Posts Tagged ‘entertainment


An Open Letter to “The Source” Magazine

Dear “The Source” Magazine,

I apologize for the tardiness of my response to your most recent issue – I would have written you sooner, but could not find the address for reader’s letters anywhere in your magazine and didn’t care enough to further investigate.

Now that you’ve “re-launched” and are “new and improved” after providing us with years of stunningly bad journalism, you seem to be on some sort of strange, afrocentric, faux-intellectual trip, a la Nas (although the new issues are new and improved, I’ll give you that).

I noticed this mostly in your piece about how Black people are almost never on TV shows. You listed Black America’s great hope, a motherfucking cartoon, and then made a list of 10 TV shows to check out if you want to see “us” on TV, as if your readership isn’t 90% white.

I found it beyond hilarious that you put a show like BET’s “American Gangster” on that list.

Come on, is that really what cats like MLK Jr. were out there marching for? “Oh, I have a dream… that some day my children will grow up to on a show called ‘American Gangster’ and that it will be the best portrayal of Black people on TV…”

I can’t help but wonder how you put a show called “American Gangster” on your list of “empowering” shows but neglected to mention the shows that have been “empowering” Black America in a a similar fashion for decades, like “Cops” and “America’s Most Wanted.”

On a slightly unrelated note, what’s the deal with that official relaunching issue with mediocre has beens like Nas and LL Cool J on the front re-reviewing a gang of old CDs? That’s bullshit. It would have been far more interesting if you had just reprinted how you originally reviewed the CDs (well, except maybe for the Marshall Mathers LP). I say this as a head who has spent hours on your POS website searching for some classic reviews. I really don’t care to read a dozen reviews that all say the same things (anyone else noticed that stanning reviews like your new batch aren’t half as interesting as negative ones?).

Also,  how in the fuck is Get Rich or Die Tryin’ one of the best albums of all time? Give me a fucking break.

So, in summary, welcome back, Source.

But fuck you, too.


Big Pun – Legendary

RIP GOAT Big Punisher. Click the image to read XXL’s new article on the upcoming documentary Big Pun: The Legacy.


Young Jeezy – The Recession Leak (Download Here)


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PS The review’s on its way


Termanology’s “Politics As Usual” EPK

This is appreciated, but a little disheartening, considering the bit of the Lil Fame verse we hear on it.

I always had a feeling the guests might be PAU’s downfall.

Fame could turn out to be Celph Titled to Term’s Apathy.


American Gangster vs. Ego Trippin’

A while back, on, I made the following comment regarding recent albums better than Jay-Z’s “American Gangster”:

Just for fun, [here’s] 5 albums from 2008 that are better than AG:

Snoop Doggy Dogg – Ego Trippin
Nas – Untitled
Bun B – Ill Trill
Rakim – Lost and Found
Fat Ray & Black Milk – The Setup

And that’s just off the dome…

I’ve since had people bring it up to try and discredit me and my opinions, talking about how stupid an opinion it is.

So here’s my breakdown of why Ego Trippin’ is better than American Gangster. Time to end this shit.

I broke down the songs by type and compared them. The better track is awarded one point, and, in the event of a tie, both albums are awarded a point.

I also created some categories regarding the albums overall, not just track-for-track comparisons.

Let the games begin.


I can’t front; Jay-Z has a better intro. My main problem with Snoop’s is that the whole thing is him instructing me to “press play,” followed by “no, really, press play!”

Whenever I hear it I can’t help but think “If I pressed the play button right now it would put it on pause.”

So it’s really nonsense.

American Gangster: 1

Ego Trippin’: 0


Jay-Z’s opener, “Pray,” has bangin’ enough drums, which is essential for an album opener, but Jay’s lyrics are too simplistic and sound like the off-the-dome spit they probably are, with obvious rhyme patterns like “enemies / me / inequities / me” which end the kind of bars you would expect from a Sound Click rapper’s freestyle.

Jay is occasionally inspired, with the deviant from the wave of the mediocre being “I’m trying to beat life / Because I can’t cheat death.”

Snoop has the superior beat, for sure; it has a similar vocal wail in the background and equally bangin’ drums, but the Snoop production shines due to the intricacies present which Jay’s track lacks, with guitars, horns, congos, psychedelic synths, vocoded voices, and funky bass licks flitting in and out without sounding slightly sloppy or excessive. On the other hand, Jay’s track is produced from about 3 instruments, all of which are wasted by the unimaginative producers behind the board, LV & Sean C, who ruin this album’s production as well as most of the production on Ghostface’s “Big Doe Rehab.”

Then look at Snoop’s rhymes: “G’s in the ‘Lac / Weed in the back / DPs in the act.”

His rhymes are just flat-out superior to Jay’s.

The only way you could like “Pray” more is if you thought Snoop’s song was too shallow or didn’t try to make enough of a message. This is just a matter of personal taste – the bottom line? Snoop’s track is just plain better.

American Gangster: 1

Ego Trippin’: 1


A trademark of both artists, but one that works out better for Snoop (always – see “Drop It Like It’s Hot” or “Vato”) than Jay. Always.

This time ’round, Jay decides to jack Rakim’s style and Pharrell decides to jack two of his previous beats, Clipse’s “Mr. Me Too” and Snoop’s own “Drop It Like It’s Hot.” Play “Blue Magic” back to back with “MMT” and “DILIH” and you’ll notice that they are all essentially the same, rearranged beat with slightly altered melodies.

Snoop and Pharrell this time came up with the ethnic-themed “Sets Up,” a Crippin’ anthem heavy on ethnic percussion and with Pharrell singing on the chorus (trust me, it’s a lot better than you’d think).

As always, Snoop brought out the best in a talented producer. As always, Jay bored the fuck out of a talented producer and unleashed some god-awful verses and an even worse chorus to make us wish he would just retire already.

American Gangster: 1

Ego Trippin’: 2


Jay flips a lounge-jazz song – potential completely wasted, trust me – and lays down some more of his amateurish faux-freestyle rhymes that are mind-numbingly bad.

Snoop himself drops some particularly weak rhymes, mostly just namechecking an assortment of celebrities.

Both have disappointing lyrics, so what it comes down to is the beat and how the sample is utilized.

The Jay sample seems to be too slow for the drums, or perhaps Jay is going too slow for the sample. Either way, it sounds incredibly awkward and clumsy.

Snoop, on the other hand, flips the sample into an upbeat, wailing, piano-driven ditty that can’t help but put a smile on your face.

Besides, their are few things more enjoyable that hearing Snoop boss around some hoes regarding the handling of deeez nuts, as he does midway through “Deez Hollywood Nights.”

American Gangster: 1

Ego Trippin’: 3


Beyond the beat to Jay-Z’s “I Know” being boring as hell, I honestly believe that hearing Jay deliver the unbelievably awful line “Cold sweats… occur… When I’m not… With her” is one of the worst musical experiences of my life. Honestly.

Snoop’s “Sexual Eruption” is the opposite, a soothing, cleverly penned sex song accompanied by a hilarious retro video.

Which is better is not even a question.

American Gangster: 1

Ego Trippin’: 4


Jay and Nas collide again on “Success,” which uncreatively loops the same organ loop over and over and over until you get sick of it. Hov bites Eminem, yells “blah blah!” to imitate gunshots, and generally makes an asshole of himself. Nas does his best to salvage the song, but it’s a nearly impossible feat, and you almost feel sorry for Nas as his meager 8-ish bars crumble under the weight of a sinking ship.

Fortunately, Snoop’s legendary co-star, The Gap Band’s own Charlie Wilson, is as good as he ever was, and, even more importantly, Snoop spits some furious flows, including my favorite rhyme on Ego Trippin’ – “It’d probably be a gun instead of a pen in my hand / Probly be doin a dubb in the penn with my man.”

American Gangster: 1

Ego Trippin’: 5


On his “Let It Out,” admittedly infeior to his previous album’s “Think About It,” Snoop combines his silky smooth flow with some spitfire lyrics and a surprisingly gangsta refrain to create one of the album’s hottest tracks, almost effortlessly.

Jay, on “No Hook,” decides to rhyme “at” fifty times over a plodding beat, with his newly deteriorated flow.

Now, I love Snoop, but ask yourself, could he have outrhymed Jay-motherfucking-Z like this ten years ago?

American Gangster: 1

Ego Trippin’: 6


Jay attempts a narrative about the rise and fall of an American gangster, and actually has songs called “Success,” “Fallin’,” and “American Gangster.” Which is ridiculously uncreative. All of the so-called narrative points are stilted and obvious, making for an album almost as condescendingly stupid and boring as one of those shittastic “Hood” movies where a bunch of ten year olds in blue rags wave guns, smoke blunts, and play tag with wads of cash.

It’s just plain stupid.

Ego Trippin’, on the other hands, shows Snoop spreading his wings like never before and pushing his limits further than ever, covering Morris Day, producing his own shit, and doing a country song dedicated to Johnny Cash.

It’s an innovative, fun album that always leaves you guessing.

American Gangster: 1

Ego Trippin’: 7


American Gangster is produced predominantly by LV & Sean C.

‘Nuff said.

American Gangster: 1

Ego Trippin’: 8


That’s enugh, I don’t want to drag this out more than I need to.

Ego Trippin’ > American Gangster


The Game – LAX Review, Leak, & “My Life” Video

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DMX yelling a prayer on Game’s behalf. If you’re familiar with DMX’s on-record prayers up to this point, you know how creepy this is.



A nice, piano-filled beat and a so-so chorus made weaker because of how common a style it is. The Game delivers some particularly weak verses on this one, basically negating his Mass Appeal interview’s claim that he’s the best alive. It’s a song like Scream on ‘Em from the last album that has a bangin beat but awful lyrics.



Ice Cube and Game hook up to try and worsen LA’s reputation. The beat again outshines Game’s verses, but not as much; it’s also worth noting that Ice Cube’s chorus is pretty great.



The first song truly worth listening to over and over, partially due to it’s hot beat, partially because Game and Raekwon bounce verses around with a chemistry like Rae and Ghost.

If Game would leaked this shit instead of Big Dreams, I would have been a lot more hyped for this shit.



I didn’t like this song much when it first dropped, mostly because Lil Wayne was on it, but it’s a banger in retrospect. The concept really makes you think, and even if Game’s verses are mostly Phantom and Bentley talk, you turn it off feeling slightly deeper, like you just stepped into a half-full kiddy pool.

Also, I promised the official video in the blog title, so here it is.



The opening lines tell you how good the song is going to be; he name-drops Kanye West, and then talks about Impalas and drug wars, followed by a bad joke about Mount Rushmore.

On the plus, the beat is fire, sounding like a cut track from Rick Ross’ debut.



Anyone hoping for a classic summer track for BBQ-ing to in the vein of Biggie’s “Juicy” or DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince’s “Summertime,” as I was, will be sorely disappointed by another song about being a gangsta, completely with a shitty chorus uncreatively rhyming “california sunshine” with “in the summertime.”



This song starts off differently from any other Game song, with an odd techno pluck that suggests that Game’s about to get all innovative on your ass, but then this weak drum beat comes in and Game starts the gun talk. A wasted opportunity.



The most menacing beat Game has ever had (and that’s saying something) and more of his mediocre rhymes make this yet the second wasted opportunity in a row. The beat is so hot, though, that it makes me want to listen to this a few times more.



The worst song yet, a shitty faux-romantic song where Game’s idea of foreplay is “I know you brought your girls, So girl fuck your friends, Matter of fact, I wanna fuck your friends.”



Featuring the same girl who sung on Nas’ “Can’t Forget About You.” As with just about every Game song out there, Game’s lyrics are the same ol’ “Yo I’m hoppin’ out a Phantom with an iced-out medallion…” Blah Blah Blah “Chuck Taylors” Blah Blah Blah “dippin in my 6-4 Impala” Blah Blah Blah “[Reference to some 2Pac song].” The chorus is pretty great, though.



Another shitty faux-romantic song, except this one is even worse than the one with Ne-Yo (Gentleman’s Affair).



An elastic-funk kind of thing that usually works out well for guest Common, but this is a stumble for him. Game is on his usual “I’m not very good, but I’m not awful, either” tip lyrically. The chorus is the same as on all the other songs.



A Game song about rappers better than himself, except he does it creatively by recreating the deaths of 2Pac, Biggie, and Eazy-E, rapping as them (in the first-person) in their final moments. Eazy-E’s death is the most tragic, but the Biggie verse is the most entertaining, since it’s the part where Game does an imitation of Big Poppa’s voice.



You’ve probably heard it before, so you already know it’s not very good.



The white-hot summer banger I reported on earlier in the year. I loved it then, and I still do. If only “Cali Sunshine” were more like this.



I’d hate to spoil this song’s meaning, so I’m just going to suggest that you think really hard about who has the last name King that Game would want to pen a tribute to. This is a pretty good song, but nothing great. Hilariously, Game upstages Nas.



L.A.X. is on par with everything else Game has ever done, in that it’s a collection of white-hot beats with Game’s mediocre all-but-legendary flows coasting along.

2/5 Mics


The Game feat. Nas – “Letter to the King” Leaks

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