Back in Eminem’s Marshal Mathers LP days, I was introduced to D12 on the song Under the Influence. Having already been decently familiar with famous Eminem but knowing nothing of his past, I was kind of amazed. It turned out that the transgressive White lyricist was backed by a crew of Black hardcore rappers, who shared some of his shock tendencies but were mostly just really solid emcees. So I was excited to hear more of the Dirty Dozen, but singles like Purple Pills and My Band annoyed me much too much to allow that to happen. Now, here I am, in 2015, finally listening to a full D12 project, The Devil’s Night Mixtape. And just like with Guilty Simpson, I’m kicking myself for waiting so long with another Detroit artist!
Honestly, I’m not sure why The Game exists. If all art should have a purpose of some sort, then I’d love for someone to tell me what The Game’s reason for being is. Why does anyone need this music? Granted, that’s a question that should be asked of many rappers before we volunteer our time listening. And there are loads of rappers who deserve this question much more than Game. But while listening to The Documentary 2, his sequel to his debut, I realized that I still don’t know who and, more importantly, why exactly The Game is.
I mentioned this mixtape when reviewing that Clue tape a few weeks ago, when Fabolous stole the show with a B-grade freestyle on the Bitches Ain’t Shit instrumental. I’m not going to pretend that there’s much to say about Friday Night Freestyles, because either you’re open to the idea of Fabolous talking shit over classic instrumentals, or you’ve probably already closed this browser window/tab. Me? I’m more than open to this kind of music.
After the infinite goodness that is Pinata, I’ve decided to take on the semi-project of Freddie Gibbs’ back-catalog. These pieces will be pretty spaced out because my to-do list is dumb-long. And they’ll likely be short, because I doubt I’ll have tons to say about years-old releases. I’m starting with The Miseducation of Freddie Gibbs off Dave’s recommendation.
I had almost no idea of what I was walking into, and I’m somewhat disappointed.