Das EFX - Hold It Down (September 26, 1995)

A quick refresher:

The year, 1991. EPMD are basking the success of their third LP, Business as Usual. Passing through Virginia State University, Erick Sermon and Parish Smith judged a small local rap competition, helping two dreads that called themselves Drazy and Skoob Effects (or Das EFX if you're over 70) acquire a deal with EastWest Records.  They were later added to the burgeoning collective the Hit Squad, which consisted of Redman, K-Solo and EPMD themselves. The duo's first shot at rap stardom, Dead Serious, became a sleeper hit in 1992 and sold over one million copies in the US alone.

 EPMD broke up later that year, and each member took his share of artists with him. Parish, who ended up with Das EFX, would attempt a second home run by executive producing their vastly-improved second LP, 1993’s Straight Up Sewaside, but the two snots decided on a fucking stupid business move by turning away from their "sewage" style (the iggedy gimmick, for the uninformed) causing radio stations across the country to immediately lose any interest whatsoever in the Das EFX brand.  The duo would never receive an RIAA certification ever again.

Fast forward to 1995. Drazy and Skoob realized that the only way they could continue to thrive in hip hop was outside of the mainstream, so they set out to create the best underground rap album they could, entitled Hold It Down. With PMD once again on board as executive producer, Das EFX recruited a who's-who list of underground producers to helm the album's beats alongside their usual collaborators Solid Scheme. The list includes big names such as Easy Mo Bee, DJ Premier, Pete Rock, and Showbiz, among others. In the rapping department, Hold It Down became the very first Das EFX album that featured guest appearances, including one big name from outside the immediate family. 

OK, let's put our rubber gloves on and wade through this shit. (Think Ellie Sattler.) Hold It Down, boy/girl (pick one):

INTRO (ONCE AGAIN)

Once again, indeed! Skip!

NO DIGGEDY

The title that Blackstreet ripped off to popularise the very term. The first beat on the album that graces our ears is DJ Premier's first of two contributions. And let me tell you, this is 1995 Preem, so he wasn't fucking around: a fucking masterpiece of a beat surrounds our hosts, and when they start rhyming, you'll notice the “-iggedy” has returned. Whoop-de-fucking-doo. Took both of you shits long enough to cave in to criticism? You're not even doing it the same way: they both sound like they're using the gimmick for the fuck of it, which is just lazy writing. There is a noticeable step down in delivery from our hosts: Not as manic as on the first album nor as precise as on the second, but a deformed hybrid of both. The rhymes here are good enough, I suppose. Preem’s beat carries the proceedings along as well, leading to them sounding that much more comfortable.

KNOCKIN' N****Z OFF

Next up on the 1's and 2's, Easy Mo Bee! I've always respected this guy for his molding of Biggie's lone classic album Ready To Die. Here, he crafts a home run. Skoob takes charge on this song and delivers his trademark punchlines effectively, but Drazy is a fucking lost cause on this track, with only the BDP line as his sole interesting reference as he simply plays hype-man to his partner. Another step in the right direction.

HERE WE GO

Solid Scheme's turn. I gotta say, I'm loving the diversity of the beats so far. The duo provide our hosts with familiar ground, and Drazy and Skoob immediately sound noticeably more comfortable than the previous tracks, even though both beats thereon were both slightly superior to this one. I'm happy to report that Drazy is now sober. He and his partner revert back to their second album flows, coming up with much more clever punchlines. Thumbs up for this one as well.

REAL HIP-HOP

DJ Premier's back, and his second contribution is the lead single. I take back what I said in the "No Diggedy" track description about him not fucking around: Unfortunately, this is a Preem 101 beat. The kind of lazy shit he sometimes exhibits, present day. The lyrics, however continue to improve. Well, Books' anyway as Drazy started drinking again as of this point. It's as if Books is learning how to rhyme again step by step, after the coma that the commercial failure of their second album put both of them through.

HERE IT IS

I don't know who this Kevin Geeda is, but fuck me if he didn't produce a chest caver of a beat. This is exactly the type of beat that I miss hearing in today's music. (With a few exceptions, such as 2013's fucking awesome Trillmatic by the A$AP Mob, of all people.) I'm not exaggerating when I say that this instrumental trumps every one that came before it, and the producers coming up ahead definitely have their shit cut out for them. It seems our hosts recognize this as well, as they sound as refreshed as ever, especially Books. Son goes the fuck in! Drazy was thankfully alert as well, which was awful nice of him. This shit is addictively good!

MICROPHONE MASTER

I really hated Drazy's contributions here at first. Now, I can fairly see that I have given him the wrong end, as Drazy indeed pulls out another serviceable performance from his ass. Maybe it's because he heard himself sampled on the hook in an infinitely better song on which he brought the ruckus. As usual though, Books is taking it very seriously as he turns in another fine performance. The beat is Easy Mo Bee's second, and it's actually fairly soothing. I obviously intend that as a compliment, people. Thank you, Mo Bee, for waking Drazy up again. That was a stand-up thing to do, bruh.

40 & A BLUNT

Easy Mo Bee really pulls a rabbit outta the hat here.  This is a minimalist beat that’ll surely creep its way onto your list of favorite Easy Mo Bee productions. Seriously, it feels like you’re in the middle of a tunnel and you’re gazing at the sunlight beaming in from the exit. Interesting that Books throws a K-Solo mention your way, while Drazy pulls off a lounging mood successfully. A dope Rakim vocal cut, as well. I will say, though, that the Grand Puba sample left him sounding even more annoying than I've ever heard him. Overall though, I had a lot of fun with this.

BUCK-BUCK

The obligatory Das EFX self-production. This sounds less like a song and more like a freestyle. The hook is an abomination, and the lyrics are some of the fucking weakest I've ever heard from these guys. Wait, scratch that: this is literally their worst performance up to this point. I have nothing more to say about this shit. 

INTRO

Are you fucking kidding me?!

CAN'T HAVE NUTTIN'

Um. OK.  After a worthless skit & a song that's absolute hippo piss, we get another unknown by the name of Soul G. producing a haunting beat that is very sorely needed at this point in the album. For their part, Das EFX must have felt they dealt their listeners somewhat of a bad hand, as they turn in their best performance on the album so far. As you know, I loves me a good storytime rap, and here they execute a perfect autobiography on wax. After hearing this, the first thought that came to mind was that Books In Reverse really stepped his storytelling game up. Drazy still outshines him as he's always been the better storyteller, but this time it's much more of a contest. A much-needed step back in the right direction.

ALRIGHT

Easy Mo Bee returns to us with his worst effort on the album, although still fairly good. However, the rhymes echo those on his previous beat: Drazy's awake? Check, since Books can only do so much by his damn self. I loved Skoob's Lou Duva reference, since nowadays people never show enough respect to the legends. Overall, this shit does the job.

HOLD IT DOWN

The final Easy Mo Bee track on the album is a proper sendoff, as he turns in a booming beat that would rock any stadium in this world or the other one. That is, providing Das EFX can generate that much interest. Along with his first & third contributions on the album, this seriously ranks among the man's best work ever.  And I've heard "The Points"!  Lyrically, the hook is grating on the ear, as is the case whenever Drazy goes into one of his tangents. But, the verses are entertaining enough, with funny bits hidden in the verses, like Drazy's Changing Faces reference that had me letting out a loud and earnest "HAH!" in the bathroom at work. Too much info? I don't give a shit. (Pun intended, unfortunately.) This track further adds to Mo Bee's track record as a master of title tracks. Oh you don't think so? Name me one bad title track from him. I'll wait. 

That's what I thought.

DEDICATED

DJ Clark Kent graces us with his presence to cook up one beat which is a friggin' waste of time, and the sentiment's amplified by the fucking chorus. Seriously, hooks really fell the fuck off as the '90s progressed. Skoob is the victor yet again, although neither have anything to add to the conversation. A shame.

READY TO ROCK ROUGH RHYMES (FEAT SOLID SCHEME)

That's right, you read correctly: Solid Scheme make their first and only rapping appearance in hip hop history, then promptly disappear back behind the boards. How do they sound, you ask? Well, you wouldn't know that they produced such chaos-inducing hits such as "Mic Checka" and "Freakit", because as rappers, they are the antithesis of Das EFX. They're not bad, though. It works the same way pairing Guru with M.O.P. does. Das EFX are the roided berserkers of the bunch, while Solid Scheme keep the threats up close and personal in an excellent monotone. Derek Lynch, who rarely makes an appearance in the public ever besides this, goes first, with a flow that sets the tone for the rest of the song. The late Chris Charity bka C-Dog follows up with the coldest verses on the album.  Of all the 4 MCs involved, his deep voice sounds the most intimidating and it leaves you with the impression that he's the one you better not fuck with. (It also helps that Drazy mentioned in an interview once that C-Dog is the real head of the entire Das EFX movement. You get that hearing him rhyme. Believe me.) Of course, this doesn't mean that Das EFX are lyrically inferior to these two here, as their verses at the end swipe the rug from underneath the producers so bad that they never rhyme again. The beat is a very fitting companion to the proceedings, curiously sampling former group mate Redman from the classic "Hardcore".  People sure do love that song, and rightly so. Nice!

REPRESENT THE REAL (FEAT KRS-ONE)

May I present the guest from outside the camp. The Blastmaster himself considered this song so good that he swiped it for his own project that dropped the very next month. Now if that isn't underground cred in 1995, I don't know what is. Lyrically, KRS steals the entire album from underneath our hosts, obviously, even if they put up a good fight. Fellow Bronx legend, crate digger extraordinaire Showbiz, handled the beat acceptably. It's not as good as his previous work with KRS on Sound Of Da Police nor his work with AG, but it does the job. Overall, a dope track.

COMIN' THRU

Well, it appears PMD is finally getting generous, as he lends the duo the services of Grandmaster DJ Scratch, who actually can produce a gem from time to time. His masterful beat, sourced from jazz and funk, provides the sense of gladiator arenas where Drazy and Skoob throw down, with Books failing to get the W over his partner this time.  Drazy sounded pretty inspired here, while throughout the album Books hasn't slipped, aside from Buck-Buck, of course. Punchline for punchline though, he just wasn't able to top his partner on this song.  Dope track, even with the crappy hook.

HARDCORE RAP ACT

The final Solid Scheme contribution is a healthy dose of nostalgia for the heads, sampling a plethora of Golden Era legends like Rakim, LL & (surprise surprise) Erick Sermon yet again.  I'm surprised PMD didn't cut the songs where E-Dub is sampled out, because he sure sounded pissed at him on his solo debut.  Funny that the best lyrical contributions from Das EFX on the album usually appear on Solid Scheme productions, as the duo (Books in particular) really sound inspired over their beat here, with clever references to Attica, Tekken (always welcome) among others.  This was pretty enjoyable.

BAD NEWS (FEAT PMD)

Those of you who were worried that PMD would stay pissed at fate for all of eternity, rejoice! PMD has finally calmed the fuck down, which really shows in his focus and delivery, even though (big shocker here) he still mentions nothing about EPMD's breakup. Anyways, DJ Scratch provides us with a funky banger straight from the EPMD school that samples a track from PMD’s own Shadé Business (a crappy guilty pleasure of mine. Its beats are still hugely overlooked), specifically a 3rd Eye guest verse, on which our hosts utilize the short time to demolish the beat nicely and effectively. These three share a definite chemistry behind the mic and it sure shows. A slam dunk if I've ever heard one.

REAL HIP-HOP (PETE ROCK REMIX)

One of the rare moments, in my humble opinion, that Pete Rock's take on a track completely outshines DJ Premier's. Peter Phillips turns this snoozefest into a fucking anthem for 1990s music, let alone boom bap. The lyrics also sound much more impressive over this beat. Well, Books' rhymes, at least, as this was recorded smack dab in the midst of Drazy's out-of-it sessions. Overall, a definite improvement, and one of the best Pete Rock beats I've ever heard from the man. Well done, Mr. Phillips!

FINAL THOUGHTS:  Hold It Down is one long ass album by Das EFX standards.  At twenty tracks, this comes across as a stealth resume sent to competing labels to show off what they were capable of, even if there isn't much in the way of lyrical variation. The comparison between Das EFX and other punchline rappers, like their former group mate Redman, ends with this album, as Hold It Down marks the point where Drazy and Skoob Effects ran out of chemistry, as Books displayed incredible focus on this album, which admittedly should’ve increased his stock in the industry back then, while Drazy started his lyrical fall from grace here by lazily and infuriatingly going through the motions through a few of the songs. Well, except for some notable examples where he shone just as bright, if not even brighter than his partner. That said, most of the beats on this album are awesome, especially from the unknowns, which act as a saving grace.

WORTH IT?  Definitely. Although this time, the choice is just a smidge harder: Aside from two songs and two skits, the beats save Das EFX from being an absolute chore to listen to, which is the very worst feeling that can come from listening to hip-hop, by improving their performances. Miracle of music n'all.  Except for a handful of cases, in which I wish I could've been at the recording session to take out my anger on all parties responsible for the crap I was listening to. But, before I forget...

TRACK TO TRACK DOWN:
MICROPHONE MASTER (SEWA/41 ST. SIDE REMIX) (FEAT MOBB DEEP)

This was a very welcome surprise. The mere presence of an in-form Prodigy RIP elevates this track to an entirely new level, as he turns in the winning performance. Drazy's paired with him, so he also sounds inspired. The remaining two MCs keep the energy up as Skoob displays his usual cleverness in his punchlines while Havoc keeps up his stellar form from The Infamous. The track's maestro is R&B producer AllStar, and this is his debut hip hop production, on which he does enough. To be honest, I was almost certain the beat was Havoc's. Go figure. But yeah, this song's timeless.

Cypress Hill - Temples Of Boom (October 27, 1995)

I'm not a fast review writer. You've probably gathered that by now, though.

Heading right back further into the Soul Assassins rabbit hole, I finally reached the period where cofounder/head producer Lorenzo Cavassi aka Larry Muggerud aka Grandmaster Muggs aka the ever-so-consistent DJ Muggs from Cypress Hill started kicking his production skills into high gear.

I gotta come clean on one thing: As revolutionary and dope as the first two Cypress Hill albums are, and as much as I preferred not to listen to the rest of their catalog due to said albums respective status, that outlook on Cypress Hill's overall quality immediately changed once I remembered how I got exposed to them.

The whole retrospective journey started when, you guessed it, I went for my first secondment in the cesspool known as Jeddah. (RIP to my uncle, the patriarch of my family, to whom Jeddah was home for over 6 decades. Love you and yours, Unc, but Jeddah's a shithole.) Living in a claustrophobic shitbox and having zero contact with anyone apart from work, that was by far the loneliest time I've ever spent. Suffering from nasty mental health issues, things went downhill fast and I entered into an ugly depression that lost me my appetite after a few days which eventually landed me in the hospital from malnutrition. That pales in comparison to the nightmares. What my head was putting me through almost put my life in danger. And that's where God sent his third gift to me.

In the midst of playing Batman Arkham Asylum, (one of the greatest video game experiences of all time, straight up) I would take breaks by browsing the internet every now & then. I would revisit my steadily-growing hip hop iPod list and see if it needed expanding. One day, I decided, after watching a gameplay video of Twisted Metal 4, to research the era where Cypress Hill lead MC Luis Freese aka the Phuncky Feel One aka Dr. Greenthumb aka the mighty B-Real delivered his guest feature for the Monstars Anthem, the very first hip hop song I was ever properly exposed to. I've already gone to lengths in previous reviews on how he & the mighty Method Man are the two MCs most responsible for my love for this artform, so it when I revisited the material B made from that era. I didn't take my usual approach of testing the waters with the singles, though, as I was too desperate for an immersion. I flung myself straight into this album. Was I ever in for a ride.

Temples Of Boom began formulating around a time when DJ Muggs started getting fed up with the blunted funk sound he pioneered as he felt that he exhausted every direction that sound was capable of, evolving in a way mirroring that of his many peers with his work on Brothas Doobie by Funkdoobiest. The new direction was exciting and put many of his peers on notice: The fusion of East Coast & West Coast tendencies just took a trippy new twist.

Unfortunately, this exciting development also came at a time when group leader and hypeman Senen Reyes aka the Perro aka Sen Dog was experiencing some serious burnout. This clearly concerned his fellow group members for his sake to the point of frustration, especially B-Real, whose gripes with the situation was clearly reflected with a sinister new twist that B adapted into his usual nasal cadence that somehow lost all the mirth present in their previous records. Another dominant sentiment back then was the fact that the Cypress Hill name started to get associated with the mainstream a little too much for the group's liking. I mean, they were getting called on by venues such as Woodstock, Lollapalooza & SNL (from which they were banned for life. Good. Fuck Lorne Michaels.), so people would almost be justified to assume that the Hill were selling out.

Almost. Sen & co pushed back hard with the direction they took here, with his inner turmoil influencing every dark turn B went with his typically-nihilistic subject matter. Hell, even the weed songs were influenced thereby. Muggs making it a mission to ensure that his name doesn't get lost in the shuffle of timeless producers booming at the time was simply the icing this album needed to come into fruition.

Speaking of weed songs, Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up, made in the Temples sessions but ultimately released on the Friday OST, has since combined with the lead single for our album for this post, Throw Your Set In The Air, to become the catalyst to a shortlived-but-nasty feud between Cypress Hill & close friend, the legendary Ice Cube. Elaboration will come in the review.

Astonishingly, Temples Of Boom remains the fastest Cypress Hill album to reach the milestone of one million units sold in the States. Here, I ask the routine question that I do with each review: Was it any good, though? (Wink wink)

Temples Of Boom, boy/girl (pick one):

SPARK ANOTHER OWL

Sen gives a short intro and outro that sets the mood. Mirroring Black Sunday, a dedication to weed opens the album. However, this DJ Muggs beast renders the darkness on both preceding Cypress albums combined a trip to Disneyland with its macabre mesh of jazz & funk bytes. B steps in the booth and lets off a quick shot one-verse weed tribute in which he points out that the Hill set the trend for hip hop music embracing weed culture. Since I've already mentioned here that I have no qualms with these tributes even though I refuse to touch the stuff, I definitely vibed with this song. You will enjoy it, too. Especially if you're stoned out of your mind, apparently.

THROW YOUR SET IN THE AIR

First off, let me actually review this joint before I get to the juicy gossip y'all keep getting so fascinated with: Cypress Hill are apparently big on odes. Whether it be to cannabis as with the previous track, or to gang life. Or rather, B spins a tale about the harrowing life of gangbanging painting himself as a set leader and you as his soldier, all to the sinister tones of Muggs' evil mesh of funk & soul. Now on to the "good stuff"... B was invited to a session where Cube was in the midst of the Friday OST process. He suggested that the Hill contribute a song to the soundtrack, so B pulled a demo tape with Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up & this song on it. It was fated that B would make the mistake of playing Throw Your Set first, because Cube fell blindly in love with the track. So much so that he wanted it for his soundtrack. B explained that this was the lead single to rollout the upcoming album and suggested the ode to weed instead. Cube seemingly accepted that until the OST came out with its title track having a hook that was too similar to the one on this song for B's liking. That's where the problem sparked into a fire that almost went out of control and overshadowed the single's actual quality, which was pretty damn good since the Hill were pretty adjacent to that life and knew exactly what it entails. Shame.

STONED RAIDERS

Can we get back to the actual music on the album? Yes? Good. Because this track here houses a contender for the most haunting instrumental on the entire album, courtesy of Muggs beautifully freaking a mesh of jazz excerpts to sound like an audio horror sequence, complete with demonic female choirs and all. For his part, B places himself in the shoes of some locally known criminal whose out on the hunt for a rival. In his own way, B has always had a talent for giving voice to thoughts that go through one's head, as these rhymes legitimately sound as if someone out there's thinking them right now. Props to Sen Dog's terrifying adlibs in the background.

ILLUSIONS

The journey into darkness continues as we arrive at what many consider to be the highlight of the album. And you know what? I somewhat agree except I don't think it's the only highlight. Whoops. Spoiled the verdict, huh? Watch me not give a rodent’s anus. I'm guessing Muggs & B wanted to deliver their own ode to Scarface's Mind Playing Tricks On Me. #GiveScarfaceHisFlowersNow. And guess what? Muggs & B knock it out of the fucking county, scratch a park. B displays a unique & extremely competent knack for relaying paranoia through his writing as he transforms into a deranged gang member who's taken to a mental institution then let out. The rest becomes the canvas for B to paint, and boy does he over Muggs' demented beat which remains one of the nastiest flips of Gary Burton I can recall, straight up and down. The Carnatic prelude only adds to the trip you go through listening thereto. This will remain in your playlist for decades.

KILLA HILL N****S (FEATURING RZA & GOLDEN ARMS)

In a surprising ceding of control, Muggs pulls a fast one and calls on the help of one of the most prominent peers he's trying to gain advantage on in the form of the motherfucking RZA of the fabled Wu-Tang Clan. To show his appreciation, RZA not only jumps on the track but produces the song and brings another Wu General along, as Golden Arms gets his first significant feature. B, RZA & Uey take turns demolishing a grimy, wormy RZA instrumental that would've fit snugly on Tical by Method Man. Hold up, why the motherfuck isn't Method Man on this? In any case, RZA gets outclassed by Uey's negative capability and a single utterance by B: "Number one mission: Opposition gets thrown, sent home in deposition" which just sounds cool. Of course, Sen's ever-so-present as he screams in the background in Spanish how he'll bring the end of corruption in modern society or some other adjacent bullshit. Whatever, all I care about is that he sounds pumped as fuck doing so and that adds to the track's overall excitement. The album's hot streak continues, but I'm still pissed that Mef ain't here.

BOOM BIDDY BYE BYE

Sen Dog finally comes out to play! And it's only the sixth track on the album! His inner demons pretty apparent judging by how long it took him to do so. Anyway, truth be told: B-Real's venom is just spewing out as he shells out 3 verses, with Sen performing the 2nd, that might seem simple on paper, but once you hear them against the straight-up whimsical xylophone loop Muggs chefs up, you start to grasp the horrifying contrast. This must be Muggs' answer to RZA's challenging beat earlier. No joke, this song is what would play in my head if I ever regrettably beat down someone I had major beef with. I'd imagine them actually giving up tryna fight back, fully grasping of the fuckshit they pulled and accepting what was coming to them without resistance as I delivered. None of that shit I just wrote is remotely close to actually happening, of course. However, these are the emotions that this track will pull out of you. the third home-run in a row, one that might very well be my favorite. The Fugees remix featuring Wyclef Jean & vocals from a pre-mainstream Lauryn Hill gives a good attempt of Clef attempting to get his thug on, but his duet with B, while fairly competent, fails to reproduce the magic that B & Sen cultivated with Muggs on the original.

NO REST FOR THE WICKED

So, that issue B & them had with Cube? Resulted in this. Muggs, whose consistency really needs to be talked about by this point, provides a sinister jazz piano loop as the backdrop for B to dig into Cube proper. And dig into him, he did. B airs out a whole bunch of secrets and factoids as fuel and they find their mark properly. I'm not a fan of diss tracks as a whole, but I feel B's abilities as a battler on wax are heavily slept on, and this track proves it. Hell, I even got this as superior to Cube's eventual response, because Cube & co were simply name-calling while B was hitting Cube with painful accusations of theft, dishonesty & everything in between. The feud eventually died down in 97 because it reached a very dangerous level, with Cube actually getting assaulted by Kam's homie Franklin Solo. Moving on.

MAKE A MOVE

I believe this is the first hip hop song to sample that scene from Pulp Fiction. Could be wrong, though. Anyway, Muggs sets shit off with a mean as fuck funk bass loop that's the most reminiscent of his earlier sound and minimalist enough to get the hell outta the way as B lets loose a flurry of verses tackling all wannabe rivals with his by-now patented descriptions of violent thoughts. Hearing Sen adlibbing most of B's rhymes with him also feels like Sen trying to remind himself of how much fun he was having in the Hill’s earlier albums. Maybe things weren't as bad as they seemed to be? Anyway, this album has yet to come with a skippable track.

KILLAFORNIA

B and Muggs combine to give you another claustrophobic description of what a gangbanger has to deal with on a daily basis, with B constantly asking himself "Who can you trust?" over another sinister piano loop from Muggs. Sen fleshes out the proceedings by contrasting B's paranoid thoughts with the surface-level pluses of gang life as he chats with one of their associates about what they're going through in the bridges mid-verses. This is another album cut that houses more hidden goodies if one looks closer.

FUNK FREAKERS

Another Carnatic interlude, followed by Muggs really showing off by introducing a demonic flip of a sax excerpt that can only be described as such. Believe me, the Hill were not in a healthy place while making this album as they took their aggression out in their music. B makes that abundantly clear as he promises death and destruction to all challengers. However, Sen swoops in and, with as little effort as he can muster, steals the show with his delivery of B’s bars. I promise you, you will feel the line: "Fucking up egos and anybody who oppose" because you hear his conviction in his voice. No need to raise hell or shout as B was doing, not that there was anything wrong with B's vocals as he returns for a last go at the track as it fades away. However, as far as Sen was concerned, a simple utterance was enough. Add this gem to the album's highlights.

LOCOTES

Did Sen’s inner conflict really affect the Hill’s dynamics that much? Because you would never be able to tell judging by how he & B do on this song, as B tells the story of a gangbanger fresh out of jail who resorts to robbing people on the street out of desperation. He kills a police officer and gets on a bus where he spots an old drunk who refused him a job in the past, thereby turning him to a life of crime. What dude wasn't counting on was the fact that the old geezer was packing and sober enough to see him coming. The old drunkard actually turns the tables on him in a shock twist that doesn't end well for our protagonist! Muggs gives another contender for the most terrifying beat on the album with a blood-pumping & menacing thumper for B as his bars provide him & Sen the path to weave their tale with disturbing detail. The icing on the cake is B writing Spanglish for Sen that resulted in iconic deliveries in the past. People forget that he, not his younger brother Mellow Man Ace, was the first to utilize said concept. Another song you'll have in your playlist for decades.

RED LIGHT VISIONS

The third Carnatic interlude of the evening. Muggs was really bent on tempting his listeners to smoke something while listening to this shit. Well, I refuse! Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah, another minimalist piano loop paired with a swift pair of battle verses from B that contain a quick middle finger to racist cops with Sen adlibbing with his psychobeta Chuck D-esque voice. Nice!

STRICTLY HIP HOP

Hold up, when did this problem with House Of Pain arise? Oh and Muggs seems awfully comfortable throwing the N-word around. I know he's Italian but... Anyway, since the House Of Pain problem gets resolved in the very near future, the bigger problem seems to be with an editor by the name of James Bernard because Muggs goes fully in on him in between B's scathing takedowns of industry sellouts, in which he sneaks a line about Cube. The one problem I have with this track is that Muggs talks too damn much to the point that he distracted me from the experience. And when you compare that nag with his relentless beat, which actually meshes well with B's rhymes, it becomes nigh intolerable. I'm here to listen to B rhyming over your shit, Muggsy, not to hear you whine and moan about who you got problems with. B's criticisms are pretty valid, though, so I wouldn't call the track worthless. Oh, and James Bernard did say some truly foul shit about Sen’s Cuban origins, so he had it coming. Shoutouts to the PMD sample, as well.

LET IT RAIN

This is just a higher-energy version of the previous track, with B switching his aim to OG Latino rapper Kid Frost whom the Hill also eventually squash it with. They had been going at each other by this point ever since the previous Cypress album. Oh, and yay, no Muggs chitchat. I will say that Muggs' bass-heavy loop this time round is another dope reminder of his blunted funk innovations. Moving on.

EVERYBODY MUST GET STONED

The original closer of the album, it makes sense that Cypress Hill bookend an album of theirs with tributes to weed. And as far as those go, this one's pretty par the course with the exception of a slight last dig towards Ice Cube. Muggs always knew how to provide the right backing for these joints and this is no exception

SMUGGLER'S BLUES

A bonus track from the Japanese version, Muggs sets up a sinister, slow and plodding backdrop for B to give two verses spinning a tale of a weed smuggler who ends up getting caught. At some point, people are going to have to start talking about B's attention to detail, because his stories have been on fire so far and this belongs right up there with them.

FINAL THOUGHTS

I remember my misgivings regarding what Temples of Boom was going to end up sounding like because I was such a huge fan of its two predecessors. Oh, how wrong I was. Nothing that Cypress Hill has ever done in the past compares to the upgrades they've displayed here, as Muggs has uphauled the ever-living shit out of his production, while B has stepped his lyrical game something undeniable and Sen has mastered the menace in his delivery of B’s bars here. It always surprises me how much the Hill mastered the art of combining elevation and consistency. And never let it be said that they're one-trick ponies because they display a breadth of different subject matters here from a gangbanger's perspective ranging from dealing with new recruits, set-ups, paranoia, old grudges. All these topics rely on Muggs' grasp on sound and B's abilities as a writer and both rise to the occasion ever so majestically, churning out classics such as Stoned Raiders, Illusions, Killafornia, Locotes, etc. And the number of times Sen vocally inserts himself into the fray is noticeably less than any other Cypress Hill project so far, so I really understand the fact that his inner crisis may have caused real turbulence within the group, back then. Still, if he ain't rhyming B’s rhymes, he's either adlibbing them on damn near every song or providing further context to a song via a few utterances here and there, so his presence was always felt one way or another. Putting it bluntly: This will be an album you revisit for a long, long time.

WORTH IT? As if I'll suddenly tell you 'No, go buy Funeral by Lil Wayne.' If Temples of Boom ain't the type of album you'd like to listen to, what the motherfuck are you doing here?

TRACKS TO TRACK DOWN:

THE LAST ASSASSIN

From the OST of one of my favorite movies, The Cable Guy. Leave it to Muggs to remind you that, damn it, he still knows the hell outta his way around some funky drums as he meshes them with some jazzy excerpts to form a macabre instrumental fit for a trademark B-Real tale of coming up as a hood assassin in a local gang. Y'all definitely should search for this if you dug his stories in the proper album.

ROLL IT UP, LIGHT IT UP, SMOKE IT UP

Ah yes, the track Cube ultimately took instead of the one he actually wanted. I don't know why Cube didn't want this ode to weed because it sure beats the one they ended the US album with. Muggs gives a shivering mix of jazzy bytes over some hard blunted funk drums as B gives another ode to the herb, with Sen using B’s bars while bobbing and weaving in between the second verse alongside his partner. Dope!

WHATTA YOU KNOW

Again Muggs flexes his mastery over sound as he manipulates a soulful loop into a soulless result and lets it loose for B & Sen to tell a tale of a gangbanger robbed by his own homeboy, with B playing the role of the robbed and Sen playing the opposite character. If there were any differences between B & Sen, then this track must've been written by B as therapy for them both as their respective characters eventually clashed. This will surely worm its way into your collection.

THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR (FEATURING ERICK SERMON, REDMAN & MC EIHT)

And there's Barron Ricks! Finally I get to talk about this motherfucker, as he remains one of my favorite MCs to spit over a DJ Muggs beat. He's only introducing the proceedings here, though. Speaking of DJ Muggs, he further flexes on his peers by reworking not one, but two of his beats (Spark Another Owl & Throw Your Set In The Air) into an all-new third masterpiece. Bruh! Story time: This was actually my very first introduction to Erick Sermon as an MC after being introduced to him for the first time outright on Def Jam Fight For NY. You just have to give it up to the MCs of that generation who just knew how to convey conviction in their cadence, and Erick is no slouch in that department. B then steps into the cipher and does his group proud, before DJ Kut Killa aka The Funkadelic Devil aka Funk Doctor Spock aka Reggie motherfucking Noble aka the mighty Redman swoops in and pulls the rug from under everybody. This is what I wanted to hear Method Man doing on that earlier Killa Hill N****s song on the album. CMW's MC Eiht closes out the proceedings with the first of many tracks that, in my humble opinion, prove without a shadow of a doubt that the man simply finds his footing better on production that leans more towards East Coast tendencies. You can argue the opposite till you're all blue in the face and you'll still be wrong. Bottom line, one of the most underrated posse cuts ever. And we're done.

For another dose of that Soul Assassins funk, here. And for further posts about the group that won against Ice Cube, here.

Funkdoobiest - Brothas Doobie (July 4, 1995)

Welcome back to the resurgence of 2020. (I promise I won't mention the pandemic anywhere in this review. Stay safe, boy/girl (pick one))

So I'm midway through my Soul Assassins run, and I'm finally at the point where, true to Soul Assassins fashion, their sound gets updated to match the burgeoning East Coast Renaissance that was giving the G-Funk era (Shoutouts to Warren G) a good run for its money over the control of the hip hop landscape. As mentioned in my review of Between A Rock And A Hard Place by the criminally underrated Artifacts, the Soul Assassin producer who initiated such foray was South Carolina native Todd Ray aka the criminally underrated T-Ray. Little did he know that his venture would be followed by a run that would be talked about for years to come.

By this time, I’m almost certain that one Lorenzo Cavassi aka Larry Muggerud aka the ageless Soul Assassins founder DJ Muggs of Cypress Hill was paying very close attention to his fellow (Former? Current?) crewmember T-Ray, along with the rest of the producers usually mentioned in such contexts like the RZAs, the Large Pros & the Pete Rocks as they respectively crafted the works that forced the entire hip hop culture to hail them as the preservers of the artform they absolutely are. This came at a time when Muggs' influence in the West already began to bear fruit, such as the rich sounds of the Hieroglyphics & Likwit collectives and the wild experimentation of the Pharcyde. Nevertheless, it was time for the Grandmaster (he seriously calls himself that. I still don't know if he was actually branded as such by the fathers of this or it was an ego trip. Oh well.) to show what production techniques he's refined during this vivid time.

And he chose to do it with the goofiest crew in their team.

Don't get it twisted, I still adore Which Doobie U B? by Latino trio Funkdoobiest, made up of Ralph Medrano bka DJ Ralph M & MCs Jason Vasquez aka the Tribal Funkster bka Son Doobie & Tyrone Pacheco bka Tomahawk Funk. They continued expanding on the party vibe Muggs resolutely established with Cypress & fellow Soul Assassins founders House of Pain but this time Muggs called on their ambitious sides. Nowhere can this be more seen than on their first single for the new album, Rock On. The content here was as far removed from the party vibe they're known for as possible and whomever was lucky enough to come across it was really in for a treat. I'm telling y'all, it remains a complete mindfuck. Released in 1994, the single signified Muggs' departure from the blunted sound that made him famous, to which he has never returned. Brooklyn's own Brett Bouldin, from Muggs early 7A3 days, should really be hailed for mentoring SD, along with his Soul Assassins crewmate B-Real, in the ways of songwriting, as the following single, Dedicated, remains one of the more heartfelt tributes in hip hop, often forgotten because it wasn't "lyrical" enough. Le sigh.

Not to say that the Doobies didn't know to have fun anymore, as they still remembered the "Funkiest" formulas that got them into the dance in the first place. (Cheeky, right? Oh, shut up!) That would be reflected with songs like You're Dummin, Who Ra Ra, Tomahawk Bang and... Oh fuck it, who am I kidding? This album also unfortunately marked the spark that led to Son Doobie being known for what he's known for now. Yep, that Eminem line. Songs like XXX Funk, Pussy Ain't Shit, Ka Sera Sera & Superhoes showcased how this guy embraced his Porno King persona that he debuted on the eponymous skit on their debut and repped what Kool Keith infamously dubs as pornocore rap to the fullest. And folks, it is exactly as advertised.

Brothas Doobie released on Independence Day of 1995 to crickets, as is unfortunately typical of every underground act. Still, those who did come across this album were caught mouth agape. First by the raunchy shit that SD was able to get away with. Second, with the fact that he & partner TF can get hella deep when they want to.

Don't believe me? Brothas Doobie, boy/girl (pick one):

THIS IS IT (INTERLUDE)
Muggs sets it off with an instrumental comprising a smorgasbord of musical styles meshed in a melodious way that's completely novel. And from the get-go, you can hear how serious he is about one-upping his competition and evolving his sound. Pity no one rhymed over this shit but still, some good music.

ROCK ON
And straight away, you run into the first of two songs that can be argued as the crown jewel of this album. SD & TF get their metaphysical on proper on the whimsical Muggs concoction and this is ageless rap from the unlikeliest of sources. Brett Bouldin, MCing genius that he is, laid out the concept so well thought out that SD & TF were forced to elevate their respective verses to match his vision. You will not give a shit that TF suddenly started highlighting the importance of knowledge of self. you'll be too busy breaking the rewind button in playing this. Props to Buckwild from DITC's remix featured in the video. Still doesn't touch the Muggs version, IMHO, as the latter is much more layered. One of the most slept on songs in hip hop history. I'm gonna be saying this a lot on this site.

WHAT THE DEAL
Muggs returns with a soulful loop that Brettie B from 7A3 lays out a daily-life concept to. That's all the Tribal Funxta needed as he paints the rest of the picture with a vividness that really needs to net son more props as he gives you his own It Was A Good Day. Only he's describing a good night on the neighborhood with his fellow doobies. I'm somehow surprised that the end result wasn't a flat out raunchfest. Wasn't that the expectation you saddled yourself with when you listened to Funkdoobiest? No? Suuuuure. Anyway, this bangs.

LOST IN THOUGHT
The third Muggs showing as he flexes his digging qualities by crafting an instrumental that brilliantly blends Latin funk and 70s disco and somehow giving a dark spin on it that still makes the head nod uncontrollably. For his part, Jason chooses this beat to unload his tripped-out thoughts on wax, describing the mentality of someone who spent his life entrenched in many darknesses from hood life. And I must say: Third hit in a row! Son effectively and alarmingly relays the confusion, the lack of mental presence, the faulty decision making and the straight-up lack of cohesion in the thoughts he commits on this track. Nice!

DEDICATED
Ah yes. We finally come to the song I banged the most from the entire Funkdoobiest discography. Muggs lay the foundation with the most haunting soul & jazz mesh that Brett deemed worthy for a dedication to the impoverished. And folk, this is one chillingly emotional song. Son goes for dolo and doesn't even bother putting thought into his rhyme structure, because you won't be looking for such. You'll be too busy feeling the sting & conviction in your fucking chest as he monotonously delivers the grey and grim outlook on life many residents in the inner city suffer from through a hypnotically layered performance. Listen, bottom line? Fuck a review. Go listen to this song, now.

KA SERA SERA
Back, huh? Well, you'll wish you were somewhere else now, as this is the point in the album where Son Doobie chooses to embrace his pornocore tendencies to the fullest in a trilogy of sex raps. First off is a tale I'm sure nobody in hip hop has ever done before: A tale about the neighborhood floozy. Brettie? Get ya mans. To top it off, this trife is wasted on a fonky blend by DJ Ralph M in his first production for Brothas Doobie. Translation: skip this barf.

PUSSY AIN'T SHIT
Second go at this pornocore bullshit and I'm already almost regretting ever giving a fuck about Funkdoobiest as a whole. Hell, even the title ain't original at all. I'm sure a litany of people already badgered Muggs, Brett & Jason about this but let me pile on: Rap pioneer Fresh Kid Ice already had a song with the exact same title in 1992, y'all. And even then, shit was trash. Y'all should've got the memo. And I ain't even mentioning the beat this time cuz fuck this song, that's why. Skip this barf.

XXX FUNK
I don't give a fuck that this is the third single. I don't give a flying fuck that Ralph & Muggs teamed up and brought the absolute business on the boards with that grimy update of the Jeep-rattling funk pioneered by EPMD. I couldn't give less of a rat's ass that this is one of the Doobies' most well-known songs: SEX RAPS GET NO LOVE HERE.  SKIP THIS BARF!!!

IT AIN'T GOING DOWN
Muggs must've had his fill of sex raps for the following year or two as he finally relinquishes production duties to protege and fellow Soul Assassins producer DJ Lethal from House Of Pain, in his lone production for the album. Son Doobie chooses to continue where he left off on Lost In Thought and, dare I say, I think Lethal's beat, claustrophobic in the best way possible, topped Muggs when it comes to producing a song about your mind losing all function and rationale, as Jason delivers yet another standout performance. We're sorta back on track with the good stuff.

YOU'RE DUMMIN'
You've come to the song most in common with Funkdoobiest's output on Which Doobie U B? as Ralph retakes the helm aboard the boards and delivers a beat that can only be considered an ode to the blunted funk Muggs pioneered on the Cypress Hill debut. This is intended as a compliment. For his part, Son is instantly comfortable on familiar ground as he launches into the braggadocious style that put him on the map in the first place. Nicely done!

TOMAHAWK BANG (FEATURING BASHTON)
The prerequisite TF solo joint, except TF chose to share the spotlight with one Sebastian Rosset aka Bashton the Invisible Man aka Invizabul Mang aka True Bash aka MF Bash aka S. Rossiter. Lotta nicknames for someone I've only heard of once, no disrespect. Anyways, TF & MF here deliver, to my knowledge, one of the very few odes to the peoples indigenous to Turtle Island (Google that) in the form of a tale of revenge against colonialists. Read: They tear up a bunch of them motherfuckers. Anyway, TF & MF bring the biz over another infectious Ralph M beat looping a classic William Tell excerpt from a TV show. Props to the hollering amidst the hook.

SUPERHOES
Because fuck shoe-in, that's why. Here, Jason chooses to weave an explicit tale of various childhood staples. All you need to know is that he describes an instance where He-Man fucks Smurfette. Fuck pornocore.

WHO RA RA (FEATURING BRETT BOULDIN)
The final track on Brothas Doobie provides the listener with the chance to finally hear DJ Muggs produce a track for his original 7A3 crewmate Brettie B, albeit sharing production duties with his protege DJ Ralph M again. For his part, Son is giddy about the opportunity to rhyme with his mentor so he lets Brett set the song off. And it's here that I confess that I'm still pretty damn pissed at myself for not being mature enough to check out 7A3's lone 1988 album Coolin' In Cali until long after I became a Soul Assassins stan. Because folk: Brett Bouldin is nice! And even though SD puts up a pretty good fight with his following braggadocio offering, Brett definitely cleaned house with a masterful verse. And we're done.

FINAL THOUGHTS
Yeah, sure: Brothas Doobie is the album where Son Doobie embraces this bullshit alter-ego of his. On at least four songs, no less. But the rest? Yeah, this is the album where Funkdoobiest transcended from their tried and true party rap ways into something... more. No bullshit, Son Doobie & at times Tomahawk Funk lay down some pretty thought-provoking shit on wax here. I was especially drawn to what TF & Bash tackled with their ode to the Natives. For his part, Son also proved that he was pretty damn adept at carrying multiple tracks on his own. I just wish nobody ever introduced him to porn, because now that's what everyone remembers him by. None of the brilliant songs, you damn sure read correctly, here would be possible had it not been for DJ Muggs' competitive streak. This was the album where he chose to take the plunge into experimentation as every producer worth his mettle back then had done. This need to distinguish his sounds brought you songs like Rock On & Dedicated, two songs that you should absolutely burn into your fucking brain. NOW. And the rest of the non-porno music is right up there in quality. Muggs' focus was so potent it rubbed off on both his proteges, groupmember DJ Ralph M & DJ Lethal as they too stepped their game the fuck up. This was hella satisfying.

WORTH IT? Despite the four disturbingly trash songs I've highlighted, I still think Brothas Doobie is worth your time. SD & TF aren't the most lyrical of MCs but they never needed to be, because they give you plenty to sink your teeth into. Each MC fleshes their background and subject matter something lovely, under the guidance of mentor Brett Bouldin's veteran instincts. And they present said material in the most fitting of packages. And Ralph, Muggs & co. couldn't've produced better music outta these two if they tried. Imagine (Yes, I'm going there.) DJ Premier giving those Group Home beats to an MC way more competent than Melachi The useless Nutcracker. That's what this project feels like. If that doesn't push you to go listen to this album now, then I don't know what would. Now, git.

For more Funkdoobiest, here. If you want more diversions into the Soul Assassins canon, do so at your own risk here.

AZ - Doe Or Die (October 12, 1995)

Anyone reading this have a life-altering experience, lately? Show of hands? To those of you who did, now you know where my mental's at and why it took me so long to come back.

Now that I'm here, though, today's subject kind of fell into my lap. I mean, I obviously already knew of East New Yitty's Anthony Cruz bka AZ. What I meant was that up till now, I'd decided not to review any album from this dude's catalog. Not because I think that they're good or bad, but simply because for the longest I just couldn't figure out what I wanted to say about son. It didn't really help that throughout this hip hop fandom of mine, I've encountered dude's work countless times. Then, these past few weeks came. I was adjusting to my current situation when I stumbled upon something I already watched way back in the summer: the BET half-hour documentary about our subject for this post. While it was a doc I enjoyed immensely, it wasn't until I watched it again these past few weeks that it started a massive back-&-forth debate in my head regarding ol' Antonio's impact on this genre. Add that to me stumbling upon 36 Seasons by Ghostface Killah, on which AZ was co-starring, a role in which he stole the show every time you heard him, and my AZ retrospective journey was officially underway. Fast forward to now, I finally know where this guy fits in this blog of mine.

Out of all the Brooklyn neighborhoods frequently mentioned in hip hop, Anthony Cruz was born in the one that intrigues me the most, East New York. So many of my favorite boom bap tunes were inspired by that place. I was also very intrigued that Stetsasonic were from ENY as well, and that their early park jams were the main reason he fell in love with the art form. (For the record, if you don't know who Stetsasonic are, you should probably stop reading this very instant and burn their catalog into your brain. Like now.)

This change in Tony's life was largely hidden from the world. In fact, apart from immediate family and very close friends, nobody really knew that AZ was a potential MC, until one of his homies hooked him up with an upstart DJ/producer, some dude who called himself Pete Rock, in 1989. You might've read about him once or twice or a hextuple of times here. Of course AZ, being the aloof & bashful twerp that he was back then, never pushed for a collaborative album with the Soul Brother back when the legend was cutting his production teeth. I'll let you think about that lost opportunity for a moment. And yes, I do enjoy making you think about these lost possibilities. Builds character, you see. To crank your irritation up a notch, the hip hop world wouldn't have even heard of Anthony Cruz had it not been for a chance meeting with another then-up and comer in hip hop, one Nas.

After meeting each other through a dude called Yammy, Large Professor Nas immediately noticed that this AZ cat was a diamond in the rough who simply cannot slip through the fingers of hip hop history. So, once the dude who was originally scheduled to appear as the sole guest appearance on his album got locked up, Large Professor Nas remembered that burning desire he had to put Mr. Cruz on. And that's how Life's A Bitch, the last completed record off Illmatic, was born.

You can probably guess how things went from there. Everyone and their government mule wanted to hear more from AZ. Matter of fact, that one verse incredibly got him the deal with the late EMI Records, whose fuckface execs ran to him with big-ass dollar signs in their eyes. Everyone around Tony was so elated that he was finally provided the platform an MC of his potential deserved. So, he went about recording the single that was to be his opening statement in the rap game, the one song that everyone was hopefully to point to years later when remembering his impact on hip hop history. The resulting single, Sugar Hill, sold five hundred thousand copies in less than three months. Naturally, album time was upon our protagonist.

Given that its release followed Raekwon's Only Built 4 Cuban Linx..., the quintessential mafioso rap album in my opinion, Doe Or Die was considered the second mafioso masterpiece which helped further the mafioso influence spread throughout East Coast hip hop back then. Along with the critical acclaim came the inevitable comparisons to Illmatic. And if there's one negative from AZ debuting on that album, it's the fact that he's always shoehorned in lyrical comparisons with Nas, even when they're not sharing the same song. I feel this really detracts from the opportunity to appreciate his lyrics, because songs like Life's A Bitch effectively demonstrate how Tony can be a lyrical force to be reckoned with. Hell, this is a stigma he's still carrying, goddamnit. And that's where this review comes in. You're here to find if Mr. Cruz exorcised that stigma on his debut.

Doe Or Die, boy/girl (pick one):

INTRO

Is it just me, or have these intros/skits/outros long overstayed their welcome in this genre? It's even worse when they are backed by amazing beats such as this Lunatic Mind recipe. Yet another composition needlessly flushed down the toilet.

UNCUT RAW

Here Tony assesses the motives of a young criminal mind in the ghetto. Simple note here: Any aspiring MC who hasn't yet studied AZ on songs other than Life's A Bitch is really missing a a lyrical spectacle. And it is here that the first issue I have with this album shows itself: The beat by a certain Loose (me neither) is merely serviceable. See when you have an MC the caliber of Tony here and you're seeking to craft the ultimate hip hop song, musical and lyrical quality must both be present. The result ain't ass or anything, but I won't go out of my way to include it on any playlist of mine, and you shouldn't either.

GIMME YOURS (FEATURING NAS)

Time for old friend Pete Rock to step behind the boards. I tell you: I friggin' love the shit outta this song. I couldn't give less of a rat's balls that Nas is atrocious on the hook, the Soul Brother still found a way to make this shit a classic. AZ does not switch up his MO and this time, the Minnie Riperton-sampling beat matches his contribution punch for punch. If it weren't for Nas making every lost R&B legend throughout history turn in his grave with his putrid I-Level interpolation, this would easily be one of the greatest hip hop songs ever made. As such, it's still one of the greatest hip hop songs ever made. Then there's the remix, produced by Erick Sermon. Now, this was done back when the E-Double was just starting to make a limited reputation for himself as one of the go-to producers for radio appeal, and as such, his remix sounds a bit poppy. Nevertheless, it is a more fleshed out track with a proper vocalist singing the I-Level interpolation instead of Nas, violator of R&B. You'd be correct in assuming that the remix is the better song, but I actually listen to the original more. Not sure what this signifies.

HO HAPPY JACKIE

Oh Buckwild, how I miss your boom bap beats. Le sigh. Here he hits another homer with a brilliant sampling of Kool & The Gang. So of course, AZ spends the entire song ho-shaming a girl. Look, obviously these types of women exist, but I'm sorry: I can't believe they were as rampant as most rappers imply them to be. Misfire. Call em like ya see em, people.

RATHER UNIQUE

The PR returns on production duties and while his Les McCann-sampling beat is the textbook example of what sampling can offer music in general, I can't claim that he hasn't made better Petestrumentals. For example, his work with INI. Or the earlier Gimme Yours track. Still though, this is one awesome song. The minimalist beat provides ample space for Tony here to roll out the quotables show. And by God, does he ever. This dude is that MC, schooling you and kicking your ass with his wordplay. Two for the good!

I FEEL FOR YOU

We go from Pete Rock to Amar Pep, one of AZ's childhood friends. Unfortunately, the step down in production quality is absolutely jarring. AZ's attempts at thug rap are commendable, but ultimately meaningless as Amar's beat absolutely refuses to let you tune it out and try to focus on the lyrics. What makes this so frustrating is that the beat can only be described as noise. And not Bomb Squad-brilliant noise, but babies crying after shitting themselves-noise. Antonio, I know you're a stand up guy who does right by his homies, but goddamn: Less ass on them boards, please.

SUGAR HILL (FEATURING MISS JONES)

The producer of Life's A Bitch is reunited with AZ to give him his biggest record. And, believe me, L.E.S. pulls no punches with the radio-pandering, with the Sugar Free sample running rampant throughout the instrumental. Hell, Miss Jones even interpolates the record's famed hook in a manner that fits this track. Here's the thing: I actually dig this record as a song. But as a hip hop track it's just too corny. Of course, AZ comes correct on them lyrics with his rags-to-riches mafioso approach here, as he's always done so far. I must say that the influence on the lyrics may be G Rap & RAGU, but on the music it's BIG's Juicy all the way. I stand by what I said earlier, though: I dig this record as a song, but not as a hip hop track.

MO MONEY, MO MURDER, MO HOMOCIDE (FEATURING NAS)

DR Period, fresh off his hardcore flex with MOP's debut album To The Death, switches up his production approach entirely for this track. Here, he exhibits a level of skill previously unheard from him on his To The Death work with a deft sped-up O'Jays sample that amps up the theatrical value as AZ & Nas craft their classic mafioso duet. The interplay between both MCs is electric and furthers the mafioso rap lynchpin status that this album is trying to achieve. After the song ends, you're treated to a short one-minute mini-song with yet another fantastically haunting beat by Lunatic Mind. And this time, AZ spits 8 bars that will stick in the back of your brain for quite some time. I'm just a bit vexed that this wasn't the intro to the album.

DOE OR DIE

In an attempt by EMI to throw off the audience, AZ enlists the help of Rap-A-Lot producer N.O. Joe, whose Houston brand of G-Funk bred many a hit for the likes of the Geto Boys, Scarface & UGK. In return, AZ spits some of his best lyrics ever on the beat. Now, I appreciate the attempt to broaden one's horizon, but the jump needs to sound organic. Trust me, the bleak lyrics are not a good fit for the party feel of N.O. Joe's G-Funk presented here. If you want to hear these lyrics paired with a beat that does them justice, there's a remix on Youtube by Boston production heroes the Vinyl Reanimators (famous for their acclaimed work with Edo. G & the late Scientifik) so go check for that. You're welcome.

WE CAN'T WIN (FEATURING AMAR PEP & BARSHAM)

I tell you, this album's cohesion has been shot to hell too many times. For example, here Amar Pep returns on the boards with a beat that sounds like it was made by a five year-old. It's here that AZ decides to bring his homies on this posse cut about five percenter conspiracy theories, on which he completely obliterates them on the lyrical front. For the record: Barsham sounds like the younger, greener brother of AZ. The dude rambling incoherently in the bookends of this song needs a crisp punch in the face last century. Fuck this song.

YOUR WORLD DON'T STOP

Because we can't have nice things, the awesome original version of this song by Spunk Bigga was scratched off the album because of bullshit regarding an uncleared Lou Donaldson sample. Instead, one of my favorite beatsmiths, Original Flavor’s Ski aka Ski Beatz aka that motherfucker who later produced Dead Presidents for a certain Jay-Z, issues a remix with cleared samples that is simply suffocating in its minimalism. Maybe that aspect fits a song about a jailed convict more, but the vocalist's off-key chants are even more jarring than Nas' earlier ear-rape, unlike the original where the sampled chants are perfectly on-key.

SUGAR HILL (REMIX)

L.E.S. remixes his original creation with a more hip hop-oriented beat, sampling the same Stylistics record made famous by EPMD back in 1989 on their hit It Wasn't Me, It Was The Fame. He also samples Miss Jones' final chants on the original Sugar Hill. Let me tell y'all: This is more like it! The instrumental makes AZ's lyrics sound more desperate, fitting the mafioso approach like a friggin' glove. This was a damn fine way to end the album.

FINAL THOUGHTS

Now that we're done with the track reviews, let's address the obvious: Does this album warrant all those comparisons to Illmatic? The answer should be a resounding 'Hell no'. The main thing Illmatic had that this didn't was the presence of a producer orchestrating the album. Illmatic had Large Professor overseeing every bit of its crafting as the perfect A&R. Doe Or Die was afforded no such luxury, and as such it suffered from the fuckfaces at the label talking into AZ's ear and pulling him in the directions of their every whim: One moment they want the poppy Juicy-like single with Sugar Hill, the next they want the Cuban Linx mafioso banger so they get Mo Homicide, after that they go after that G-Funk money through making the title track, then they go back to trying to recapture Illmatic's magic with Gimme Yours and Rather Unique. See the problem here? There are too many musical discrepancies to consider this album a back-to-back classic, which is a problem AZ still suffers from on his subsequent albums. What's even more infuriating is that AZ here was right under Pete Rock's nose: These two could've extended the magic found on Rather Unique and Gimme Yours to a full masterpiece of an album, through him producing the entire thing or taking Large Professor's Illmatic route and A&Ring the album properly. Instead, what we get is a compilation of Tony's best songs mixed with some alright joints and truly horrid tracks, none AZ's fault of course. Unless he was responsible for Amar goddamned Pep being here. Cuz lemme tell ya: Whoever decided that Amar buttfucking Pep's beats deserved to score full songs while Lunatic Mind's contributions were relegated to mere intros and interludes should be kneed in his/her nethers.

FINAL RATING: 3 outta 4. Even though this album contains at least four of the best songs in hip hop history, I cannot in good conscious say that the full product is zero skips. So buy the recommended tracks, stream ‘em, burn ‘em, buy the whole thing, whatever. Just make sure you get a taste of AZ backed by the worthy beats found on Doe Or Die. Some of the best hip hop you'll ever come across in your life. Trust me.

TRACKS TO TRACK DOWN

DOE OR DIE (REMIX) (FEATURING RAEKWON)

Further proof that the remixes to this album's singles far outclass the originals, here AZ enlists the help of the motherfucking RZA, Abbott of the Wu-Tang Clan, who sculpts a track right out of the Cuban Linx mold, complete with a Raekwon feature for AZ to indulge to his heart's content. AZ takes full advantage of this opportunity, relishing in his invitation to Wu territory and managing to create a song that would've snugly fit on the Purple Tape. Of course, Raekwon sounds absolutely thrilled to spit alongside Tony here, which is always a plus. So yeah, this song's perfect. I'd like to point out that there are three versions of this song, all official. This is the one I'm reviewing here, because I feel it's more complete. Again, you're welcome

For a further exploration of the Visualiza, here.