SUB NOIZE SOULJAZ
Yeah, bitch.
SUB NOIZE SOULJAZ reminds me of how fun it was blowing away rival gang members in the hood. You should have seen how they shit themselves when the window of our SUV went down and they saw my bushy green head behind the barrel of a 12-guage. Back in the day, it was great blasting punk-ass bitches like them off their feet to songs like "Keep A Look Out" and "Frontline," bass pounding and rims spinning, getting baked stupid with my brothas in the back.
The whole crew of
Suburban Noize Records came together on this smart, raw, jazzy rap album which pumps you up for some GTA-style revenge, and at the same time, puts you in the mood to slip your stalks into some smokin’ hos. Edgier, angry songs like "Frontline" (complete with live rounds popping) and "One By One" offset the silkier, smoother sounds in "P.P.P. Pimp," the real memorable "Soul Jaz Story," and others.
"This is my life, this is my time," Judge D and Richter sing on the title track, calling me back to those happy, ammunition-filled days of fucking up all the green niggas who thought they owned the world.
Back then, my boys and me, we lived by the motto in "Live Life Quick." The golden rule? "Never leave a witness. It’s better for business." We took down tons of innocent bystanders to stay out of jail (including this one group of school-age radishes—man, you should of heard the squeals as the 9 mm rounds turned them into radish puree). No broccoli has ever been a better shot. I guarantee it.
I could go back to it all in a second, leave this avocado shit heap of a market for good. Life’s a lot more fun with Big B and Judge D behind the mic, and Brock C roamin’ the alleys, looking to rip some poor, sorry stalk-licker a set of new roots.
There are a few weaker tries on here, "We Bad" and "Let’s Ride" to name two, but overall, this is a talented display of pissed-off, tattooed white guys letting all their frustrations out. (I’d love it if Big B and Daddy X had my back— too much produce out there just achin’ to cut me down when I least expect it.)
I’m pretty sure a dumbass shelf-stocker will have to mop my ass off the floor and walls one day, but until then I’ll listen to great, blood-thirsty rap like
SUB NOIZE SOULJAZ and take out contracts on customers I can’t stand.
