Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Rick Ross - Mafia Music II (Bar by Bar Review)

Gotdamn Officer Ricky.

I mean I don't say this to be mean but I mean you were a correctional officer and I don't knock any man for making money to support his family.

But gotdamn you Ricky because the music you make tells me that you really believe the shit you rap about.

Like really truly believe that you were some sort of Cocaine Cowboy.

I mean I can't even say I didn't enjoy Deeper than Rap.

I put that shit in and banged the hell outta it for about 2-3 weeks.

Then the luster wore off and I think I started slapping the Jacka really hard to wash off the filmy glossy reality that you made me live in.

It was a nice image you created for me, but we both know it's not a reality.

You rap really well and paint vivid images that you created in your mind and probably obtained by talking to some of the inmates that you were in charge of from your C.O. days.

But then when I sit back and really listen all you really do is drop really dope lines from someones fantasy life then mix that in with lines about how you are rich and fuck groupies, but said in an entertaining way. Honestly I have to believe you got most of this fantasy life from your C.O. days.

"Come together as one. One gang. One nation. We making informants get plastic surgery. What's behind the moon. Gangster City. Ross"

What the fuck are you talking about here Bawse? Who is we? You and Triple C's? I mean I can almost picture your lazy eye wobbling around as you ramble this shit in the booth after just smoking a blunt or eating a sammich. Its dope but gotdamn Ross.

"Kilograms were the key to my success I apologize being so discrete with my connects"
Dialated pupils are the seeds to a niggas greed
I mean dammit Ross either you have tapped into the inner Don in you or you took notes from your C.O. days. Keep those connects to yourself ya know.

"If she fucking me she lucky just to get some Chucky Cheese, I bust my nut and holla lucky me, its tatted in my vein I remain sucka free"

Stop tricking when you got it niggas word to Beeda Weeda (If you rap holla at Beeda for a verse yaddadamean) And what the fuck is that end about bein so happy you paid for the pussy?

Then that Islamic shit he says just sounds dope.

Someone translate for me.

"Being gangsters a cold job, wacker nigga go rejoice with a blowjob, always wanted a Rolls-Royce with no job, then again all I fear is a dope charge, uhh all I fear is a dope charge, tell me whats the odds for appeals for a dopeboy, who sheds tears for a dopeboy, or what happens to the kids of a dopeboy?"

Damn Bawse you spit some real shit right here. Way to go.

"You know we hustle to the key of life,moving weed and white before we learn to read and write,
so fuck a tutor pay attention to my shooter, she fucking me today but next she b fucking Luda,
we assholes with fast cars and cash flow, my last load was gift wrapped by Castro"

I mean dammit the lines were coming ill and then the beat crashed and then this nigga talking about loads gift wrapped by Castro and we are on the hear you go again Ross. I guess. I hope he means he was smoking a Cuban while he busted on some fat chick. On a side note I hope he only fucks semi fat chicks its not cool watching fat people have sex with skinny people. I fear for them.

"I did it all but the blow was my specialty, mental telepathy directly in my recipe"

Blank stare.

"ahh, 2 mill on my second home, still stepping on a couple bricks of that methadone (Blank Stare)
I got a method for getting money like RZA do(movies), resurrected big poppa in the physical"

You really went there huh Ricky. I mean this makes me think this track is relatively recent considering the Big Poppa reference and the not so strange Diddy cosign.
“Oh y’all ain’t hear the second verse,” Diddy said about Ross’ ‘Angels’ collaboration. “Yo, y’all gonna peep that when we world premiere that. I don’t know, I guess him and Biggie locked up in the room, even my man Hen Roc even said that. For my man Hen Roc to say that and co-sign it like ‘Yo, my man right there sounding like our homie.’ That right there is something special. That’s a mean co-sign, that’s a mean co-sign. I don’t know what was going on in the studio, the spirits were connecting but it’s official. It ain’t bootleg, it ain’t got no preservatives in it.” (Spliff TV)

Ok Diddy we all know you are not ever gonna stop so to see you jump onto yet another rappers coattails isnt surprising but what about Red Cafe? He's ill.

Red Cafe feat Fabolous - I'm Ill

Anyways back to Ross. He continues with his usual drug stories to end the track but as a strange twist he begins naming who he is here to succeed...

"So let the panel know we back, the commission intact, teflon don and all black fulfilling contracts
I’m only here to supersede my successors:
RIP Paul Castellano, Myer Lansky, Bumpy Johnson, Al Capone
T-Roger, Tookie Williams, Carlo Gambino and last but not least John Gotti, Teflon Don,
Ross, Ross, Ross"

Of all the ways to end a track Bawse you end naming off old mobsters and then Tookie gets thrown in there to for what?

Why not Ricky Ross...oh wait.

Why not Kenneth "Boobie" Williams since you know him?

I mean it honestly sounds like he really believes what he says. I cant say he didn't move keys of coke and isn't owed favors from Noriega but I can say that this reminds me of this lesbian I know who loves to fuck her girlfriend with a strap on. Yea I agree why is she a lesbian right if she needs a wang? Stick to bagel bopping. Anyways this chick swears that she can bust a nut fucking her girl with this strap on attached. No its not a double sided one either it is like a fake penis hanging there. She said that she gets off on the act of pretending to be a man is what gets her off. I said she needs some counseling because she has convinced her brain that she is a man and that is crazy. Rub yourself like a normal woman ya know.

Anyways when Ross ends on his dramatic Ross, Ross, Ross he sounds like a crazy person reaffirming something to their already destroyed mental.

I mean seriously what the fuck is wrong with this guy? Like to me I imagine in his brain he hears people chanting Ross maybe but to me its like the sane part of him is screamin "Loser, Loser, Loser." Who the fuck does he think he is? I can once again see his lazy eye wobbling around crazily while he says this too. Jeez. But again this song is dope way to go

I mean to be clear I really enjoyed both of Rick's albums but I am torn on this fantasy world he is living in. Maybe he is the Biggest Boss we have seen thus far.

or maybe he just ate Guerrilla Black and Biggie's ghost had a radioactive Ouji incident with Puff and Justin.

Anyways despite my commentary enjoy.

Rick Ross - Mafia Music 2


Behind the Scenes Mafia Music 2 Produced by the Olympicks

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