Reviews of TTLab Reviews b/w Ludacris
faux_rillz
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Don't front, you little dudes--you know it's your favorite sh!t to talk about:
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I finally listened to that Ludacris album that came out back in November earlier today. Man, that sh!t is really not what's good. I mean really.
In a restrained 120 words, Oliver struggles to find some merit in a record that he clearly does not believe will suit his lifestyle. Certain that it is not a club banger, he speculates that it may instead bump "out a drop top on the ave," confirming his detachment from the streets. His efforts to distance himself from humorless Little Brother-listening types ("the 90s are over fellas, deal with that") provide a fascinating subtext as he has occasionally behaved as if he himself was among that number. The reader also notes with interest his contempuous reference to rappers indulging in live band wankery, a trend which he has actually encouraged in print on more than one past occasion. On the whole, a credible effort from an established writer mining familiar material--in the future we hope to see Oliver challenge himself by contributing reviews to the Lab's "Clothing" section.
Damn it feels good to hear Tip back on it. Sure, "For the Nasty(1)," isn't going to give people A Tribe Called Quest flashbacks (the 90s are over fellas, deal with that) but at least Tip is hooking up with the Neptunes on a more-than-serviceable track that might help erase the memory of his live band doodlings the way that Common's "The Corner," helped fade Electric Circus memories. I probably could have done with a bit less Busta on here but the song clearly nods to the tradition that Tip and Bussa Bus have laid down in the past on collabos. I don't quite see this doing major club damage, but blasting out a drop top on the ave? Oh yeah. Includes instrumental and acapella. -O-Dub[/b]
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I finally listened to that Ludacris album that came out back in November earlier today. Man, that sh!t is really not what's good. I mean really.
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As I saw someone post elsewhere in the rap nerdosphere: If I was working at the club, I would not play.
Okay, look, this dude really does not know me like that. First of all, I paid the rent on that apartment myself, alright? And I never had doubles of any of those records--one copy was all I could afford. He needs to stop making it sound like I was rich or some sh!t. This dude is just wild inaccurate with his sh!t. That girl was biracial, so he really can't say she was strictly Japenese. And I never touched that OE sh!t--I was always drinking some fine imported beers. I definitely wouldn't have done something as tacky as sticking the labels up on the walls--I had that Rawkus "Starting Five" poster up in a nice frame, like kind of classy. And I don't even know anybody named Aidan. All I'm saying is this dude better hope I don't see him out in the world.
Where is Oliver at?
Isn't this the point where he should post a diss track aimed at me?
It's hard being me.
-e
Might have been better served posting this in "Quantum dynamics-rethinking time travel paradox", but here's a turntablelab review from late 2008...
Remember in like 04 and 05 when Texas was the shit and everyone had a "friend who lived there" and all these message board nerds had cds of like Chamillionair and Paul Wall? Everyone sitting around chopping and screwing and telling stories about "this one time with my man 'Chid in San Antonio" and eating vegie roties and rocking LED belt buckles and wearing "Property Of Mike Jones" t-shirts and quantizing your presets and fucking marginally cute white girls who wanted to be down and had photos of Common on the ceiling above their beds? Yeah. Hip-hop really really REALLY sucked back then. But this song was and still is dope. Probably the only true classic Stones Throw ever released, and definitely their only song you can still get away with playing. This includes the instrumental and acapella for both tracks. -Faux Rillz[/b]
brilliant.
Huh? Dude, Faux Rillz' analysis puts the "son" back in "so necessary"
Faux Rilla ain't got no "CESS" though mane.
Me, I'll travel time, I'll travel thru time
Neighbor, I'll put the "terd" back in "yesterday".
Don't talk to me, talk to the CD.
Uh, no. Everyone I know from Texas talks massive shit about the state.
no this is where he blogs about you