A while ago, I had the pleasure of being in the company of a good friend of mines, a diabolical lyricist and very knowledgeable hip hop enthusiast (www.tripod3xperience.com), who unbelievably was able to convince me to listen to a track off of Teflon Don.
It’s a known fact that I don’t have the greatest (like) for Rick Ross. His music never did it for me. Not to say that he isn’t a talented entertainer. He has an uncanny ability to ride a beat like it was the cousin of Seabiscut. Shall we call him Red Pollard?
My problem is a personal one. Besides the fact that he could wear every bra I own comfortably, it seems that he has been able to pull off one of the biggest done in broad daylight heist of reputation known to man. Just ten years ago, it was an industry standard to call a rapper on his B.S. If you can remember, when the two tyrants of hip hop bullied the truth into the public eye with so much tenacity, one would be foolish not to pay attention.
But I digress; because it Deeper Than Snacks. As I mentioned besides the famed BMF and MC Hammer, I had the pleasure of listening to. “MayBach Music Three”. People have a deep passion for all things Maybach Music, so my thoughts were; this HAS to be dope, despite my bias. Through a Clave-fatigued ear, said friend briefly dissected the track for me. Enough for me to go home, take what he said, amplify it and rip it to shreds.
YES. This track is DOPE. Listening to it upside down, backwards and forwards, you can’t deny the pure bag it up and sell it effect of this song. Collectively, for Two Minutes and 30 seconds Justice League musically assaulted our ears with smoothness that’d you wouldn’t expect to be found within a twenty paces of a Rick Ross album. I was impressed. Reverently, impressed. T.I and Kiss handle this track as if it were created just for them, and what the dopeage that is Erykah Badu does to the hook can only be described as “…..” (Yeah that’s pure vibe right there)
Then…. your two minutes and thirty seconds are up. Guess what happens? Officer Ricky shows up. While he was explaining it, I had to actually look down at the radio to make sure the track hadn’t ended and I was listening to the next song.
Everything changes. Live Band-Horn Heavy-Beat Smooth sample is GONE; Erykah is nowhere to be found; only a rasping heavily breathing, LOUD Ross on a track, throwing me out of the vibe I had found myself VERY comfortable in.
Why?
Do not get me wrong, the “Side B” of this track was still pretty hot. Ross does what he does best and flowed over the beat like silk; loud, bright, heavily patterned silk, but still silk the same.
But who was in charge? Who didn’t step forward and say “Don’t Blast! Here’s The Stash! This song is JUST fine how it is!” Another track called Maybach Music FOUR wouldn’t have hurt, if you’d just left this song by its lonesome. But then again, what do I know? It MUST be Deeper Than Rap.
