Don’t look now, but Memphis’ own Don Trip is slowly, but surely making a name for himself. Read the rest of this entry »

“I be lane changin’, chain swangin’…”

Good to see and hear Ms. Deb’s boys in harmony again. Read the rest of this entry »

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I reviewed both of Drama’s studio LP’s thus far, so the element of surprise is pretty much lost on me. In all fairness, there never was any method to musicianship. No magic with a white rabbit or white doves to warrant a standing ovation. Simply the who’s who’s of rap mirroring the current state of affairs with ease. Read the rest of this entry »

This collaboration had been talked about for quite some time, but it is still interesting to see it actually come to fruition. The “Ice Cream Man” and the man with a ice cream cone tatted on his cheek combine forces for one hell of a pavement punisher – the Drumma Boy inspired “Brinks.” In fact, there’s enough bass in this song to act as an emergency defibrillator. Read the rest of this entry »

Gucci’s “street album” sounds very asphalt-driven at this point. However now that trap rap has been eschewed by media in exchange for shock business, The Return… may potentially be overlooked. Read the rest of this entry »

Who needs promo & tedious leaks when you’re the voice behind one of the biggest radio songs out and command one of the strongest followings around? The chief of the Taylor Gang decides to up and release a new mixtape via his Twitter. His loyal followers most likely let loose a simultaneous “yeah bxtch!” in reply. Taylor Gang or… Read the rest of this entry »

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Below the Mason-Dixon, folks still get buck, crunk, get throwed, shake things and any other slang terms which denote getting completely loose with it. Movements and music like that help keep the earth tilted firmly on its axis. Read the rest of this entry »

“It’s Gucci, two times.”

Resistance is futile. Gucci goes in and adds another playlist-worthy track, Read the rest of this entry »

With Waka’s rise to notoriety and Gucci’s re-release from Fulton County Jail, OJ’s presence in the group appeared to dwindle by the day in 2010. However, with the upload of a single song, any lingering thoughts of OJ no longer being apart of Brick Squad are laid to rest. I’m willing to bet more tracks between these three have surfaced throughout the year, Read the rest of this entry »

Did you forget that Marlon Jermaine Goodwin and The Fat Mack made their Grand Hustle debut this year? Yeah, it was pretty lousy but life goes on, right? And so goes the saying and treatment for one of Ten Toes Down’s better offerings with their stocky H-Town pal, Slim Thug. Read the rest of this entry »

On the steps to rehab, every recovering individual needs a sponsor to help lead the way. Buck’s teamed up with Drumma Boy to continue repairing his career post-Guerilla Unit. Read the rest of this entry »

As Michael Vick exposed onto the world, meticulously starving a rabid animal will make them fierce and deadly competitors. With a hunger of a great magnitude, the dedication becomes more intense. The goals and objectives become more clearer and instincts more sharp. Sort of like the Bogus Boys from the low end parts of Chicago. Read the rest of this entry »

Part of me has to give it up for Young Buck. With the odds stacked against him, he’s continued putting up the good fight and very quietly releasing bits and pieces of music that are only a notch below his early G-Unit offerings. Read the rest of this entry »

Prepare for burial when I’m reincarnating Harry-O/And you don’t want that day because you love your life/Get my Vibe, when it’s war he pull out butter knifes… – Game dissing Young Buck on “300 Bars,” from the 2005 mixtape You Know What It Is, Vol. 3

Life after The Unit has been a tale of two attitudes for Game and Young Buck. Read the rest of this entry »

Fans appreciated Wale when he took it back to collaborating with his fellow rappers. They even stomached an honest yet unfocused album. But what they really wanted to hear from the kid from D.C. was nothing. Nada. Diddlysquat. Seinfeld. That definitive postmodern music. Read the rest of this entry »