What up spaghetti-heads! What a relief to know that one half of Mobb Deep hasn’t lost his style to the watered down G-Unit. There were a couple of times when I knew it was over for them, but it looks like it’s back to the same flavour that all the Mobb heads will surely love.
Blood Money was, in my mind, a total failure. Not only was it bad, but it smelled like 50 Cent, which wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing, but for Mobb it definitely is. Prodigy in particular, was for sure showing his ashiness. I don’t blame Saigon for smacking him; he was merely trying to slap some sense into the tired-ass emcee.
The Kush is a hot album. I don’t care what anyone says. It’s the conscious sub-genre of that gangster rap that twenty-somethings all over the world bob their heads to; not because it’s foul and crime-ridden, but because it’s undeniably real and fierce. The beats are dope, the rhymes aren’t forced, and the hooks are, as you would expect, dirty and mean as hell.
Havoc has always been about being a lord of the underground. Even G-Unit can’t change that. He recently even declined to sign for a project with Koch records! Now that’s indie. Speaking of which, did you know that Mobb Deep is the first American Hip Hop act to perform in India?
This album will bring you back to the Juvenile Hell days. I almost feel like grabbing a sickle and swinging it over my head. It gets 8 Saigon-getting-run-out-of-the-clubs out of 10.
