My Fiend 57 with a Mullet like Joe Dirt

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Slick – Office G Mix

My man SLICK is a fool for this one! I’m absolutely loving this. A+ for the choreography/acting here, I would definitley work in this office just making cold calls with a real hustler like Slick.

But it’s not just the gimmick/novelty of the beat/imagery, Slick is spitting some fire here…

“Don’t come to my hood and get blew on, I don’t got an attitude when I got this Rude on”

“Fuck your last nigga that nigga a cornball, paintings all in my house like Andy Warhol”

“I be grinidng like there’s two but there’s one of me, you’re only mad cause you ain’t financially when you want to be”

“Woke up in the morning like life’s crazy, gallery pants with the splatter cost $980”

“My fiend scared of pitbulls but he said bring that dog with him, a nigga play with RTF he better bring God with him”

I love the imagination/imagery of the lines about the fiends i.e. “My fiend 57 with a mullet like Joe Dirt, before I ask for help I went and hit the road first” ‘or “I used to be fucked up, on zero, watching my fiends’ kids play Guitar hero”

I found this off a co-sign from Lil Chicken, I feel like this needs to blow up. With under 500 views right now this might be the most undervalued track of 2021. And I’ll go out on a limb and say this is the best Pittsburgh song since Black and Yellow.

I’m feeling the message at the end too

P.S. I like how this came out now 9 years after the Office ended in the U.S., I’m picturing Slick sitting in the trap discovering the reruns on Netflix lmao

I Can Tell Them Not Your Kicks, Those Your Uncle’s Shoes

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Cash Click Boog ft. Cash Click Head – Yeaaa Money

Cash Click Boog hits 7-11 and introduces us to Cash Click Head.

Is any rapper better with just dismissive, disrespectful lines than Boog? He rolls them off with such casual disdain for anyone in his way….

“I can tell them kicks ain’t yours, those your uncle’s shoes”

How you hit the road and you broke? Bro I’m confused.

While Cash Click Head doesn’t necessarily have the level of flow of Cash Click Boog he’s on the same wavelength with the casually disrespectful lines…

“You still wearing GAP clothes, you a kid or something?”

“Put some opps on the news, that shit had to happen. Steve Erckle ass niggas, this ain’t Family Matters.”

Know I got a Gun I Got a Hoodie on and its 90 Degrees

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Cash Click Boog – Free Rio Flow

Still the coldest in the game. Boog has just been coming out swinging with incredible consistency this summer.

YOU THE TYPE OF NIGGA TO HIDE IN THE HOUSE WHEN YOU GET IN SOME BEEF, IM THE TYPE TO SIT OUTSIDE A NIGGA HOUSE TIL ITS MISSION COMPLETE

YOOOOOOOOOOOO

KNOW I GOT A GUN, I GOT A HOODIE ON AND ITS 90 DEGREES

YOOOOOO SOMEBODY CALM BOOG DOWN!

“Grew up listening to E40, now he listen to me”

“Told the waiter to make the food to go, just get us some drinks” I can definitley relate to Boog here

STEP ON THE FIELD WATCH THEM CRUMBLE

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Pop Smoke ft. Rah Swish – Brush Em

Made a quick stop at the vaunted Vince Lombardi service area on I-95 in Jersey the other night during a business trip and was pleased to see a couple of local hard rocks blasting this at car-shaking volume out of a Toyota right outside the entrance. One old head was just marching around the car fist pumping during the “GDK and I don’t even play about it” part lol

I KEEP A GLOCK, WHEN IM IN CHURCH

NYC summertime music of a different variety, RIP Pop Smoke

In the Crib it Ain’t Shit but Money Counters Beeping

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Cashclick Boog – Mess Flo

I’m a little late on this but damn this is some serious heat from Cash Click Boog, maybe the best artist in the game. Shout out to Ray Garraty for carrying the Cash Click Boog torch while I’ve been slacking.

This production is super harsh and perfect for Boog to break out his Mess Flo on. This might be my nominee for hardest track of 2021 so far almost halfway through it.

“In the crib it ain’t shit but money counters beeping, in my Canadian Goose it’s money counting season. Dilla said bro it’s time to move out your region, but I’m proteting my house – on the south we beefing” I love the idea of Boog just chilling in his house, wearing a Canadian goose in the air conditioner, while it’s dead silent aside from multiple money counters counting up

“Every gun I buy plastic, I got something against metal. The last nigga I dropped, he had something against Redbull, sent some niggas up top for the love of my ghetto” I love the casual imagery of that Boog dropped him because he had something against Redbull, not even anything specific.

“Walked right up in the rap game, the door was open”

“Supreme hoodie off the Bread 11s the retros, squeeze everything out the mac 11 and let go, the only way out this shit is death or Death Row, I know the gang don’t love me I’m still banging the set though

Wheres Your Mama At, She Owe Me Money

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Nicky 900 x Muski x Bird2Four – Since a Youngin

Nice melodic little hook here from Stockton’s Nicky 900. (This dude also had one of my favorite songs/hooks of 2016 before I started this site). Great beat from Zoran too. This is that chill, laid-back Cali slap-core that you can still knock on doors and collect money to. Nice touch with the Stockton Ports hat.

Only I Can Stop the Rain

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DMX – Slippin (1998)

Rest in power Dark Man X. The soul of a true modern day poet. “To live is to suffer. To survive is to find meaning in the suffering.”

This isn’t the type of paint by numbers hit from the record label you can just throw together in the studio, this is the oddyssey of someone who has been down a long road in life putting pen to paper and turning their experiences into a true work of art. Slippin hits harder than almost any other song that comes to mind, ‘How We Be’ was ‘concept’ music that a poet laureate could spend their whole career trying to create and then of course bangers like Where the Hood At or Ruff Ryders Anthem are classics that could get any party, with a huge array of ages and demographics started, or actually not just started but also particularly out of hand. DMX was the troubled but resilient soul of a wandering poet, truly a modern day master of his craft and artistic genius.

RIP to a real one.