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Review
Mobb Deep - Blood Money P.ainful and P.athetic by: Malik Sinsear, for Entertainment
Blood Money marks the seventh full length release from
Mobb Deep and their first since At one point, Kool G Rap hailed P as one of the top lyricists in the game. Listening to him rhymes nowadays wouldn’t impress an illiterate ass kid whose mom just copped them a Sylvan learning system package. He’s so awful, it’s funny at times, which is ultimately sad. Personally, I blame all this on Jay-Z. And I’m not even talking about that ballerina-P Summer Jam screen picture either, I’m talking about the whole “swagger rap” thing Jay seems to have popularized and P has adopted over the past couple years. Real quick; if you don’t quite understand, swagger rap is when the MC takes braggadocios rhymes a step further and doesn’t even respect the beat enough to flow over it, they instead try to make the beat adjust to their rhymes. T.I. and Lil’ Wayne have recently achieved this on occasion, but most fail. So like I said, Prodigy has been trying it for a while now and hasn’t even come close. His version is more “thugged out spoken word” than swag-rap anyhow and he just needs to stop. “Watch is very bling bling, niggas wanna swing swing, very much so…” You’ve got to hear it to believe it, folks. The beats on BM, while hard are boring at times. Mobb is usually good for about three or four adrenaline pumpin’ songs, but you’ll be hard pressed to find that many here. Yayo tries his best to keep his standout guest spot streak intact on Click Click, but the production should have been checked for duds before fired and Daydreamin’ could put the real Boo-Boo and his O.G., Yogi to sleep on the first day of September without a picnic basket present. Put Em In Their Place tries, but it really sucks. How it got passed off as a lead single, I’ll never know. To be honest with you, I could have let the mundane production go a bit and gave this album a higher Fiya rating if Prodigy would have just stepped it up. Somebody please tell him he can’t get away with 50’s persona or simplistic rhymes because he’s not 50. “And just leave lil mama, this P lil mama, I ain’t them, I’m me lil mama,” he confidently states on It’s Alright featuring Na----errr Mary J. Blige. (excuse me, I was thinking about this song I heard three years ago called Tick Tock). Anywho, P sucks and he should be ashamed of his damn self for thinking it was alright to say something as foul as “We ran trains on the girls in my family dance school, we was beastin.” Total ‘Scust. .
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Mobb
Deep signing with G-Unit was a blessing and a curse in many
ways for the diminutive duo from the most infamous housing
projects on the eastern seaboard. On one hand they got rich
which is always a good thing…well, for
them anyway. But, for their fans, you had them with a label
that could potentially provide Hav and P with their best chance
of putting out their best music since Hell on Earth.
On the other hand, the label they signed to was headed by one “Billion dollar
budget” Jackson which led you to worry about whether the
real H.N.I.C. would have the former and his partner headed to
the Candy Shop instead of the chop shop. 