I feel like I'm flogging a dead horse referencing the misogynistic train of thought but then again, it’s shit like this that caused so many good women to be, at best, completely neglected by men during that decade. But this time it’s the lead single, alerting men everywhere to the dangers of superficial women. Oh well, still a classic song.Īnother PSA. We could've had both our protagonists trash Chilly Jimmy.
Anyway, poor Erick had no chance to fight, as he was forced to record his short-but-still-dope verse while nursing an illness. One thing though, P: Why are you calling yourself the ‘King Of The Bozack’?! As in ‘King Of The Ballsack’?!! Lesson learned: Never delve too much into a rapper’s mind, no matter how iconic said rapper is. Proof that when push came to shove, EPMD could fucking go.
Also notable here is that, despite Chilly Jimmy's best efforts, and they can be pretty devastating, Parish was not to be denied as he steals the entire song with a verse selected by The Source for a Hip Hop Quotable, back when that publication did no wrong in the eyes of heads everywhere. That famous Lowell Fulson loop DJ Muggs used to craft How I Could Just Kill A Man, the b-side that made Cypress Hill household names? Yep, from here so thank EPMD. I can’t remember if this or Give The People came out first. By all means, this being the album’s best song should not stop you from listening to the rest of it.įrom one guest feature to another as the onslaught continues. I’ll also add that EPMD have always been masters of highlighting quotables from their own repertoire. Like I said, Erick and Parish still sneak fly lines in, but I call a hungry Redman the king of the blackout for a goddamn reason. Well-deserving too, as his alliteration-littered verse, influenced by K-Solo’s spelling gimmick according to Reggie himself, is bluntly bananas over this minimalist masterpiece sampling the Ohio Players. Speaking of understudies, this is the verse that got the debuting Redman his deal.
EPMD continue their winning formula of saving their best punches for when they weren't sharing mic time with their understudies, even though Erick bested Parish with some fine quotables on this shit. Best believe the energy isn't letting up for a second! For you jump onwards straight into the best song on the friggin' album! And no, your eyes are not deceiving you, because I'm fully aware of what I wrote.
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