Album cover with him wiping a sadness mark off aside, of course. absolutely demolishes the track, bouncing off and on the beat, and generally making us recognize why he’s still the coolest motherfucker alive. Tre steals the show with a hilarious verse but T.I. Ray acquits himself nicely but it’s really all about that clicking, pumping beat and the guest verses. “Bet I” dropped at the exact moment the general public were beginning to doubt B.o.B.’s commitment to actually rapping, as opposed to doing 3rd rate Incubus covers. The question is simple: do you want to die rich or die poor> No one’s about to replace Richard Wright as the patron saint of Chicago’s disenfranchised, but “Going in For the Kill” poignantly captures the enduring discontent of native sons. show their plaintive desperation without needing words. Creative Control turns shots of burger flipping and fry frying into a blunt illustration of a dim fast food existence. La Roux belts her sub zero wail–“doing it for the thrill,” lingers like dirty March snow. The lyrics rarely extend past grinding 101, but the two Bogus Boys conceal conviction within their cold-blooded cadence, a low budget cognate to Malice and Pusha. La Roux map out the getaway, but the Low End Professionals execute with ruthless efficiency. and Palin masks–enough guns to croak several dozen field moose. careen through the streets of Chicago in Escalades, Armani, and Bush Sr. Inseparable from its Set it Off and Heat-inspired video, Mooney, the Count and Co. It’s exhilarating, and finished fast–before you know it, it’s lights out. The rest of the crew are just as aggressive, savaging their raps before tag-teaming the next man. If Zilla Rocca on the original “No Resolution” was riding the couch, blunting his way through a caffeine comedown and the depression of the nightly news, part two finds him limbering up like a prize fighter, sweat flicking off in all directions as he punches and jabs at his couplets. “Venus in Furs” still sits slap bang in the middle of the mix, but everything else is different, turning a swaying cruiser into a tricked-out muscle car. “No Resolution 2” turned out to be perfect shorthand for what had changed in less than a year. What’s more, they’d conscripted Has-Lo, Elucid & Nico the Beast into the paranoid scuffle that kick-started their 2009 debut LP, The Slow Twilight. Nine months later, Zilla Rocca and Blurry Drones still hadn’t found any resolution. 5 0′ Clock Shadowboxers – “ No Resolution” ft. –provided dad told you to aim for “an ass so large it’d take up the space of a 3 car garage.” It’s enough to make Kool Keith blush. One of the most entertaining joints on the LP, “Fuckmaster Sex” finds Buckwild’s production effortlessly traversing the space between gritty and smooth, offering Celph the backdrop to wax lyrically about the birds and bees. Finally, a chance to wipe the scuffs off their Timbs and put down the copy of Enta Da Stage. But taken in minor doses the formula appeased even the grumpiest boom bap dinosaurs. An album of verses from Demigod also-ran, Celph-Titled? Uh…. Legendary producer from DITC releases archived beats from everybody’s favorite era in hip hop? Don’t mind if I do. Celph Titled & Buckwild – “ Fuckmaster Sex”
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