Sound the alarm for destruction is near. There ain't no escape from the real. The way Shyheim added verbal tics to these lyrics was genius. “It's hectic, tic, tic tic Boom I flips real quick” Those lyrics mimicked the sound of a ticking time bomb.

Shyheim is the type of brotha to drop his game on your girl and let her know that he is thorough. He grand slams in every borough of New York City because he is on third base throwing ill styles. Bad little bastard aka Rugged Child. You can't hang. So step back because you ain't qualified. There's only one son on first. Here comes the man to clean it up. Here comes the hit. Now duck.

First at bat upon is a shorty that holds his own with no problems. Quickly he’ll solve them with just a little slick slang from his tongue.


Shyheim raps about the rough life he had growing up in the projects in/on Staten Island with the song On and On. On and On dealt with subjects such as gun violence and gang violence.

Shyheim walks the rough streets of New York with caution because brothers who have guns (gats) are acting dangerously. Nowadays you gots to walk the street and watch your back because brothers with the gats don't be knowing how to act. They always pull a glock when somebody rocks a knot. They always pull a Glock when somebody’s around or not. And if they get shot they often snitch to the cops.

Now tell me this ain’t living foul. An awful way live life. A woman just had a baby child. After the birth of the child she is back to selling cracks vials on the Ave because she’s addicted to the fast cash. She sells crack to support herself and her child. How long will that last before the cops be up in that ass? How long will this woman be able to keep selling crack before she gets arrested by police?

But honey there don't wanna listen because she’s in a position that nobody gives a pot to piss in. She has fallen on hard times and lacks the necessities needed to take care of herself and her child. Nobody is there to help her and her child. Or give her any means of assistance. She refuses to listen to anyone because of this. Her life is stuck and filled with bad luck. So she fucks and fucks to earn another buck meaning that she turned to prostitution to make money by having sexual intercourse with different men. As a prostitute she doesn't really care about pride or respect herself. And she jumps into another ride then committing suicide. Everybody's doin' their own thing from hookering to drug slang.

Times are getting hard. Shyheim even got caught trying to steal from the junkyard. Poverty is so bad on Staten Island. He was a born terror. A Rebel without a Pause. He walks the streets at night with his head down. In this little town you see clowns that wanna be down. So they get a glock and lick shots to get props. And when shit rocks all you can hear is the shells drop. Gun shots are a common occurrence where he lives. The person that gets killed could have been/could be someone you know.

An old man got shot in a parking lot in front of his building. Shyheim hangs with his grandchildren. The nigga that pulled the trigger who tried to slide and hide got knocked by the homicide. This happens everyday around his way. So Shyheim prays that he can live another day.

Get a load of this guy. You know the Mr. Hardy? The one who talks about gats but ain't' busting nobody. Mr. Hardy is a fake gangsta (fake gangster) who talks about violence but isn’t actually committing violent crimes. He speaks that yin yang so we can just maintain. Shyheim would kill the fake gangsta by killing him but retaliation would occur for the killing. He got mad respect and respectable reputation in the projects. Foe was knuckle jacked.  

The niggas in hoodies (real gangsters) packed up their loaded gats to kill the fake gangsta. They met up in the back so they could plan the attack. It wasn't hard to tell that these kids was no joke. They let the pistol smoke and their .9 was doper than coke. Shyheim has seen it happen everyday where he lived. He knew a few bums and drug dealers. Most of them are fugitives. This goes on and on.

Many people misinterpreted some of the lyrics. For example, Nowadays you gots to walk the street and watch your back/'Cause brothers with the gats don't be knowing how to act/They always pull a Glock when somebody’s around or not” is actually “Nowadays you gots to walk the street and watch your back/'Cause brothers with the gats don't be knowing how to act/They always pull a Glock when somebody rocks a knot”

One other example is this. Now tell me this ain’t living foul/She just had a baby child and she’s back to selling cracks valves” is actually “Now tell me this ain’t living foul/She just had a baby child and she’s back to selling cracks vials” And also, “She don't really care about Roddy/And she jumps into another ride then committing suicide” is actually “She don't really care about pride/And she jumps into another ride then committing suicide”.

The song had quotable lyrics that were memorable for a lifetime. Below is a list of the quotable lyrics Shyheim used in the song.

Nowadays you gots to walk the street and watch your back
'Cause brothers with the gats don't be knowing how to act
They always pull a Glock when somebody rocks a knot
And if they get shot they often snitch to the cops

Her life is stuck and filled with bad luck
So she fucks and fucks to earn another buck

In this little town you see clowns that wanna be down
So they get a Glock and lick shots to get props
And when shit rocks all you can hear is the shells drop

Aiyo, get a load of this guy, you know the Mr. Hardy?
The one who talks about gats but ain't' busting nobody
He speaks that yin yang so we can just maintain


Pass It Off was a Wu-Tang Clan posse cut on the album. Come and do with the Wu-Tang hip hop for Staten Island.

Rubbabandz style is mad funky. He gots to show the funk. He doesn't need a girl who be traps like a ho. Which means he is baggin bitches. His rhymes are getting fatter He dropped a lyrical bomb. Y’all seem to scatter. You talk and chit chatter. It really don't matter. He is too cold to hold and badder than the Mad Hatter. He is a basket case like the man with the chainsaw. Underground sounds that he rips are from the core. The superfly funktastic Rubbabandz never took a loss because he chose to burn competition like a torch. Watch out because he will blow up just like a heat-seeking missile. Or bob-around suckas like a pistol. You beat him in a battle? Ha ha, now that's a riddle. Rubbabandz likes to keep his style pumpin on the regular. He packs the rhymes like a tourist packs the luggage. On one hand he’s rough and on the other hand he’s rugged.

K-Tez is a wildstyle shorty not for that old ill shit. Wu-Tang slang is what he is putting in your brain. You don't want it. They don't want it. Niggas don't want it. Don't flex because his shit is real. He is sending chills through your body like Evander Holyfield. Everyday is rough out in his town. Every other day a body's found. K-Tez got mad stacks inside his napsack. Fly in the sky like Mike Jordan.

Now here we go. Down Low Recka is back for more. Check the flow up from the Down Low as he wrecks the show
because niggas is boring. You come and go easy like a Sunday morning. That's how he knew Wu-Tang slang was what you wanted. So he brung it. Now you done it. Tried to flip then you got fronted.

Shyheim was a bad little bastard that many people tried to flip and stick but got blasted. And dropkicked by a nigga that's mad sick and wicked. A rebel that switch his level just like a devil. Him and his boys make noise up and down the block. His styles is buckwild and it shakes the ground with a fat sound that funk like James Brown. So heed the words from the bad little bastard.


Never Say is an intoxicating repetitive interlude you may want to skip depending on your mood. Nevertheless the song has stellar production from the legendary RNS. The basslines and lyrics are what make the interlude catchy of course.


One’s 4 da Money was Shyheim at his best. His lyrics were direct and on point on this song. The way he was flowing was flawless. This song was the epicenter of golden era hip hop and rap. Golden era hip hop and rap at its finest.

Here comes the shortie with the tec twenty two (Intratec “Tec” .22 caliber pistol). But if you can tell, he’s gonna blast you. from the projects worst ghetto section. So he bought a gun for protection. Shortie do-wa more Juice than 2Pac. Come and do with the Wu-tang hip-hop. Shyheim is not a mac daddy or a daddy mac. Touch his napsack, boy, you gettin' pimp smacked.

He was rapping and using quotable lyrics at such a young age such as these lyrics.

Microphone so keep licking on that wish bone
You had you're chance but you fell out on tune
So you're hanging out with deuce, now you say that rock rues
You make me laugh as you're mom's get smoke
You get ain't like a taffy, and red like the chokes

Flow with the flow from the Wu-tang free-style
You catch yo bow-bow, And they're two's this wild, child
From the Staten the Island, the temple
Just an example how pop goes the pistol

Microphone so keep licking on that wish bone
You had you're chans but you feld out on tune,
So you're hanging out with deuce, now you say that rock rues
You make me laugh as you're mom's get smoke
You get ain't like a taffy, and red like the chokes
Flow with the flow from the Wu-tang free-style
You catch yo bow-bow, And they're two's this wild, child
From the Staten the Island, the temple
just an example how pop goes the pistole

So you got beef
Run on sonny go get ya posse
Cause I've got a mosse when you wear Huaraches
Then you hear me kicking as I own you, it's mad rugged

And be dropping mad skillz like my name was Pad Mark
The rebel to society
Everyone's trying me

To make it real snappy, and little nasty-nasty
Things get pawsie-pawsie

From the projects worst ghetto section
So my back but gun from protection

Shortie wa-wa, shorts sniki sha-sha
Go-go, ga-ga, now you want me popa

From the projects worst ghetto section
So my back but gun from protection

Cause I let the microphone spark right after dark
And be dropping mad skillz like my name was Pad Mark

The rebel to society
Everyone's trying me

I’m not a mac daddy or a daddy mac
Touch my napsack, boy, you gettin' pimp smacked

Like Eric B. and Rakim
Don't sweat the technique

He used clever, catchy, and witty one-liners such these ones below.

Just an example how pop goes the pistol
My slang and my gang bows up the concrete
Looking at me strange leave dim raid it'll amaze me
And be dropping mad skillz like my name was Pad Mark
I’m not a mac daddy or a daddy mac
Cause I've got a mosse when you wear Huaraches
Then you hear me kicking as I own you, it's mad rugged
Shortie wa-wa, shorts sniki sha-sha
Come and do with the Wu-tang hip-hop
Touch my napsack, boy, you gettin' pimp smacked


Move It Over Here explained how brothers kept testing Shyheim. So he moved them with his lyrics. So watch out! There’s a big bad motherfucker coming your way.

There be a lot of shorties out here rockin the mic for like one or two singles but they don't keep comin at em. You got to come non-stop like consecutive blows to the head dome. You gotta keep em movin non-stop.

Nowadays brothers keep testing Shyheim. Brothers are trying to get him open and take out the best of him. They pull up rough, get snuffed, and then bust when he kicks that old underground funk stuff that's comin atcha. better run from the rapture before he gats and blasts ya. Kid you're outta luck, Try to flip and you get stuck by the Wu-Tang sword, You shoulda bucked south because Shyheim is spittin out on brothers straight from his mouth. You just been ripped. Now watch your blood drip right down your lip. He’s got sweets for all the sweet MCs that fake the funk in the streets.

Up comes a shorty named Shyheim who’s sneaky one armed with the loaded gun. A bad little bastard that is a rugged child classic. Shit's on lock until he’s done. Check how Shyheim flips his tongue like a pro. 15 years old with enough skills to flow. If rockin hip-hop was a crime call the cops. Become a wanted man who was forced to be a fugitive. A shorty outta Shaolin Isle with something new to give. You wanna hear it? It goes a little something like this. The Wu-Tang click is comin thick. His napsack's full with mad goodies. His click keeps a low profile with black hoodies.

Back in the flesh it's the wanna get buckwild from Staten Island. It's the return of the rugged child.
He’s no pimp but he walk with a slick limp. And he catches a dunk off the funk like Shawn Kemp. He be the beat of the rugged rhyme freaker. To blow out your speaker and got more soul than sneakers.


Buckwylyn is a song about Shyheim and his crew buckwildin’. They're just out there doin it and they don't really give a damn what's happening. While Shyheim and his crew are out in public buckwildin’, they get held up by a group of 4 police officers. Shyheim’s man Amsin pushed back an officer and one officer pulled the trigger

Shyheim and his crew were chillin on the ave. Buggin out and lookin dap. And these 4 cold boys (police officers) rolled up in a cab. They pulled out their guns and said, “Get against the wall!” Fuck that! Shyheim and his crew would rather brawl and then go out at all. Shyheim’s man Amsin pushed back an officer and one officer pulled the trigger. His body hit the floor. Blood covered the ground His right hand man could be dead. How that sound?  The red glare with these tears made Shyheim shed.

Shyheim couldn't let that police officer flee or have him and his crew lounge in peace deceased. That ain't him. So they dash and put the police officer on that ass in the grass. Their life is now come to pass. The fear made him shrimp. Aw shit. The gun slipped and discharged. Shyheim’s man picked up the burner and emptied the clip in his back. Shyheim and his crew retreat back to avoid getting arrested for murder one

Shyheim knew a kid named Dane. He had mad fame in the drug game. Dane was throwing his life down the drain by selling drugs illegally.  He slang mad rocks on the block until it got hot. Then he hit the jackpot by striking it rich. Now he owns a crack spot (trap house). He always got blunted and smoked up the Philly Blunt. Now he uses White Owl minks with his illy. Dane had lots and girls around his finger. Dane is the neighborhood banger and the hot rock slinger.

The cops are on his back. He had a plan that was def so he stepped. He stuck up Bill. The one from up the hill that was chill. Now Bill wants to kill Dane dead for his name and his fame. So Bill killed Dane. He lit up the kid with lead in his head. Now Dane's dead.

There's a party goin on down the block. His whole crew's strapped now that they loaded the gats. His crew's in here deep ready to bomb ya. Shyheim got the ill rhymes. Niggas are lookin for a show. But it's gettin kinda hectic on the mad down low. Honeys with the big butts whine to get stuck. And they kill a bitch and it's time to get bucked. Niggas wanna drop cause it's real hot. And some knucklehead wants to blow up the spot. And it stopped when these 2 kids busted shots. The party's in a smash and the Wu got it locked up. It's the man on the mic.



Get Down was the song on the B Side of the One’s 4 da Money vinyl single from 1994. The song was on the vinyl edition and CD edition of the One’s 4 da Money single. Get Down had verses from Rubbabandz, Leatha Face, and Snagglepuss.

Shyheim spoke the deepest lyrics in rap at that time for a wunderkind. "My thoughts are deep and unique like a Malcom X speech" The lyrics were deep and unique. No child rapper at that time could have had the capability to have came up with these lyrics.


Bring The Drama was the song on the B Side of the On and On cassette single from 1993. The song was on the vinyl edition and cassette edition of the On and On single. This song first appeared on the first pressing (1st press) of the On & On 12" in 1993 which also had the Premier remix. RNS did the beats. Bring The Drama should have been included on this album on as well but was not for whatever the reason(s) may have been.

The song had the quotable lyrics which went "I'm on a mission, ready for all the action/A stick up kid that wants to be paid like The Jacksons",  "This is manslaughter/So ya better head for the boarder/I go thru walls and walk on top of water", and "I'm a live shorty that keeps it real/I don't pretend fuck a dog a man's best friend is a mack 10". Shyheim came tight with the illest flows on this song.

5/5*****!

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Brian McKnight - Back at One album review

Brian McKnight - Back at One was one of the best R&B albums from a male solo artist in 1999. His smooth sultry vocals are what attract audiences and makes his songs become lifelong classics that last a lifetime. His smooth sultry vocals are soulful at that. Songs such as Back at One and Last Dance made this album an enjoyable classic for all to enjoy. The song 6, 8, 12 did too.


6, 8, 12 was about Brian’s relationship with a woman that ended 6 months, 8 days, 12 hours ago. Brian still misses her and is wondering if she still cares. He regrets breaking up with her. By doing so he develops a sense of attachment that he still has sticking to her. All he can do is count the days until he stops missing her.

Brian can't believe he is acting like this. He knows it's crazy. How he still can feel her kiss? Clearly he misses her so much. It's been 6 months, 8 days, and 12 hours since she went left Brian and broke off his relationship with him. Does she ever reminisce? Does she ever think about Brian? Do she ever cry herself to sleep? Brian contemplates about the questions he has in his head.

Brian doesn't know what to say. He should be over her since they broke off their relationship. He should know better. But it's just not the case. Brian just can’t see to get over the break up. Every time the phone rings he wishes it was her calling him. It's hard enough just passing the time when he can't seem to get her off his mind.


Back at One was the famous sultry R&B piano ballad that had ladies and men slow dancing to the radio back in the summer of 1999. Back at One explained how Brian was willing to give up on finding someone to love just as he found himself a woman to fall in love with. That woman is the only for Brian. That is clear to see. The song explains the incredible way things work themselves out also.

It's undeniable that they should be together. It's unbelievable how Brian used to say that he’d never fall in love with someone. He wants his lover to let him show them that he is for real. If all things in time, time will reveal.

She was like a dream come true. It's plain to see Brian just wants be with her. It's plain to see that she is the only one for Brian. His plan is to make her fall in love with him. If he ever believes his work is done, then he will start back at one.

It's so incredible the way things work themselves out. And all emotional once you know what it's all about. It’s undesirable for them to be apart. He never would've made it very far if it were not for her.  She’s got the keys to his heart.

Say farewell to the dark of night. He sees the coming of the sun. Brian feels like a little child whose life has just begun. She came and breathed new life into this lonely heart of his. She threw out the lifeline just in the nick of time. She’s like a dream come true. It's plain to see that Brian just wants to be with her.


The song Stay is about two ex’s wanting to hook back up for old times sake. The man still has bitter feelings towards the woman he was dating.

It's been too long since last time he saw her face. She’s been keeping it tight and everything. Her face appears to be in its proper place. They laugh about their time back in 1994. Reminiscing and hoping for a little old time sake that she can stay around. Her body's calling. Does she want him? He is still crazy for her despite the fact they have clearly broken up their relationship a long time ago due to the tension between the two.

The night is young. A familiar mood fills the air. He bought wine. He runs his fingers through her hair. That means his mojo's working. Can she feel it? It's most time to reveal it. Can she stay?


Last Dance was about Brian thinking about if him and his lover should part ways or dance one last time.

Do they know more than they knew then? Or do they know less and do they just pretend? Should Brian ignore his heart and walk away? Her eyes tell him more than words will ever say. Should they take a chance and dance the last dance?
Should they spend the night one more time caught up in this romance? Or maybe wait and see? Should they let it be the way that it will be?

Brian wonders how can he be wrong when he feels the way he feels. How can he deny emotion that's so real? In the middle of the night he calls out her name. Does he ever cross your mind? Do she feel the same? Which way is the way that it should be? This is so bitter sweet. There's no way that they will ever know for sure unless they take a chance and dance the last dance. They should spend the night one more time.

5/5*****!

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Shyheim - The Lost Generation album review

Shyheim - The Lost Generation showcased a more mature street savvy side of rugged child Shyheim especially with songs such as Shit Iz Real and Dear God. He kept that Staten Island Wu flavor on the song Shaolin Style. His rhymes were sicker than them kids in Somalia. The album had those booming boom bap beats and jazzy jazz samples over hardcore street savvy lyrics written from a child’s perspective. His lyrics were explicit, direct like a tech, and shocking. Gangsta rap meets East Coast hip hop on this album. Hip hop heads and fans should definitely have this album in their collection. Brehsive is one word to describe the album.


Dear God showcased a more mature street savvy side of rugged child Shyheim. Shyheim was asking God to save him from this crazy world. He asks for redemption and forgiveness during the song.

Shyheim is buggin' out in this world that God made. A world where homicide, rapes and robberies occur. He is the prime suspect in the projects. When crime goes down in his neighborhood, Shyheim is a target for harassment from law enforcement. That is why they go look for him. He’s got this fucked up rep that keeps him behind a step. People can’t look past his appearance. So people use his appearance to judge him. That is why Shyheim is judged based off his appearance.

He’s got problems that only death could solve. He is high school drop out. His GED won't get him a job or any gainful employment with livable wages. Gyros and pizza be his lunch and dinner. That’s not a surprise since he is always broke. His mother is a drug addict/user and did not try provide a better life for her children. The only thing that keeps him striving is rhyming. Life is full of stress and in the projects you won't progress. Life is what you make it. You can't escape it.

Shyheim is in another world lookin from the outside in. A corrupt planet operating strictly off sin. Every day lived is a step towards death. It's not until you're dead that your body's at rest. A funeral should be a celebration with everyone embracing. The pain is eternal. It's the harsh reality you're forced to deal with. No one's promised tomorrow.


Things Happen explained how Shyheim got involved with selling drugs. He got involved with selling drugs by getting started off light knocking off packs for this kid named Pat. It didn't take long for his clientele to swell.  Now Shyheim makes profit on every flip. He is the big man now. Snitches started to tell law enforcement about the drug trade and broke niggas was sent to jail because they couldn't out hustle Shyheim. So they tried to overthrow him with muscle. Things happen. So keep your eyes open. Sheisty ones be scoping. That's why guns be toting.

I got involved with selling drugs by getting started off light knocking off packs for this kid named Pat. He told Shyheim to take 30 and bring him the rest back. It didn't take long for his clientele to swell. Snitches started to tell law enforcement about the drug trade and broke niggas was sent to jail because they couldn't out hustle Shyheim. So they tried to overthrow him with muscle. But he ain't a pussy. It took half a year to get a half a brick.

Now Shyheim makes profit on every flip. No more hand-to-hand transactions. He is the big man now. He pushes a black Land Cruiser and pack a chrome trey-pound now. Shyheim smells all the animosity in the air. Pat is spreading rumors that he is gonna be takin Shyheim out. What the fuck is the blood clot thinking?

Shyheim’s plan's to roll up in an old black Lincoln to leave him dead and stinking.He seen him on the curb smokin herb. Shyheim made the Continental swerve. He hopped out and started letting off shots. And didn't stop until he seen his body drop. That made it a drug-related homicide. Things happen. So keep your eyes open. Sheisty ones be scoping. That's why guns be toting. Shyheim brings the pain in many different methods.


Can You Feel It has that Wu flavor over boom bap beats and turntablism. This is one of his lesser known songs that is not as appreciated. The Rugged Child breaks it down on this song in a rugged, raw, and rough manner.

Shyheim was saying the most quotable lyrics in Can You Feel It. Not to mention the one-liners. One has to wonder if Ghostface Killah had a hand in ghostwriting some of the lyrics for Shyheim given his age at the time.

I be notorious like that nigga Big Smalls
Plus I keep it raw live illegal like Jamal
If ya act up you get shot up

I'm a juvenile deliquent, I keeps a cocked biscuit
Moet and Alize be gettin a nigga lifted
And when I'm high my mouth is dry

Recognize or get paralyzed
I drop jewels like a nervous appraiser

Can’t forget these one-liners.

Plus my rhymes is sicker than them kids in Somalia
Similar to the lethal injection and your style is seconds
I drop jewels like a nervous appraiser
I bring the pain in many different methods
Plus I keep it raw live illegal like Jamal
Recognize or get paralyzed
Buckwild juvenile (Rugged Child break it down)
I be notorious like that nigga Big Smalls


Shit Iz Real explained the raw grim realities of poverty and street life. His rhymes were sicker than them kids in Somalia. It be real when Shyheim packs a steel. It's a straight up fact. The first chump that jumps is the first chump that dies.  Shyheim is ruthless. He’ll pistol whip a nigga toothless. Pointing a pistol to your peekhole, pussy. You gotta pay the fucking dues. He ain't the one to play. He is dressed in black like Streets of Harlem and get aways just like an Unsolved Mystery. Blaow, a single shot straight to the headpiece. You don't believe me G, Check his pedigree. And you can feel how he deals with the motherfucking steel. Ain't no game, boy. It’s real.

5/5*****!

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Shabazz The Diciple & Supreme Kourt - s/t EP review

The Shabazz The Diciple & Supreme Kourt vinyl EP was the illest shit out back in 1998. The EP is laced with soulful boom bap beats and an edge of jazzy hip hop. Some of the songs were originally recorded and produced back in 1989 such as Little Shop of Horror and Party wit a Tec. That is why this EP sounds vintage for an EP released in 1998. This EP is an antique rap gem!

Little Shop of Horror uses sick beats over a bassoon sample which gives the song an edge of jazzy hip hop. Those boom bap beats were soulful. Little Shop of Horror was originally made back in 1989 and was remade in 1996. Producer Su-Preme used a Korg DDD-1 and the Casio FZ-10M in 1989 to make the beat. He used the ASR-10 to do the remake. Su-Preme recorded the song Little Shop of Horror at The Hit Factory.

Party wit a Tec is a violent gangsta rap song driven by a rhythmic old timey jazz piano. That rhythmic old timey jazz piano gives the song an edge of jazzy hip hop. An antique rap gem! Party wit a Tec was originally made back in 1989 and was remade in 1996. Producer Su-Preme used a Korg DDD-1 and the Casio FZ-10M in 1989 to make the beat. He used the ASR-10 to do the remake. Su-Preme recorded the song Party wit a Tec at The Hit Factory.

I'm Breathing for You is a vintage antiquated sounding hip hop song with soothing smooth boom bap beats. Shabazz’s lyrics are on point aw always. You can see where the development of his lyrics transitioned from. These were the lyrics that made him the rapper he is today.

5/5*****!

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Rasheed - Let the Games Begin album review

Rasheed - Let the Games Begin is one of the lesser known Dope House Records albums that did not receive a lot of attention outside its home state of Texas. This platinum sounding album did not get much recognition. There is a bit of Spanish rap with Latin flavor (Spanglish) on songs such as Game Time and El Soldado. That makes the album unique in a sense. This raw lyricist also brings in that Philly flavor to the mix. Not surprising since he is from Philadelphia. He comes with anger, aggression, and fury in his flows. He showed maturity since his last album especially with songs such as Children.


Rasheed shows his love to the kids on the song appropriately titled Children. Rasheed wrote this out of love for the kids of the Earth. You can hear Rasheed talking to his kids throughout the song. The song showcased Rasheed’s maturity since he became a parent. This is the world through the eyes of a child.

Remember back in the day when parents giving us a thrashing. Digging in that ass like its some kind of passion. And now he understands why. Just watching his children growing up makes a hustler wanna cry. Because everything we’ve been through, they must experience. Will they learn the hard way? Or come up with common sense? But what about the baby lying lonely in the dumpster that was never given a chance. Will they be a victim of hunger?

This happens year after year. Little Ray made it pass the pacifier. Now he is a passive liar. People say Little Ray is now a murderer for hire.

Little John and his gang initiation. His mission is findin in the enemy location. So he goes out on an infiltration.  The soldier got his stripes in one round. That has got his comrades hype. Hopin and dreaming to stereotype. Undercover officers penetrated the G cult. Police captured and arrested Little John on the spot. He was tried as an adult and is now serving a life sentence. This is the world through the eyes of a child.

Ever wonder why you keep finding Barbie dolls dismantled? Because someone’s husband got his step-daughter watching the porno channel. Touching her in an inappropriate way. His brain will loop it over and over until he finds love in this wicked world.


Rasheed showcases his lyrical skills as a lyrical gladiator on Let the Games Begin. Y'all niggas ain't got no win. Let the games begin!

Rasheed is a lyrical gladiator. It is hysterical when he goes bustin' at a hater in an all black navigator. He is too sick to see with these suicidal symphonies to get with his handle business efficiently. Rasheed is officially certified platinum with these lyrical murders. Blowin' like landmines. Brainless bodies droppin' in no particular order. Prepare for slaughter ammunition is gettin' shorter. Watch his muthafuckin' head drift down the Nile River. Graphic murders three dimensional witch doctors. Killin' like Shaka from Port Lovaca to Morocco.

Rasheed stays raw and real with the murderous skill. Especially in the battlefield. Humidity heated when he steps in the arena. Better come cleaner with felonies. What you're tellin' him’s a misdemeanor. Put a nigga on ice in a graveyard hill. Bombs go off like firecrackers. Demolition turn your hood into a sand castle.


Rasheed explained his passion for rapping on Passion. This is Rasheed’s passion. You know a playa like him is always ready for action. And he won't quit until he gets his satisfaction my satisfaction.

Rasheed gets the rush on the stage from the words he puts on the page. Rippin up in a criminal rage. Passionate dashing inside the ghetto maze. Shining like Uranus. Bring sun to you on rainy days. Ways of the wise don't kill the messenger before the message. You know Rasheed from Philly to the Houston, Texas.

Sweaty tears give a nigga spasms. Make the average female listen to close and have an orgasm. He has them by the tens of thousands lighting his fire because living through him they feel the passion of his desire. No discussion or repercussion rush the process of his rapping and skills. The beats are gonna keep his lyrics complete. In the Dope House you know is where he was makin his moves.

Rasheed has gotta keep it as true as he can from the movie screen to the rapping art. That's how he is building his foundation. Apart of the chosen few showing you how it really is.


Game Tight is the tight dual language track which is the English-Spanish track Think Spanglish. Think Spanish rap with Latin flavor with the English language. The rest of the song is rapped in the English language while Low G’s verse is rapped in the Spanish language.

Here is what Low G said in Spanish.

[Low G]
Si mon
Es el pelom de Houston
Max Mannili, Rasheed, and my nigga J-Von
Didn't I tell you just to leave my ass alone
No hai perdon
Rippin your heart wit the microphone
Mamacita
Yo te dedico esta cancion
Y ya no llores si estoy laqueado
En la prison
Dia dia
Y ano ano
Si tusupireras
COMO TE EXTRANO
Y no medigas que no

Here is the English translation of what Low G said.

[Low G]
yes mon
It's the hair of Houston
Max Mannili, Rasheed, and my nigga J-Von
Didn't I tell you just to leave my ass alone
there is no forgiveness
Rippin your heart with the microphone
mamacita
I dedicate this song
And don't cry anymore if I'm lacquered
in prison
Day day
and year year
if you were to
HOW I MISS YOU
And don't measure that you don't


El Soldado explained how much of a sneaky soldier Rasheed was.

Rasheed is your sneaky Sicilian creeping the streets like a Dominican civilian. Another mudafuckin Lucky Luciano swindelin from San Fran to Costa Rica. He’s got a hundred kilos stuffed in the Winnebago. Hasta la vista. Bullets move the speed of a cheetah. He’s got Laquita in the Burb to the back for Lupita. They can't defeat his fleet. It's a must they keep the heatas for the crooked criminals contemplation.

Drinks that passion the night for the paper. Don't fuck with the chief Puffin that Panama red Indian. Rasheed feels a thrill as he flies over the Bay. He works with faces that look strange as chameleons changing. Be ready for the rumble with the five-o talkin to Columbo.

His street vendetta is quality. He is on a suspicious search to the final clue. A part of the investigators perk. Moving seven digit serial numbers imperial. You’re dealing with a devil dumper. Traveling like an astro van with the possibility to chop the cop facility like trees in tranquility. It takes a sec to wreck opposition systematic crackin dummies. Automatic for drama addicts. Ghetto government a kind of gangsterism got him locked up in this motherfuckin prison.

4/5****!

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Ill Knob – A Beautiful Thing / Rap Basher single review

Ill Knob – A Beautiful Thing / Rap Basher is a beautiful underrated hip hop single from 1998 from the ill state of New Jersey of course. The single has hyper boom bap beats filled with flava. The trio comes tight with action packed lyrics. Ill Knob are the rap bashers, night slashers, and mic masters.


Rap Bashers explains how Ill Knob are mic masters with their lyricism. Y'all respect it. It be the rap bashers. The rap bashers are here representing real live niggas.

Ill Knob gots to flip this. Their mission is to let this niggas know they are is in the business. Ill Knob are the rap bashers, night slashers, and mic masters. They are also street actors. The click rocks the best of street action. State action and no fraction. The population should put that to test. Knob don't give a damn about the fuckin fame. Watch ya back or get hit with the stunnin shit.

You don't like Raheem. He doesn't give a fuck. You gots to hear Raheem because he is causing chaos while his mind ills like Rikers Island shields. Your brain swells. You know some stories that he or she tells. While his mind dwells in darkness. Weepin as she's cursed and he's heartless. Raheem is in this to win this. Domes get bashed. Niggas get caught up its path.

The rap bashers are here representing real live niggas. Bitch niggas just stare. You pussies gettin more dick than Heather Hunter. No wonder. Ga Bow's style make 'em fall under. Ya bruised in this. MC's meet defeat. The shady nigga Raheem maintains the C.I. (Connecticut) (?) state of mind. Rugged down, scuffed up Timbs, and bad dimes. How can you be down? Create a sound to be with 'em.


The trio Ill Knob explained how they devoured cyphers with their descriptive storytelling skills in the song called A Beautiful Thing. The beauty in this song is how they devour cyphers with their raps and their descriptive storytelling skills. This thing of theirs is a beautiful thing. That is the message to the song Beautiful Thing.

The trio move likes Navy Seals and nuclear showers. On the streets they are rollin with phat beats and mad heat. Niggas ain't even discreet. This thing of theirs should be treated with respect. Anything else should bring forth a slug to your neck. They get even with the enemy you sleeping with.

Ill Knob at this club of theirs in the back counting the dough stack. Meeting with the Fam about a counter-attack. They sat for 80 minutes. But the plan just wasn't finished yet. Some of the enemies Ill Knob planned to attack and ransack was spotted in the village cold grinished. It's ok. They gotta pay for they foolishness. Disrespecting their things and no respect for Power things. These niggas never understand it 'til the fire get lit. Quite symbolic.

Ill Knob’s verse at the end explained how the Ill Knob trio devoured cyphers with their descriptive storytelling skills and their raps.

[Ill Knob]
I'm at this club of our's, in the back countin the dough stack
Meetin with the Fam about a counter-attack
We sat for 80 minutes, still the plan just wasn't finished
Cuz some of 'em was spotted in the village, cold grinished
It's ok, they gotta pay for they foolishness
Disrespectin our things and no respect for Power things
And the very sour thing, let's see who coward then
At the gun blaze, droppin fu-gaze
Behind the shower thing, you'll find a tower thing
Y'all niggas bring that to me, y'all know the writin's legit
These niggas never understand it 'til the fire get lit
Ill Knob give it to 'em in a firey pit, for...


5/5*****!

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Hardsequencer – Evolution EP EP review

Hardsequencer – Evolution EP is an awesome mind blowing happy hardcore EP with a line of semi-distorted kicks played on a 4|4 time signature. The EP uses a mixture of hard trance and happy hardcore. Hardsequencer was at his best when this EP was released.

Harmony is a unique happy hardcore song because this happy hardcore song does not focus on the breakbeat at first as is the case with normal happy hardcore songs. This happy hardcore song focuses on the codes of hardcore techno first. The song focuses on the breakbeat second. The pitch shifts and key modulation fit with the pulsating hard trance chords, pads, and synths. Harmony is psychedelic meets pulsating hard trance. The keys are just sublime.

You Better Ask S-Body an extremely fast paced happy hardcore song played at/on a 4|4 time signature at what is possibly 160 BPM. You Better Ask S-Body has some oscillating synths, an ethereal angelic chorus, and crunched 16 bit synths. This song used a 0 pitch which made the tune engrossing and furious.

5/5*****!!