Dedi - Every Man For Himself (aka The Original Baby Pa) (shelved, 1995)

Today's post concerns a very mysterious nickname: Why does Sylvester James by day and Dedi by night call himself The Original Baby Pa? Was he the person who coined the term? Or is it yet another attempt to distinguish oneself from the rest of the herd of MCs trying to make it? Join us up next on (drum roll) A waste of everyone's valuable time!

Now, Mr. Dedi here thought everything was set for him in the rap game. Why shouldn't he? He was a member of one of the hottest underground cliques in 90s boom bap: Heavy D & The Boyz, Pete Rock & CL Smooth, InI and more. That meant he had the luxury of affording the beats of one Peter Phillips aka the aforementioned Pete Rock, who is one of the godfathers of crate-digging boom bap. Period. By that point, Pete had already made epic strides in the industry, mainly with his three collaborations with his forever-underrated former MC, CL Smooth. The All Souled Out EP, Mecca And The Soul Brother & The Main Ingredient are three timeless contributions to hip hop that deserve to be revered within the genre, each for their very own unique reasons. That's almost more than what the two late hip hop giants Biggie and Big Punisher were able to achieve in their regretfully-short lifetimes combined. Think about that the next time you try to make one of those dumb-as-all-fuck top 10 lists hip hop heads and critics like to throw around. And by the time Dedi's turn came about, Pete was just as active outside of his camp, working with legends such as Das EFX, AZ & Def Squad's Jamal. So, there was no reason for Dedi to fret.

Except Dedi forgot that he was in the music industry: A cutthroat wasteland ruled by numbers and stats. Enter one Sylvia Rhone. This skeletal witch from Hades made it her mission to oppose any and all hip hop acts selling under 500,000 units. Unfortunately, Pete Rock had an entire roster of such acts under his then-fledgling vanity label Soul Brother Records, and Dedi was the second act scheduled for release. The first, InI, barely got through with releasing a single and one measly video for it after Sylvia was done with them, and even then it was only because they were approved by her predecessor and she couldn't do anything about it. Regardless to say, InI's album The Life I Live has been in release hell ever since, being bootlegged to kingdom come as Center Of Attention for 20 years straight. After all that, what chance did poor Dedi have?

Well, aside from a feature still remembered 20 years later on Sadat X' Escape From New York, (which is an absolute classic song, might I add) you guessed it. Dedi's entire planned catalog of releases was shelved. Until Pete Rock attempted to salvage some cash for him and InI by negotiating with a label called BBE/Rapster, a label he'd already done business with when he released the first Petestrumentals album of, you guessed it, Petestrumentals. What he didn't count on was that as soon as he delivered the original studio files he had in his possession to them, they royally screwed him, InI and Dedi for all those tracks were worth by releasing the two shelved albums in an incomplete form without including Pete and co. in the monetary deal. Meaning that whatever success the fake-ass "Lost & Found: Underground Soul Classics" makes, neither Pete nor those two acts will see a dime of that money. Understandably, that resulted in me refusing to buy the InI album and resorting to listening to an unearthed version of the true intended mix from 1995 on YouTube here, while hoping there was some way Pete and co. could benefit from this directly.

Unfortunately, Dedi's shelved album has seen no such treatment, and what the world's left with is simply the BBE release tracks. Adding insult to injury, they called him Deda on their bullshit album cover displayed above. Friggin' Deda. Sounds like something a spoiled rich baby would say after he hurt his arm. Granted Dedi sounds exactly the same but still, this mistake caused the entire hip hop industry to mistake his name for Deda. Check Discogs if you don't believe me. It might not be that important to you, but put yourself in his shoes: You're a struggling rapper and you've exerted X amount of effort to establish a nickname that you want to build your brand over and provide for your family through. Now imagine some third-rate label changing that nickname without your consent (robbing you in the process, might I add) and plastering that shit all over their fake release of your hard work. Finally, imagine that lie being the one thing people associate your rap career with anymore. Enough said. Hell, I thought Deda was his name! Not anymore, obviously. Grap Luva, InI member and Pete's younger brother, has graciously pointed out a rhyme in which Mr. Dedi spells his name correctly, so thanks YSB.

In the interest of documenting Pete Rock's growth as a producer, I'll review these tracks but let me make this perfectly clear: In no way am I endorsing the 2003 BBE/Rapster release. These types are the scum of the earth.

EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF (FEATURING PETE ROCK)
We begin the evening with Pete taking an incredible initiative through combining samples from Hubert Laws and Milt Jackson that showcase his masterful ear for xylophones yet again. I noticed that Pete started using scratched vocal samples more frequently for his tracks with Dedi, this song's choices being prime selections from Biz Markie and the late Guru. Dedi and Pete share verses that give a braggadocious performance each. Both definitely seem amped by the beat which makes the song work, at least. This was pretty good.

PRESS REWIND (FEATURING PETE ROCK)
Here Pete's younger sibling introduces Dedi as if the latter's the Grim Reaper, to which Dedi responds by bringing Pete along for another song. This time, all Pete gets is one verse and yet he still leaves his mark while Dedi runs away with two verses. Yet another BNB performance by both gentlemen. Sampling Dedi and Nas for the hook, Grap's Les McCann loop is yet another example of how the Younger Soul Brother is pretty dope behind the boards himself. This song did its job.

BLAH UNO
Receiving its title form a single bar off Dedi's contribution to the timeless posse cut, Pete Rock & CL Smooth's The Basement, I'm almost willing to bet my left nut that this song was intended to be an important single for the shelved album, if not its lead one. I must say that Pete really continues his form admirably with the subtle-yet-memorable John Klemmer loop he presents to you. Dedi sticks to his guns in an admirable effort to stay consistent with his approach, delivering yet another performance with him feeling himself the way each and every up-and-coming MC back then did. Also present here is the second time Dedi attempts to tell the world the correct spelling of his nickname. It's there for everyone to examine in the beginning of the third verse. Yet another reason to send a healthy fuck you towards BBE/Rapster, who are still whoring out Pete's material by the way.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
I'm starting to think Dedi's forcing Pete to scratch his hooks Primo-style. And I have to say, Pete's pretty friggin' good at it, borrowing a suitable Big Daddy Kane line here to accompany his Dorothy Ashby-Cannonball Adderley Quintet-sampling beat. Dedi can only play along as the Petestrumental guides him to giving a textbook posturing performance the way a genius beat should. This was effective.

THE ORIGINAL BABY PA
The Soul Brother really earns his nickname on this beat as he conjures a mean-ass combo of a John Klemmer sax sample and a George Benson lick sample, sprinkled with some exquisite CL Smooth samples, and they all mesh beautifully, resulting in one of the most vibrant beats Pete ever produced and my joint-favorite beat of his on this collection. Dedi decides that such a sonic masterpiece is fit for yet another braggadocious display, but this time he brings an extra dose of conviction to his shit, which elevates the song somehow. This was impressive, really.

HOW I'M LIVIN`
This is the second song from this collection that qualifies for my earlier statement on Blah Uno. I'm also betting that this song here was intended as a cave-in to Sylvia Rhone's demands for a Comby-sounding single, because the Dazz Band sample-heavy beat unfortunately sounds exactly like that for all intents and purpose. Dedi, surprise surprise, brings you yet another BNB serving in an approach that's really starting to get old. I'd much rather listen to Pete's boring productions than to this horseshit.

CAN'T WAIT
It will take a Herculean effort for me to shake off the previous sewage masquerading as a song. Pete certainly gives such an attempt behind the boards with the majestic Ahmad Jamal Trio sample mainly forming the Petestrumental. Dedi infuriatingly sticks to the exact same shit he's been doing so far, bragging his ass off.  At least, he isn't shit on the mic. I mean, his flow isn't the worst in the world. But what really saves the song is Pete's Primo-esque scratch of various lines from Main Source's Vamos A Rapiar, with a smooth Jeru The Damaja touch later on in the song. Nice! The second joint favorite of mine here. Yes, there's a third one.

I ORIGINATE
Pete's really pulling all the stops to make sure his man Dedi doesn't fall flat on his fucking face, with yet another inspired beat, courtesy of a sick bass loop from Donald Byrd and some of his signature xylophone findings, seasoned with a flute cut from Hubert Laws and some scratched bars from Wild Style and from Greg Nice's most famous verse. Yes, the one from DWYCK. I'm aware that Large Professor uses the same Greg Nice sample in 2002 producing for the Beatnuts, but I don't lose any sleep over it and neither should you. Dedi's still chugging with the BNB, as you can see.

NASTY SCENE
I'm sure you're getting a little impatient with Dedi's lyrical ventures. I wouldn't blame you, because the fucker is completely missing the bones Pete's been throwing him throughout this collection. Nowhere is this issue more glaring than on this song, where Pete sets up a magnificently sombre beat from both David Axelrod and Bob James, whose musical catalogs have basically sustained 90s boom bap by their very lonesome. Add that to the menacing lines scratched on the hook from both AZ and Guru, in his second sampled appearance here. The beat practically screamed "storytelling", and what does Dedi do? If you guessed "deliver an intricate lyrical tale filled with the metaphors, imagery and similes that make for a timeless experience" I oughta smack you. You bet your putrid friggin' colon, he continues with the BNB he's been forcefeeding you throughout the rest of this collection. Shame.

NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS
This Freddie Hubbard loop with the dope Buddy Montgomery interlude in the third verse was the equivalent of Pete saying 'Yo, man. You want to stick to grabbing your nuts? Fuck it, yo. Go crazy.' because sure enough, Dedi comes in with another three verses all about his superiority over the competition. Oddly enough, this song didn't piss me off as much, coming off as 'meh' rather than 'screw this piece of audio manure' that might be attributed to Pete's wizardry.

TOO CLOSE
Finally, Dedi somehow manages to recapture some of the conviction amid his BNB. Maybe it's because of the mind-numbingly good Petestrumental behind him that sees Pete going absolutely crazy on the same Hubert Laws source he sampled for Every Man For Himself and I Originate earlier. The Erick Sermon scratched sample simply adds to this song's imposing feel. My final joint-favorite song of this collection.

RHYME WRITER
Pete makes the final beat in this collection a memorable one, with the Monty Alexander sample forming a bloodpumping loop, allowing Pete to scratch two bars from Dedi's contribution to The Basement yet again with Biz Markie and Spoonie G thrown in for good effect. This results, by far, in Dedi's most enthusiastic performance from the entire set. He finally sounds like he's evolved from his showings on The Basement and In The Flesh, and it's the delivery, not the subject matter that did it. Pity that there are no more songs in the collection that reflect this. And we're done.

FINAL THOUGHTS
Dedi presents you with his MO for these tracks: For better or worse, the man only knows how to brag in his rhymes, talking about absolutely nothing else for the entire release. Which is why all these tracks might feel like they blend into each other. And it's certainly not like Dedi is a punchline genius like, say, the following: Big Daddy Kane, Lord Finesse, Redman, Edo G, Akinyele, Das EFX, Big L, Sticky Fingaz, Keith Murray, the late great Scientifik, Heltah Skeltah, Starang Wondah, etc. However, Pete productions here, save for one glaring exception, continue his amazing form. They also occasionally provide Dedi's delivery with huge spikes of energy, which amplify the song overall. Keyword: occasionally. Furthermore, Dedi is certainly not the best MC, but he's no Melachi The Nutcracker, either. Which has to be a positive. Right? I must say that releases like this teach you things about yourself. Because many people claim to be fans of lyricism above all, while defending the legitimacy of mainstream rap's impact on the culture. I'm not ashamed to admit that I pay attention to the beat before the rhymes mostly. But that doesn't stop me from requiring a level of lyrical excellence in my songs. Ultimately, I prefer a song that has a killer beat but crap lyrics over one with a crap beat with killer lyrics. That's something I did not know by myself until I listened to albums like this one.

WORTH IT? It really depends on whether you're a fan of the beats more than the lyrics. If you prefer the beats more, then you should definitely burn all of these. (Don't think I forgot, BBE/Rapster) Pete Rock provides you with some of the best beats you'll ever hear. However, if you prefer the lyrics more, then steer clear. I'm sorry, but Dedi never really distinguishes himself from any other rapper-to-be from the 90s, aside form a few exceptions.Unfortunately, that small number isn't enough.


TRACKS TO TRACK DOWN:
ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK (SADAT X TRACK FEATURING DEDI AND PETE ROCK)
I've already mentioned this song various times, but this is where I elaborate: Pete uses the same beat he introduced during the short intro for his & CL's track In The Flesh and stretches the Modern Jazz Quartet loop out for a full song, naturally spicing it up some more to make it feel, for lack of a better term, bigger. Tell you what, the additions friggin' worked wonders, as Derek X and Dedi trade BNB as if they've been doing so all their lives. This song also serves the purpose of proving that Dedi works infinitely better when sharing mic-time with someone else, whether in a duet or a posse cut. And we're done.

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InI - The Life I Live (bootlegged as Center Of Attention) (shelved,1995)

I'm particularly excited for today's post. It's been the one album I've been itching to review ever since I started reviewing Pete Rock's discography.

This selection has quite the history. Story time: After Pete parted ways professionally with his rhyme partner, the criminally-underrated CL Smooth, he was looking to branch out in his choices, signing new acts forming from previous affiliations to his new vanity label Soul Brother Records, and recording full albums with them. Now, two of those particular acts have already been revealed (sort of) to the public on the two previous releases Pete was featured in: The very revered Mecca And The Soul Brother, and the very rebuked The Main Ingredient. (A rejection totally unjustified, might I add.) What were those acts, you ask? One was a Mount Vernon MC who went by the name Dedi The Original Baby Pa. (Don't ask.) All I've managed to find about him was that his birth name is Sylvester James, and given the interweb's track record, I'm not even sure if that's really true. The other was a full-fledged hip hop group called InI.

Of course, nobody really knows the origins of this group, although I might suspect that the lineup started as a duo comprised of one Robert Odindo bka Rob-O (really inspired there) and Gregory Phillips, Pete's younger brother, bka Grap Luva. You might also remember Rob-O from the late great Heavy D's A Buncha N****s sharing the mic with Busta Rhymes and the late greats Guru and Biggie, and you might remember Grap as the dude who was dancing in the Mecca And The Soul Brother video and freestyling on the intro to PR & CL's non-single hit On And On. According to Grap, Rob was the one who rounded him up with the rest of InI's lineup: MC Rahsaan Rousseau aka Ras G & Marco Polo nka Jolomite.

Back to Pete for a second, he still had some clout within Elektra back then. Add that to his fantastic relationship with then-president of Elektra Bob Krasnow, who actually liked InI & Dedi and was pushing for their albums' respective releases. Then, shit went south when Krasnow left and was replaced by Sylvia Rhone, who simply shut down production entirely for both albums. I guess Freddie Foxxx was right about her on his timeless track Industry Shakedown. Then again, he might've been dissing her for doing Pete wrong, given the fact that Pete himself produced that particular song.

Now, poor Dedi lost everything with that shutdown, but InI managed at least to release one single with a video prior to that cataclysmic event. (To some of their careers, anyway.) Fakin' Jax, given the turn of events, finally saw a release in 1996 and became an underground hit in the process. Back then, such success practically ensured that the album would be bootlegged to oblivion. Sure enough, the album defined hip hop history as one of its most pirated albums ever.

The bootleg has gained infamy for being called Center Of Attention. However, Grap Luva mentioned in an interview with famed blogger Dart Adams here that the album was certainly not to be called that. The real name was intended to be The Life I Live. Thank you Dart for allowing Grap to clear that up. Now, I will say that the tracklist I'm using right now was originally intended as the true tracklisting of the album, according to this blogger's post, because Pete Rock has gone on record lambasting the 2003 Rapster/BBE rerelease, which paired almost all of the tracks from this album with Dedi's lost album. The shit was packaged as the Lost & Found: Underground Soul Classics, which would ultimately turn out to be a total dick move. Get this: Pete himself gave the label the original studio tracks while trying to work out a deal with them that would get InI & Dedi paid. In typical record label assholery, the shitheads did him totally wrong and dropped the entire collection without paying him. You can read Pete's full disclosure on the same post above. (Read the comments to that post for a surprise treat.)

Of course, there's a good reason to invest the time to listen to the intended version, because it comes with a signature of Pete's that's completely missing from the Rapster release: Pete's patented interludes that you know and love are sewn expertly throughout this version, making it abundantly clear that this really is the version him & InI wanted to release to the public in the mid-90s.

I must mention again that this album has been bootlegged to kingdom come because it's one with a richly disturbed history. Here's why everyone made such a fuss about it: (I know that by saying this that I've already spoiled my opinion. I don't care. I also don't care that I'm not including Pete Rock as a guest performer in the track credits because as far as I'm concerned, he's the unofficial sixth member. Hell, the bootleg cover above lists him alongside the others, so why can't I?)

INTRO
Accompanied by a sweet instrumental that Rob-O himself produced, (I cannot overstate how blown away I am by this revelation, courtesy of Grap Luva himself) Pete gives us... yet another boring rap album intro and yet another waste of some damn good music. I am very glad this was left off many bootlegs of this album.

THE LIFE I LIVE
We open up with some introspection and, as you'll notice pretty quickly, this trio got some damn introspection fo' yo' ass. Pete's haunting vocal sampling of Rotary Connection, merged with the short sax breaks in between sampled from John Klemmer, aids in the proceedings as Grap, Ras & Rob really immerse the listener into their respective lives while throwing in some bragging for good measure. Rob really stakes his dominance over this track, although the others aren't really that far behind. A soothing beat closes out the track leading into...

SQUARE ONE
I must be honest with you. The Billy Taylor piano sample, although slightly uptempo, really hits a sombre note as the beat went on. This is all, once again, another testament to the fact that Pete is a hip hop musical genius. And on that note, the three MCs really give you a fantastic lyrical lesson in perseverance while striving for your dreams, with Grap Luva's lyrics in particular standing out. Combine that with Pete providing a simple uttering of the title as the hook and we're good money, yo. The song closes out with an excerpt of Mekolicious' eponymous Pete Rock-produced track, one of many such bites spread throughout the album, which sounds as good as it should.

FAKIN' JAX
The one song that the public remembers from 20 years ago, and by God this song leaves its mark. You might notice that this version of Fakin' Jax leaves out Pete's little intro found on every other version of it. Speaking of Pete, I'm here to announce a watershed moment in his lyrical history: Pete has finally exorcised his lyrical demons! According to Grap Luva, (whom I still can't believe chose to share this info with me) Every verse you hear from Pete Rock on the album is his and his alone! Totally changes his verses' impact on me all these years later. Nevertheless, this is the Rob-O show all the way, because of the obvious fact that this is his most remembered 16. However, poor Ras and Grap were relegated to sharing 8 bars each. Yet somehow, the song still works, with Grap and Ras still managing to leave their mark. All set to Pete's gorgeous sampling of a Dorothy Ashby gem. Might I add that when people sample Mobb Deep, not many people think to sample poor Havoc so good on you for doing that, Pete. There's a reason a lot of people were coaxed into bootlegging this album, and Fakin' Jax may very well be it.

STEP UP
Now on the production front, the internet's confused whether it's Pete or Grap who handled this beat. I'm more inclined towards the Grap opinion because Pete himself states so in the closing friggin adlibs. Grap proves here with his prominent sampling of a splendid Jackie Mittoo record that he is just as meticulous as his older brother behind the boards, resulting in a soulful beat gracing our ears. He and his two cohorts catch wreck with him & Rob bookending the song with two verses each while Ras provides the cream filling with one hell of a 16. This shit banged in all the right ways.

KROSS ROADS
Your ears are treated with a magical romantic loop, courtesy of Rob-O yet again, that will be forever ruined by a song that is simply one of the most disjointed Pete Rock beats you'll ever hear, ruining a timeless Harold Melvin song by sampling it in the most obscene of loops. It's so bad that the magnificent Grant Green xylophone sample linking the loop still isn't enough to save it. Rob-O picks this opportune time to bless you with a tragic love story that will put you in a coma. It's that boring. As if to confirm this song's shitty stature, Pete performs a hook that just compounds the problem. This shit was trash in every sense of the word.

VOCAL SKIT
Pete graciously introduces you to the members of InI Method Man-style over some chill vibes of his own production. Well, not quite, as Mef has the charisma to do so without turning it into a snoozefest. Pete doesn't, however, so this is entirely skippable.

CENTER OF ATTENTION
One of my three favorite songs from this project in no particular order, and it's because of Pete's Monty Alexander loop. Add that to Pete's redemption of his Kross Roads fiasco with the best motherfucking hook he has ever performed. EVER. I'm dead serious. Yet again, the beat pushes our trio to lyrical splendor, with Rob-O in particular blacking his ass out. Seriously, the dude hits a stride that you'll rarely hear in MCs with releases as rare as this. Ras and Grap could only watch as their stellar contributions are absolutely decimated. This shit is as classic a hip hop song as you'll ever find. The interlude closing the song simply adds to its awesomeness.

MIND OVER MATTER
Follow that with a track that matches the previous one's heights, punch-for-punch. The keyboards Pete samples from Raw Soul Express mixed with a straight-up mean sampling of former partner-in-rhyme CL Smooth and Biz Markie respectively, provide the track with a rush of adrenaline that is somehow elevated with the trio's performances. And once again, Rob-O eclipses his partners' contributions, even though Grap Luva comes in at a very close second this time. I must note that some bars from Ras G's verse have him wearing his Rastafari beliefs on his sleeve, which might provide for some good imagery in your verse but the subject ultimately falls flat, with Emperor Haile Selassie, their revered figure himself, rejecting their beliefs in a public interview in 1967. That's all I have to say about the subject of Rastafarism itself. Back to Ras' verse, his punchline game is actually pretty good with him having admirable command of his pen. The second track in my trilogy of favorites on here. This song is placed at the end of the a-side, and is closed out in proper fashion with another Mekolicious excerpt.

GROWN MAN SPORT (FEATURING MEKOLICIOUS)
And yet another Mekolicious excerpt opens up the b-side, before Pete reveals a jumpy-as-all-fuck Fela Kuti loop*. Ras G sets you off with his best verse on the project. If you're not nodding your head like crazy by the end of his verse, go check your pulse for me. Grap follows up with a verses that cements his status as InI's workman, a function usually reserved for the leader in such groups. This group's leader, however, is Rob-O, who next gives you a performance that's good but not quite up to his standards. Probably because he was exhausted by his previous two showings. Mekolicious finally debuts on the album after all these hints he kept dropping in those excerpts of his. And I must say: the guy sounds a lot like Sheek Louch from D-Block. At least, he doesn't sound like he's forcing it to work. Marco Polo makes his lone lyrical contribution to the album... and it's in bloody French. I have no words. Overall, the song still manages to be pretty enjoyable, regardless.

THINK TWICE
Ras goes out for a Pepsi, chocolate milk, whatever he drank back in those days, so Rob and Grap replace him with the Soul Brother. I am yet to recover from the revelation that Pete's lyrics are %100 his. Allow me an observation that might seem as if it's from left field: Grap and Rob's voices are nigh indistinguishable. I used to struggle trying to find out who's who so much that I glossed over the actual lyrics themselves. That problem was thankfully rectified once I saw the Fakin' Jax video for the first time. Anyway, all three performances here are very battle-oriented, and Pete's work behind the boards accommodates the verses pretty well, with the magnificently-cut David Axelrod sample really pumping the MCs' energy up a few notches. This was awesome.

TO EACH HIS OWN (FEATURING Q-TIP & LARGE PROFESSOR)
The track with the all-star guest list, and I'm surprised Pete stuck to hook duties on this one. Because it's pretty clear that both Tip and LP came through as a favor mostly to him. OK, maybe Grap too but you get my point. The only no-show on this track is Ras whom I kind of miss here, because lyrically the guy can be pretty devastating when he's criticizing the industry. Maybe it's because of the fact that Rob went on a vastly different route than the remaining three MCs, talking about the dangers of unprotected sex, while the others stuck to bashing the industry. Might I add that Tip really didn't have a reason to do so. Yet. Once again, Pete's amazing ear for xylophone samples shows itself with an ingenious Cal Tjader loop. Top-notch stuff, really.

PROPS
After a throwback Petestrumental, you're treated to another solo Rob-O exhibition. And the beat sounds like something Pete made in the early stages of his career. This is clearly show by the myriad of samples he pulls from, ranging from The Howard Roberts Quartet to the Mohawks to James friggin' Brown. Rob furthers this realisation of mine with his rhymes, clearly written at a very early stage in his career. Because he hardly sounds as advanced as the Rob-O we're mostly treated to on the other tracks. This is still a dope song, but we've seen much better from both parties.

KEEP ON
The Monty Alexander sample here proves once again that Pete simply has a special connection with xylophones, because his best sampling work comes from artists proficient with these beauties. Our trio come with the ruckus, with their monotone reigning supreme and plowing through you with each successive verse. Ras' verse finds him relying on his beliefs yet again, clearly singling him out as the most devout Rasta of the group. His punchline game remains efficient, though. Pete once again performs hook duties, and he's more invested in these hooks than he's been ever since he broke up with CL Smooth. I miss that guy already. We're then treated to the final excerpt of the Mekolicious bites on the album. Shame, I was beginning to enjoy them.

WHAT YOU SAY
I don't care what anyone tells me, the magical David T. Walker sample makes this song. It practically strongarms our trio into blurting out quotable after unrelenting quotable. Also, I loved the PMD samples throughout, scratched Primo-style and giving the track its name. My favorite song from InI period and one of the very best Pete Rock productions you'll ever hear, no lie. This is yet another example of those songs that force you to relive a happier time in your life, even if you're not connected with the lyrics on display here in any nostalgic way whatsoever, and I've displayed countless such examples on this blog.

OUTRO
Pete goes into one of the lamest shoutout sessions I've heard in a very long time over a dope instrumental that's unworthy of association with such crappy displays. And the album ends with that. Groan.

FINAL THOUGHTS
I really wish there was some way I could officially support InI for this project. That BBE/Rapster release obviously doesn't count because all of that money goes to said cesspool. Why? Simple: This album is, by no small margin, one of the two best Pete Rock-helmed projects he has ever worked on. This album showcased a Pete Rock who was clearly continuing to sustain his production peak from The Main Ingredient, and the accomplishments he achieved on that album continued to show themselves here. Lyrically, InI deserve the platform they never had because of the group's label problems, because they really have a penchant for delivering some grown man rap. I mean that last phrase with every fiber of my being, despite my ideological issues with some of their messages. These guys really deliver a product that cannot be more needed in the current market, and it's a damn shame that Grap and Rob haven't yet found a way to release the proper album in a proper way that benefits the deserving parties properly.
WORTH IT? To all boom bap lovers out there, you owe it to yourself to give this shit at least one spin. This vid below is the full thing. Trust me, you will not regret it.

TRACKS TO TRACK DOWN:
NO MORE WORDS
Heavily sampling a single Cal Tjader classic, Pete Rock performs the hook like a trooper while leaving the rhyming to the main MC trio with Grap setting it off with some bragging bread and butter with a confidence that really elevates his lyrics. Most of Ras' verse has already been spit on Keep On but otherwise, good shit. Rob ends the track with a scorching verse that has him feeling his nuts to the fullest. Aside from Ras' contribution, this track should've made the album.

FAKIN' JAX (RUDE YOUTH REMIX) (FEATURING PETE ROCK & MEKOLICIOUS)
Now this Petestrumental is Pete simply showing off. He expertly welds together three samples from Baby Huey, Dorothy Ashby and Charles Wright and caps it off with not one, but two Havoc sample talking about fakin' said jax. And just as on the original, Pete sets you off, but this time, with a surprising downturn in quality, aside from the opening few lines. Trust me, you will notice when his lyrics take a turn for the shitty halfway through his verse. Shame that he couldn't continue his momentum, as I thought he was doing fine on the proper album. His younger brother is official, though, as he erases any memory of Pete's verse with a blistering eight bars. Rob-O follows up with almost the exact same verse he had on the original, and so does Ras G after him. Only Ras had eight bars then, which gave him the opportunity to expand his original contribution with an additional eight, fleshing out his verse properly to reveal a timeless contribution. Mekolicious ends the song with some impressive lyrics of his own, although you wouldn't know it after hearing his first two bars. So, my final verdict on whether this remix is a worthy followup or not is a resounding yes. And we're done.

*This Fela Kuti cat is one ballsy fucker. Hell, one of his releases has a cover with him naked with a legion of topless African women. Guess what the title is? I swear the following is word-for-word, with the spelling and cases intact as well: "The men in uniform alleged I swallowed some quantity of hemp. my shit was sent for lab test. result-negative. which brings us to... EXPENSIVE SHIT!" Poignant, isn't he?

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Pete Rock & CL Smooth - The Main Ingredient (November 8, 1994)

One year is a long-ass time. More accurately, it's been more than one year since people heard the duo of Phillips & Penn aka the PP's bka Pete Rock & CL Smooth on the song One In A Million off the Poetic Justice OST. People were absolutely salivating at the mouth to hear more out of the Mount Vernon duo. Not me, though. I didn't get exposed to our duo until the past decade, around the same time I heard most of the hip hop I love today.

Regardless though, these two really kept busy after their triumphant LP Mecca And The Soul Brother, (where their lead single T.R.O.Y. instantly became an anthem of grief still revered to this day) with guest appearances on Run-DMC's Down With The King (Pete producing three songs while rapping with Corey on the one that matters, the title track. Also the lead single.) as well as Da Youngsta's The Aftermath (Pete producing two songs while also rapping with Corey one the one that matters, Who's The Mic Wrecka?, which isn't even a single, even though it really should've been.) Add those to Pete's ever-growing list of production appearances on various then-high-profile artists' albums. To name a few: His own famous cousin Heavy D,  Doug E. Fresh, DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince, Nas, K-Solo, Redman, and the list goes on. Do you understand why a lot of people were waiting for this album now?

Which brings me to a different issue I currently have with these two's reception in the industry: Why is it that the benefits from the duo's discography seem exclusive to Pete Rock only? Don't get me wrong, the man deserves every bit of success he's got as a producer. However, there are literally no CL Smooth features anywhere relevant until friggin' 2004, unless it's a project somehow related to Pete Rock. It's as if he's forever linked with his producer. I can't believe it's because of lack of lyrical quality on Corey's end, for if anything, the man proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that he's one of the most complete MCs in history on MATSB. Maybe it's that Corey lacked some business sense back then. For whatever reason, it's a crying shame no one remembers him as much aside from T.R.O.Y., because he is for damn sure more than a one-hit wonder.

Anyways, Elektra somehow missed the effects MATSB had on the industry because, fuckheads that they are, they pushed for a sappy love rap PR & CL submitted as part of the drafted album sampler called I Got A Love to be the lead single for the new project. You know, because Lots Of Lovin' was a radio smash, right? Even though Pete was clearly pushing for another song, Take You There, to lead the album. After I Got A Love was released in September, it predictably flopped. Hard. Only in October did the fuckheads release Take You There as the second single, but by then it was too late.

Furthermore, the climate in which The Main Ingredient was released was vastly different to that of its predecessor's. This was the era where if you hailed from NY and you weren't from Death Row or Bad Boy or affiliated with either in some way, chances are radio will not give you a second glance. I mean, it's not like MATSB did Thriller numbers but it still somehow stuck with people till this day. You're here to find out if The Main Ingredient did the same.

Here we go:

IN THE HOUSE
After a short Deodato prelude where Biz Markie vocals are expertly cut, Pete breaks out an exquisite Cannonball Adderley Quintet loop where Corey gets busy with a first verse that reaffirms Ghostface Killah's similarity to his style. And by association, every acclaimed stream-of-consciousness rapper in the 2000s follows suit since they all bit from Ghost himself. Up next, it's Pete with yet another ghostwriter, Robert Odindo aka Rob-O from InI. Because Pete is forever cursed when it comes to lyrics and he knows this, so I can't blame him. In turn, he can't blame me for not crediting him with the lyrical skill his verse displayed so allow me to rephrase: Up next, it's Rob-O with a smoldering verse that really establishes his penchant for punchlines! No hard feelings eh, Pete? If it's any consolation, I really think Rob-O is the D.O.C. to your Dr. Dre so at least you chose well? Anyways, Corey bats cleanup with a verse that, while stylistically similar to his prior verse, differs from it in subject matter. Because this one is all about establishing him as a threat to those who take him lightly whereas the first showed his charms in parties and to the ladies. Might I add that the way Pete samples Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest sounds as if The Abstract's right there spitting the hook effortlessly with them. Here, I give this album an edge over the previous one in the choice for the opening track. The icing on the cake is the outro sampled from Roy Ayers. Awesome.

CARMEL CITY
Props to PR for discovering this Milt Jackson/Ray Brown Big Band sample, opening the door for other great artists to make classics like Large Professor's Ijuswannachill, Heltah Skeltah's Therapy and De La Soul's Dinninit. Furthermore near the end, Pete scratches the whistle sample as if it's the lost instrument in this masterful composition. Too bad CL here decided that this would be suitable for an insipid sex rap. The most infuriating aspect of his performance, however, is that his fantastic first verse tricks you into thinking the whole song will be a tour through the fictional titular city. I don't even mind him boasting about his sexual prowess during said verse, as long as it's not the main focus. Too bad he veers off into sex rap territory from the second verse onward. This song could've been so much more, but as it stands all you'll like is the beat and the first verse, which is disappointing.

I GET PHYSICAL
The minute you hear the great Big Daddy Kane's sampled voice, you immediately know what you're in for: A healthy dose of bragging. If done right, such doses can make for timeless experiences. In this case, the lyrics dished out by Corey here stand among the very best he's ever written. No lie. This shit ranks up there with all your favorite tracks devoted solely to the art of braggadocious MCing. Of course the George Benson loop supplied by Pete Rock has been mixed to utter perfection, so there's that. This will stick in your head for days.

SUN WON'T COME OUT
From one bragging classic to another as the quotables keep coming. This is one fine one-two combo, as CL wilds out on PR's amazing second sampling of Nautilus. Only problem I have with this song is Pete Rock's crappy hook. Damn, his listing of their hits grates on my senses. Adding insult to injury is the fact that the Harvey Scales sample that gave the song its title was sampled perfectly for the hook, so all Pete had to do was shut the fuck up. Oh well, our duo still deserves crazy props for this track.

I GOT A LOVE
And here's where the momentum comes to a screeching halt. Seriously, how can one listen to this and decide it's lead single material for a group like goddamn Pete Rock & CL Smooth?! This is one song that is an affront to each and every one of your senses. The beat is definitely half-assed, with its ludicrous Ambassadors sample and Corey dumbing his lyrics way too down for my tastes, even though his flow is still something impressive. I'm sorry but this song is inexcusable.

ESCAPE
Good thing I can count on Rob-O to get me back in the proper mood for some good hip hop, right? Because he has a definite chemistry that sends crystal clear signals of classic-music potential with the Petestrumentals he writes to. (See what I did there?) Speaking of which, the Petestrumental present here is absolutely breathtaking, with the Ramsey Lewis sample somehow flipped from its original uplifting tune to an ominously daring melody. Maybe it's the echoing Biz Markie sample in the background, as the dude's early material really had a grandiose feel about it. Or maybe it's that Pete's ear for bringing the unexpected out of a sample is frighteningly good, joining the rest of the legendary producers from that era in that particular aspect. For the outro, Pete freaks a mesmerizing beat once again out of the prior Milt Jackson/ Ray Brown Big Band sample.

THE MAIN INGREDIENT
In musical terms, this song's beat is the spiritual sequel to PR's previous work on If It Ain't Rough, It Ain't Right. Because he resumes his contention for the crown of 'Mad Scientist' that all producers aspire to achieve. Seriously, two seconds from Tyrone Washington? One second from George Duke, expertly paired with a friggin' chanting sample from Albino Gorilla? With a deft Les McCann switch-up thrown in for good measure? Add all that to an infectious combination of KRS-One, Big Daddy Kane and a two-second Tyrone Washington sax? I gotta catch my breath. Of course, he managed to make a battle-worthy beat out of all that, so CL really didn't have any choice but to fully commit to the bait. And he does so with a braggadocious contribution that very much matches the lofty-as-all-hell standards we've seen from him on that front. This man really is on a lyrical mission, one he's pretty much succeeded in so far. Too bad the ad-libs exceptionally grate on the nerves here. Once again, though, a magnificent outro by Pete that samples The Modern Jazz Quartet this time. Really killing it with these musical interludes

WORLDWIDE (FEATURING ROB-O)
Mr. Odindo is the breakout star of this album. For real, this dude's lyrics are featured on the album almost as much as Corey's. Eight verses in total! Pity that didn't really lead to something worthwhile for him. Nevertheless, He and Pete take turns reciting his lyrics, and Pete recites the dogpiss out of them. I do suppose that it's weird when someone performs your own lyrics better than you, but Pete's voice is more authoritative than Rob-O's own. In a way, I kind of prefer it like this. sort of keeps the illusion intact. The bat finds Pete once again working wonders with the xylophone samples, as expected. This song was awesome.

ALL THE PLACES
Opening with the final seconds of a James Brown classic? Timeless. This song is a hypnotic repeat of Sun Won't Come Out that utilizes a prominent Donald Byrd loop, only with PR heavily dialing down on the ad-libs, thank the Almighty. Trust me when I tell you that this is one of those beats that evoke a strong sense of nostalgia out of you, even if said sense doesn't necessarily correlate to the beat itself. Conversely, CL decides to dial up his imagery. Thereby forcing his stream-of-consciousness writing to display true feats of lyricism. Fourth smash in a row, so far.

TELL ME
Um, what the actual motherfuck?! Aside from his by-now customary outro which samples that Oliver Sain sample, any wizardry Pete is attempting with his sampling of Stan Getz is obliterated by him braying on Corey's already-lame-as-menses hook. I know he isn't literally braying but he might as well be, truthfully. Hell, the resulting beat is one steaming pile of sow-dung. What makes the whole package even more of an abomination is the fact that Corey contributes the dreadiest of all narratives. Seriously, for a love story with a happy ending, this is one depressing story. This shit should've stayed inside Pete & Corey's respective heads.

TAKE YOU THERE (FEATURING CRYSTAL JOHNSON)
The second single, and the one PR & CL were pushing for to be the lead. Built squarely upon the same Keni Burke sample source PR used in his monster posse cut The Basement on MATSB, Pete enlists the help of one Crystal Johnson to elevate the track's status to a club banger. Goddamn, I wish all club bangers sounded like this again. The result is an epic sweeping instrumental that screams for CL to go nuts over. And go nuts he did, with a majestic serving of BNB (boasts-n-bullshit) that wouldn't sound out of place to this day. The man has transformed into a quotable machine. 'I’m living through my son so daddy see it this way/I want him in the NFL, his brother in the NBA'? Contrasts beautifully with lines like 'I’m blowing up spots for knots in the millennium years/And now I drop it on my peers, brings tears and fears'. I mean, these smacktalking combos are the stuff of myth. When this was released as a single, Pete released a remix thereto that will blow your head clean off your shoulders. It’s that good.

SEARCHING (FEATURING VINIA MOJICA)
Again with the love songs! Our duo must've gotten some crazy ass for this album to go the way it did, with four useless friggin' love songs outta sixteen. And you can't tell me that Mr. Peter Phillips' giant aping of Roy Ayers doesn't sound like the cheesiest of all cheesy R&B songs back then with a straight face. And Mr. Corey Penn sure saved the sleaziest of all his sex raps for last didn't he? Vinia Mojica would go on to do bigger and better things with her crooning. I've never wanted to call these two the PP's more than after listening to this garbage.

CHECK IT OUT
This song is going to have to be a blast if it's going to pull me out of the mood I'm currently in. Thankfully, it's just that. The Soul Brother earns his keep by looping a Young-Holt Unlimited sample at just the right measure. And the Mecca Don responds by turning in yet another flawless bragging display, albeit one that's splashed here and there with some vivid introspection and imagery, and you know how good he is at doing that.

IN THE FLESH (FEATURING ROB-O & DEDI)
This is supposed to be the sequel to The Basement, but unfortunately Grap and the Hevster are noticeable in their absence. Nevertheless, the remaining crew pull through after an above-average snippet by Dedi. The Modern Jazz Quartet-sampling beat on that intro would later serve as the backdrop of Sadat X' Escape From New York, also featuring Dedi. Here though, The George Benson loop, when finally unveiled, forces you to focus on the MCs' lyrics. Also, the addition of various Steve Miller samples further adds to the building crescendo of each verse, marked by Pete's melodic scratching of a sampled Big Daddy Kane uttering the track's title. This wouldn't count for squat, of course, if the rappers didn't deliver. Thankfully, they did, and in spades. Corey was his by-now standard arbitrary self in his bragging, with Rob-O following suit spectacularly.  Dedi did as good as one would expect of him, yet he kind of foreshadowed some pretty low lyrical moments for him here. As for Pete? Well, if Rob did well, you know Pete followed in similar fashion. Because, you know, Rob wrote his lines, see. (Fuck you if this whole ghostwriting schtick pissed you off)

IT'S ON YOU (OUTRO BY GRAP LUVA)
I'm not sure if you noticed, but there seems to be a void in the introspection side of this album so far, right? I mean, MATSB had so many reflection on the various issues facing black men. Well, imagine if all these songs were balled up and rolled into one. Impossible, you say? I give you this track: A mafioso tale encompassing the dark & soulless existence of winning in the criminal life. No tragic death found here, he wins. But the thing is, maybe the fact that he continues to live this miserable life is the real tragedy highlighted here. At least, that's what CL relayed with his best lyrical performance bar none in my humble opinion. A wicked combination of an Ahmad Jamal loop, a California Dreamers vocal sample and four Erick Sermon bars from his glory days with the immortal EPMD were all PR needed to surround CL's harrowing tale with the tunes it deserves. The icing on the was when PR looped Ahmad Jamal again on the outro for a small sampler from his younger brother Grap Luva, who does the best anyone can do with 30 seconds mic time. Why didn't you include him on In The Flesh? Why?

GET ON THE MIC
The title, given by a Biz Markie sample, can only mean that this track will be a battle track. Sure enough, Corey brings his brand of imagery, punchlines and brags to close out a brilliant partnership that has lasted for at least five years, while Pete gives him the bloodpumping backdrop that fits the occasion with a smartly-cut Jeanne & The Darlings loop. I would've closed out the album with the previous track myself and bumped this track up a few tracks. But that's me.

FINAL THOUGHTS
By the time you finish The Main Ingredient, it feels kind of bittersweet. Even though this really isn't the final time these two work together. I can't really put my finger on it, but maybe it's the fact that they dissolved this partnership that has produced many a classic. And yes, even a few on this album. Pete makes sure of that with his production that proves, if nothing, that his ear only got better with time, which allowed him to musically make The Main Ingredient one of my two favorite albums of his production career. On the lyrical front, it strikes me that CL is out to prove that he is an MC's MC on this album. Too bad, critics and fans alike didn't really give him a chance, with them too attached to his excellent choices in subject matter on the previous album. Here, he zeroed in on proving that he could lyrically do things no one else can do, no matter how hard they tried. And to that effect he succeeded gloriously. I mean, his flow still remains on of the most headnodding flows in hip hop history, and he was able to juggle that with lyrical dexterity. Sure as hell looks like a success to me. Best way to sum the lyrical content of this album in comparison to the previous one is that it's the Ironman to MATSB's Purple Tape. The Goodfellas to their Runaway Slave.

WORTH IT? You owe it to yourself to acquire this album. Everyone who has a vague interest in boom bap knows what Pete Rock could do with an SP1200 back then, and the vast majority of this album is no exception. And if by chance you claim to be a fan of these two yet you dislike the album? I'm willing to bet that you never really understood what CL Smooth was about as an MC, because he was so much more than a preacher on that mic.

TRACKS TO TRACK DOWN:
WHAT'S NEXT ON THE MENU
Off the Who's The Man? OST in 1993. The reason I added this song here rather than on the MATSB review is that I believe that the song could've fit right at home on this album, with PR's adrenaline rush of a mashup between Nautilus and Kool & The Gang. And the sax samples throughout add that extra bit of magic that make this beat absolutely timeless. CL answers his producer's challenge by displaying two verses that echo the various bragging vibes found on The Main Ingredient, except this time he chooses to amaze you with an all-new aspect of his performance: Breath control. This shit hails from the same school as the many wondrous contributions of the G Raps, the Treaches, the Big Puns of hip hop have given over the years. Oh, and this might very well be the only time that CL ever ghostwrote for Pete. To his credit, PR has always been pretty good at delivering lyrics on the mic if they’re written competently enough, and here they’re so good that Pete sounds like CL’s twin, the highest of compliments. A must-hear.

WE SPECIALIZE (FEATURING KENNY AUSTIN OF THE YG'Z)
Back with the xylophone samples is Pete Rock to take your breath away once again on this b-side to Searching. Yes, that piece of ear rape really came out as a single. Ugh. CL Smooth really did all the heavylifting on the lyrics here, since all Kenneth here contributed was a measly 10 bars. Granted his flow was impressive, only because it aped that of CL himself. Speaking of which, the man continues to amaze with his confidence shining through his choices in referencing, imagery and punchlines. Add that with Pete's smart scratches of KRS-One, the late great ODB and my favorite cut, PMD, and you've got yourself a hidden classic, my friend. And we're done.

For more of the one who isn't CL Smooth, here.

Pete Rock & CL Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother (June 9, 1992)

Check out that flat cap. Stylin', yo.

So in 1991, the dynamic duo of Peter Phillips and Corey Penn, bka Pete Rock & CL Smooth, released an EP that firmly established these two as a force that's capable of doing BIG things in this game of hip hop. Aided by the Grand Puba-written The Creator, All Souled Out did good enough numbers to warrant a full-LP budget from the fuckheads at Elektra. Of course, this was back when sampling was treated properly. You know, before guys like Comby ruined this particular art form for mainstream rap forever.

Yes, sampling was once a very recognized factor in the making of hip hop music. This particular approach was vastly popularized by great and incomparable legends like DJ Premier, Large Professor, Q-Tip and Pete Rock himself. Because I'm reviewing his album, I'm going to stick with his output for now.

Speaking of which, the critical acclaim that All Souled Out gathered entailed some important call-ins for our duo, with most of them usually asking for Pete. Which is a damn shame really, as Corey has proven on the EP that he is nothing if not a phenomenal MC. The first of those features was a big-time showing on the late great Heavy D's album Peaceful Journey, where Pete produced two songs for Hev, who is incidentally Pete's first cousin. The most important of those two was the single Don't Curse, a who's who of hip hop heavyweights of that era which included the following: Hev on two verses (because it's his album, see), Puba (CL's cousin), Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, A Tribe Called Quest's Q-Tip and thankfully CL Smooth himself. Oh, and Pete rhymes as well. His own rhymes this time, and it showed. Painfully. Those who were expecting the blazing display on The Creator were in for a horrible awakening. Nevertheless, the song did its job of elevating Pete as a producer worth his weight in gold, because he was commissioned to do a shit ton of remixes right after that. And that's when Public Enemy came knocking. Remember, this was when Public Enemy were the absolute hottest act in rap, so this was big.  The resulting remix of Shut Em Down is nothing short of timeless, even with Pete Rock's cornball-ass rhymes threatening to ruin the show once again. I heard that there was a version without Pete's rhymes on there, so if you happen to find it hold on to it for dear life. Anyways, great remix. Probably his best ever, although I must mention his fine work on Das EFX' Real Hip Hop remix in there, as well. Funny thing is, Pete also did a remix to Nighttrain, yet another PE track, and that remix featured CL on them rhymes. Once again, the issue I have with Pete somehow pushing himself as a bigger lyrical presence than Corey on the hit singles rears its ugly head, but I've gone about that long enough in the last review.

Believe me, Pete's remixes warrant an entire discography devoted exclusively to them. On the production front, though, PR followed that up with some sweet production on ATCQ's Jazz (We've Got) and Main Source's Vamos A Rapiar. Well, in the second case, he simply found the sample whereas Large Professor was the one who worked on the entire beat, yet Pete still got co-credit. Unlike what happened on Jazz (We've Got), where Pete did the whole beat, then Q-Tip re-did the beat exactly the way Pete made it, and all Pete got was a shoutout. Well, PR says he's over it now, and judging by the fact that he worked on Illmatic with Tip later on, I'd say there's a fair share of truth to that.

Frustrating thing is, I wish I could say the same about CL Smooth's solo moves. I will say, however, that CL has always showed his lyrical progress when partnered alongside his DJ and the album I'm reviewing today might not be any different in that particular aspect.

Of course, no mention of Mecca And The Soul Brother the album is complete without mentioning its lead single They Reminisce Over You, widely considered as the absolute peak of both PR & CL's respective careers. Now of course, they released another single before the proper album called Straighten It Out which was pretty dope, but T.R.O.Y. is the single that people still talk about. Story time: I've established that our duo were very tight with the late great Heavy D and his group the Boyz. Well, apparently the glue that kept all of these guys together was one Troy Dixon, backup dancer and best friend to Heavy D and his Boyz, so naturally he was very close to Pete Rock as well. How he met CL Smooth is the stuff of Mount Vernon myth: Apparently, CL and him got into a legendary street fight that ended with them becoming steadfast friends. Unfortunately in late 1990, Troy (nicknamed Trouble T-Roy) fell to his immediate death in an accident caused by honest-to-God innocent fun. He stumbled off a ledge that just so happened to be at a considerably dangerous height. Now, because he lost his life in a pure accident, this somehow hit his family and friends even harder. Which is understandable because there's nobody to focus the negative emotions you feel on. Especially when someone that young dies from something that unexpected. This single was the result of that.

T.R.O.Y. was an immediate smash that tore through the hip hop world, especially with its unparalleled ability to aid a grieving human soul. It has now become so big that many hip hop historians have listed it as the absolute greatest song in hip hop history. While I completely understand their passion for it, I am steadfast in my stance AGAINST ranking art in any way, shape or form. You can mention your preferences, but generalizing is a definite no-no in my book. But you still understand the magnitude of this song now, so you better get ready for this album I'm about to hit you with.

Pete Rock & CL Smooth's sophomore, boy/girl. (Pick one)

RETURN OF THE MECCA
Remember my remark about Mecca in the previous review? I told you I'll get back to it.

First of all, I have to ask: Why is it that a sizable portion of good hip hop songs just have to come with putrid intros?! Second and most importantly, I have only the following to say about this intro: Please learn Arabic. And after you do, please read their history books. You will eventually find that most of what is being preached here to be inspired by the teachings of Louis Farrakhan's NOI and Clarence Smith's 5% Nation and to be absolute psychobabble. Normally, I am above badmouthing another person's belief but this intro, along with that godawful Wu-Revelation track on Wu-Tang Forever, attempts to directly dishonor the beliefs of over 1.5 billion human beings on the planet. It doesn't even matter if it's doing so willingly or not, that is something I cannot ignore.

Once again, thank God for iTunes, because I haven't listened to that intro ever since I figured out how to skip to the 39th second, which is the duration of this blasphemy.

As for the song itself? I don't mind it one bit. CL's always branded himself the Mecca Don, which can mean the Mecca in Ohio. Or Texas. Or Tennessee. Or Missouri. Or Indiana. Or Florida. Or California. I simply don't give a shit. As long as it doesn't contain any reference to Wallace Fard's teachings. So of course, this was a dazzling punchline display by CL, befitting of the famed b-side that gave this album its name. One thing I forgot to mention about Corey here, and this is for all you lyrical heads out there, is that his rhyming choices forerun a certain Ghostface Killah, critically acclaimed for his unique blend of imagery and punchlines. Well, pay close enough attention to CL's rhymes, and sure enough you'll notice that he follows a very similar lyrical pattern, even though they sound and flow nothing like each other: See, CL also utilizes a unique blend of imagery and punchlines all his own, and he's been doing so ever since All Souled Out. It is for that reason that I absolutely refuse to listen to anyone front on him in general as an MC. As for PR? You needn't doubt him bringing the goods behind them boards, because he did so something proper. His Mountain loop is a thing of sonic beauty, with dashes of Three Degrees and Tom Scott sprinkled throughout. Remember the name Tom Scott. Just saying.

FOR PETE'S SAKE

A mere two tracks in and this album's already hitting a brilliant stride. All it took from Pete was a Freddie McCoy xylophone loop interwoven with bits of Kool & The Gang, Sly & The Family Stone and Tyrone Washington. If your head doesn't nod for even a slight second from the resulting beat, you need your heart checked. Corey obviously takes the music to heart and starts spitting for his life before long, with one of the man's most quotable verses ever. Of course, Grand Puba answers his cousin's challenge perfectly, penning an equally quotable sixteen. Corey comes back to close out the song with a verse that establishes his superiority over his cousin on Pete's beat. What the hell am I doing mentioning Grand Puba when he's nowhere to be heard on this song, you ask? Well, I'm going to keep doing this every time Pete spits a verse completely written by someone else, in this case Grand Puba. Just to show you how jarring this practice is to me and to simply open your eyes. You're welcome.

GHETTOS OF THE MIND
And somehow, PR finds yet another killer loop in the same Mountain song sampled on Return Of The Mecca. This time though, he couples it with touches of Maceo just enough to give it a different flavor, and the gamble works magnificently. CL, however, didn't get the memo. I say this because the man turns in one hell of a thesis regarding ghetto life and its many pitfalls while highlighting a major cause: the song's title. I wish I could say this was a perfect marriage of beat and rhymes, though. This song suffers because of the decision to match such a beat with these lyrics, as they clearly deserve something more worthy. That decision falls squarely on Mr. Chocolate Boy Wonder's shoulders, so he's the reason the song isn't as awesome as it could've been.

LOTS OF LOVIN'
Didn't take long to venture into this sappy bullshit, did it? Literally, everything about this crap screams 'corporate cash-in'. From Pete's various Ohio Players samples to Corey's slippery rhymes, this was a definite misfire. I get the allure of a guy with Corey's voice pitch spitting love raps to women left and right, but I ain't feeling. You knew this was coming, mind you.

ACT LIKE YOU KNOW
Yet another Pete Rock/Large Professor collaboration. This time it's the other way around, where LP found one of the samples, the Woody Shaw one I presume, and PR flipped it into a banging beat and gave LP the co-producer credit. But not before adding some Eddie Senay guitars and Grant Green organs in the mix. As for CL, you'll rarely find a better trace of Ghostface's lyrical lineage to him than this song here. You tell me just how similar are the following lines: CL's "I stand by the rabbi, sail in Shanghai/Always had an alibi even if I lie" to Ghost's "I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine the Great, Henry the 8th/Build with Genghis Khan, the red suede Wally Don". Uncanny, right? Regardless of what you thought, this was pretty friggin' awesome.

STRAIGHTEN IT OUT
The second single. One that easily tends to get brushed aside when compared to the monster preceding it, T.R.O.Y.  It must be noted that this track's is almost of equal importance, since both the lyrics and the beat tackle the forever-relevant issue of music piracy. Now, let's be honest: I'm sure each and every person who fell in love with 90s boom bap during at least the past seven years has sampled an album or two off the internet. Way the cookie crumbles, really. Well, back in the actual 90s it was called bootlegging, our subject for this song. PR goes in with the Simtec & Wylie sample (actually called Bootleggin') bookending a majestic mashup of Ernie Hines and Kool & The Gang. CL answers his partner's challenge with three distinct verses, each one aimed at a specific threat to their musical fortunes: First is a dart aimed at bootleggers that still features some punchline flexing. Second is a shot fired at the musicians sampled, and how greedy they were getting in charging for their samples. As we all know, they got too fucking greedy. The third verse is the most overlooked but probably the most deserving of attention, for it schools the aspiring musician on formatting a solid business plan and not fuck it up for the rest. That and some more punchlines mixed with out of left field imagery. If I were to look at theses songs as a duel between MC and DJ, which seems to be the way everyone else looks at them, CL would definitely take this one.

SOUL BROTHER #1
Oh look, Grand Puba's back to give us yet another solo number, after his hit The Creator created a fairly big splash on the previous EP. Understandably, this might aggravate a reader of this blog that might misunderstand this as false advertising but hey, who's keeping track, right? So Pete constructs a monolithic beat for Puba's lyrics that welds together a trio of samples from Eugene McDaniels, Ohio Players and 9th Creation respectively, fleshing the result out with a sublime JBs sample chopped up and flipped to aid in the beat's progress. Puba keeps matters within the punchline realm, where his work remains revered to this day. So yeah, Pete hit the jackpot with this one.

WIG OUT
We now come to one of my favorite beats on the entire project, and the one I admittedly revisit the most. And it's all because of that Johnny Lytle xylophone sample, punctured by a sweet Eddie Harris sax note. You know, I'm slowly coming to the realization that Pete's signature sound being horns was a very rushed judgment of the man's ear for music, as he's proven with this track and For Pete's Sake that his ear for xylophones is even better. Props to him sampling Puba lines from The Creator. Corey, on the other hand, keeps true to the song's title and simply wigs out. This time, he chooses to add a ton of references to his already-successful blend of imagery and punchlines, thereby further establishing just how much people are sleeping on dude. True story: I almost crashed my car while listening to this song because I was enjoying it a bit too much.

ANGER IN THE NATION
After a short Les McCann sample, PR makes sure he doesn't repeat his mistake on Ghettos Of The Mind by giving CL the most suitable backdrop possible for his most focused lyrics ever. Never mind the 5% references in the first verse, he makes sure to highlight a set of the most glaring problems facing African Americans. And you can't help but admire how he still paid attention to flow throughout the track. Unfortunately, even though these two made this song as a commentary to the 1992 LA riots, the issues presented here are even more relevant today. This song is essential hip hop, folk.

THEY REMINISCE OVER YOU (T.R.O.Y.)
What a way to follow up the social commentary! The first single, boy/girl, (pick one) and you bet your doughy, smelly ass it still lives up to every bit of acclaim it accumulated throughout the years. Remember Tom Scott? The name from the first song review? Yeah, well this dude made a record, also sampled in the first song, and this record fell into Large Professor's hands, who gave it to Pete. That's right, fellow lonely soul: Pete didn't discover the sample. LP did. Although in the end, he did cut up the sample in various ways and make this beat from top to bottom similarly to both situations on Vamos A Rapiar and Act Like You Know, respectively. So, I must wonder: Why didn't you give LP the co-producer credit this time, o' Chocolate Boy Wonder?! (Pun very much intended) I've already talked about the inspiration behind the song's title, but I've yet to discuss the lyrical content itself besides highlighting its ability to aid a grieving human soul. This is one of the greatest mourning songs in hip hop, scratch that, in musical history. And according to Pete, the sheer emotion Corey and him went through when they lost Troy drove them to grieve in their own way separately. Only when Corey heard what Pete was working on was he inspired to spit the timeless rhymes you hear today on this particular beat. Of course, Pete was blown away with the three verses dedicated to Corey's mom, stepdad & Troy himself respectively, thereby establishing Corey as an authority in introspective MCing. So Pete went back to the beat and flipped the Tom Scott sample a few extra times to achieve the best result possible. This timeless piece of music is what we got, so if by any chance you're reading this review and you still haven't stopped, looked for the song on YouTube and listened to it, do so now. You're welcome.

ON AND ON
Damn, CL's killing it with the reflection! His first verse is a semi-biography that still makes you nod your head with his amazing attention to flow despite all the lyrical wizardry he's displaying. The second verse is basically a lyrical anti-establishment exercise, one that works fairly well I might add. The third verse is straight up MCing, pure and simple. And you know for damn sure by now how good CL can be at that. Props to the line: "But the past can never choose my future correctly/I found a greater source directly." On the musical front, we have PR answering his partner with one of the most complex beats on the entire album, one that constructs the main loop out of three samples: Lee Michaels, Kool & The Gang and mostly Jimmy McGriff. And the end result is pretty dope, if a bit underwhelming given all the ingredients. Still a damn good song.

IT'S LIKE THAT
A prominent Elephant's Memory sample assaults your senses (I honestly mean that as a compliment) after Pete's opening ad-lib (trust me, I'll get to those) which lets you know it's lyrical dominance exhibition time. Corey answers the invitation spectacularly, might I add, in what is ultimately a perfect marriage between beat and rhymes this time. Excellent track. Next!

CAN'T FRONT ON ME
Another braggadocious display by CL that almost totally eclipses his performance on the preceding song. I say 'almost' because his Arabic reference was simply ill-attempted: He was basically saying "Thank You" and "You're Welcome" to himself. That just sounds weird. Nevertheless, his performance on the rest of the track was truly stellar. PR also displays his patented wizardry behind the boards with him combining Dave Wintour with a sample from the same Tyrone Washington song he's used on For Pete's Sake. All in all? A great song.

THE BASEMENT (FEATURING INI, HEAVY D & DEDI)
The crew's first venture into posse cut territory, and by all accounts their biggest one yet. Pete sets the backdrop with the timeless Sister Nancy sample popularized by Large Professor on Just Hangin' Out, merged with a famed Keni Burke sample and surrounded by Lee Michaels and that Season Of The Witch note. The result is, and I know I've used this word many times but it's the only one that fits this beat, monolithic. You feel like you're in a city-large palace of hip hop, where the MCs present proceed to bring the palace down with their respective performances. Props to DJ Premier for making Heavy D's hit "Here Comes The Heavster" from one bar out of this song. Something to note, though: Seems to me that Pete finally got his lyrical act together. Hooray! A triumph on more than one front!

IF IT AIN'T ROUGH, IT AIN'T RIGHT
CL's back for dolo this time, and he's in the unenviable position of following up the mammoth song prior. He fails of course, but the important thing here is the effort, right? Well, his effort was a punchline clinic. Truly well played, good sir. PR goes absolutely crazy on his sample selection here, truly contending for the title 'Mad Scientist' that various producers seem to call themselves. He builds a smorgasbord of samples over the main Skull Snaps one, including bits of James Brown, Nautilus, Talking Heads, Parliament and Stetsasonic. About damn time I mentioned these dudes on this blog! Nevertheless, this song did the best it could, which is pretty damn good in the end.

SKINZ (FEATURING GRAND PUBA)
I fucking hate this song. No ways about it. The beat pisses me off, with that loud sax sample serving as the main loop seeming as if it's doing its damnedest to piss you off as much as you can. And you know damn well what I feel about the lyrics. it's just something about sex raps and their frequency that screams insecurity. But the thing that pissed me off the most about this song was a discovery I made long after I burned this song into my brain. I used to listen to everything back then. Story time: Remember how happy I was with Pete's lyrical contribution on The Basement? I was totally convinced that his lyrical days of woe were behind him. How could I not be? You heard his lyrics. That is, until one of my boys smugly showed me a reference on Discogs that one of the writers on this song here was one Robert Odindo. Who the fuck is Robert Odindo, you ask? He's none other than Rob-fucking-O from In-fucking-I, and he spit a magnificent contribution on The Basement right after Pete's supposed lyrics. Sure enough, I carefully studied their respective verses and Pete's bars damn sure sound like Rob's. Now do you feel the disappointment setting in? This is what happens when you realize that some of your favorite lyrics that make you love a certain rapper's work weren't written by him. Fuck this song. Fuck Pete's decision to end the album with it. And fuck Pete's decision to not admit that he's absolute shit on the mic. (Any problems you might have with me, Pete, remember that I love your production. Which where you get your bread from, anyways. If you want to add something I don't know, sound off in the comments section below. It's there for a reason.)

FINAL THOUGHTS
Two songs and a stupid-ass intro aside, Mecca And The Soul Brother realizes every bit of potential All Souled Out hinted at. This was a very focused LP from two very focused individuals: CL Smooth was a revelation of an MC on the EP, but here he delivers consistently breathtaking performances song after song. Whether it's his enviable ability to merge flow with substance and skill, or it's his confidence shining through conscious as well as boastful songs. Pete Rock, on the other hand, really elevates the legacy of his production that he built through his remixes here with his endlessly-talented ear for new music. On a different note: I flatly refuse to acknowledge the lyrics he didn't write as some lyrical accomplishment on his part. And yes, that unfortunately includes his contribution to The Basement. Furthermore, I must address the most irritating thing about him: His fucking ad-libs on every goddamn song. They seem to get more and more annoying with each passing track. For some people, this is an experience-ruining flaw. For others (myself included), I eventually tuned them out and focused on the quality music present on this here album. This was a definite win for all parties involved.

WORTH IT? I'm sorry, but we can no longer be friends if you don't get this album, study it and repeat the experience over and over and over again. Go listen to your Desiigners.

TRACKS TO TRACK DOWN:
IT'S NOT A GAME
This one's a b-side of the 1993 Lots Of Lovin' single. Ugh, I hate that song. This one, on the other hand, features a single solitary second of a Compost guitar number looped to infinity, surrounded by vocal samples from Willie Henderson. Yet somehow, PR makes it work. CL decides that this should be an exercise in bragging, even though the first verse is one of the more filthier sex raps he spit in his career. The hook, though, is either so bad you'll enjoy it, or so bad you'll turn the shit off. I happen to fall in the category of 'so bad I friggin' loved it'. This was pretty entertaining.

DEATH BECOMES YOU (FEATURING THE YG'Z)
This contribution to the Menace II Society soundtrack was originally intended as a parody of all the violent rap songs that began emerging in the early 90’s. In time, it was looked at as one, too, and it's not really hard to see why. Corey manages to fit all the curses, violent threats and thuggery he would ever need had he become a gangster-rapper (a fucking ludicrous branding if you ask me) in three venom-filled verses. Thing is, he's so good here that for a brief moment, you actually believe he's been one all his life. Of course, the only possible guests for such a song were the YG'z, the duo of Kenny Austin and Tommy Guest: Two rappers from Mount Vernon who ran with Pete & Corey during their come-up days, and while they're nothing special on that mic, they get the job done. Unlike the last rapper here, Pete himself, who manages yet again to utterly embarrass himself. I'm fed up with this guy's lyrics, to be honest, to the point I'm even doubting that the one good bar in his verse, 'I'm Menace like Dennis so don't try to play me close', isn't even his. You want proof? The following bar doesn't even rhyme with this one! All in all, I'm still happy. Because the three average-to-wack rappers on here always come after a scathing verse from Corey that softens the blow. So, this is still worth your time and investment.

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