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Full Clip: October’s Hip Hop Albums Reviewed By Gary Suarez

An autumnal chill fills the air, and leaves begin to find their deaths on the ground. But the heat exuded by Meek Mill, Gucci Mane and Jeezy albums reviewed by Gary Suarez can counter all that

Meek Mill​ has every reason to be aggressive right now. After all, the general

consensus goes that he squandered a high profile rap beef with Drake that, at least in the public

eye, he appeared to have started. Though the convenient timing of his opening tweet salvo

possibly positively impacted on early sales of his second album Dreams Worth More Than

Money, the Philadelphia rapper’s market-facing missteps damaged his reputation and

inadvertently emboldened his rival, now more comfortable than ever to take cocksure potshots

at hip hop elder Pusha T and smaller fish like Kid Cudi. Compounding matters, a defensive

Meek has since accumulated or escalated apparent beefs with Joe Budden, 50 Cent, and The

Game. These disputes make for rap blog fodder and sometimes even some good music. Yet

even when things get out of hand and spill over into physical arena, rarely does beef threaten to

sink a rapper’s career.

More so than either of his Maybach Music Group studio albums, the Dreamchasers mixtape

series represents Meek at his most credible, as a street level lyricist capable of soul-bearing

realism and frankly poetic violence. But before even pressing​ play, ​DC4​ suffers

from its tardiness, a product not only of the calamitous professional and legal circumstances

that came in the wake of the lopsided Drake beef, but also of the roughly three years that

passed since the well-received prior instalment. The handful of EPs Meek dropped following

DWMTM had a few hot moments, but never felt like a true follow-up. So when

DC4 opener ‘On The Regular’ leads with one of the most hackneyed G-Unit Jr. beats of

2016, there’s cause for concern among even his most faithful devotees.

DC4 is imperfect, in more ways that it ought to at this fraught stage in his career. Still, the

mixtape format itself allows for experimentation, and a weak cut can find forgiveness if placed

among bangers. The commercial mixtape approach inadvertently endangers that social order,

as rap artists increasingly seek to re-monetize the model in a marketplace that puts scarcely

little value on music. The potential for actually flopping means DC4 can’t really afford to

fail.

With the reputation of his prior Dreamchasers volumes at stake, Meek manages to come

through here with the belly fired bars on ‘Litty’ and ‘Tony Story 3’. Arguably his most effective

response to the turmoil, standout ‘Shine’ brings shouty catharsis over a hopeful beat,

desperately juxtaposing his personal issues with more macro level ones in the embattled black

community. ‘Froze’ promptly follows, linking up with Auto-Tune up-and-comer Lil Uzi Vert and

featuring Nicki Minaj herself in beast mode. He gets lost in the Atlanta shuffle on the

OZ-produced ‘Offended’ with Young Thug and 21 Savage, but he recovers on the R&B tip with

YFN Lucci for ‘You Know.’ While Meek hasn’t fully recovered from his scarlet ‘L’ DC4 at

least stops the bleeding.

Coca Vango – ​Cocaine Flow

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As artists like YFN Lucci and 21 Savage bust out of the trap with legitimate chart-primed heat, it

makes sense that others from that world would seek to follow suit. Even still, looking out from

the unvarnished somewhat grotesque cover for his latest tape, Coca Vango appears unwilling to

find fame and fortune on anyone else’s terms. Musically, the contents of the bluntly titled

Cocaine Flow are substantially more palatable, slickly produced hooky bangers like

‘Extravagant’ and ‘She Geeked’ in line with what he delivered on the prior Van Gogh

project. He gloats about his couture clout on ‘Birthday’ and clowns a wide range of amateurs

and wannabes on ‘Broke’ with a relentless stream of snappy one-liners and less inventive

insults. On occasion, Vango squeaks rather close to Young Thug’s territory, but even then he

does so with finesse (‘I.C.N.D.I.’). His guests deserve recognition for making the tape’s second

half, particularly the contributions from ManManSavage and living legend Project Pat.

The Game – ​1992

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For many, the year 1992 evokes televised images of Los Angeles besieged by racially charged

riots, and this album transports listeners to that scene from the jump with ‘Savage Lifestyle’.

After last year’s duo of The Documentary 2 and 2.5 portrayed a rapper

rejuvenated, The Game draws considerable influence from his Compton adolescence for this

impressive full-length follow-up. Too young to be tried as an adult but old enough to know the

score, he speaks in unapologetic terms about mentalities and motivations. A Nas-level natural

at narrative bars, Game’s true life storytelling suits the subject matter well, with the benefit of

pervasive musical cues to rap classics. His fulsome flows suit harsh tales like ‘Young Ni**as’

and the marginally lighter-hearted ‘I Grew Up On Wu Tang.’ No mere time capsule, 1992

stays true to its conceptual conceit even as it fast forwards to the present day (‘However Do You

Want It, ‘92 Bars’).

Gucci Mane – ​Woptober

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During some of the most tumultuous times in his life, Guwop compounded personal chaos with

artistic prolificacy. Not even incarceration could repress the sheer volume of the Atlanta trap

pioneer’s music hitting the market. His release from the Feds a few months back has too been

followed by a period of hyperactivity. Yet Woptober, his second full length in three

months, seems more of a coherent creative outpouring than a meandering deflection.

Comfortable with the mixtape as confessional, Gucci speaks candidly of his sordid past on

‘Addicted’ and ‘Aggressive,’ not entirely penitent but wiser for the experience. Even reformed, he

remains as conversant as Carlito, a graduate of the streets like Jay-Z ready for the next phase

of his career (‘Hi-Five’). In his signature laidback style, he hammers away at the ‘Love Her Body’

hook until it becomes something worth repeating. Even with familiar producers like Metro

Boomin and Zaytoven, experimentation permeates in unexpected ways, like the nasty Suicide

synth on the hook for ‘Bling Blaww Burr.’

Jeezy – ​Trap Or Die 3

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A grand and unpretentious return to the hard bars that made the Atlanta native a star, tracks like

‘G-Wagon’ and the bassbin-rattling Yo Gotti feature ‘Where It At’ tap into what Jeezy’s core fans

crave. Nothing here fits radio, but that’s assuredly a deliberate opting out when a veteran rapper

makes the third volume of a respected mixtape series into a de facto album. Thug sonnet ‘Like

That’ meshes well with the more self-reflective anecdotes of ‘Recipe’. Jeezy provides a suitably

referential sequel to one of his earliest hits by way of the French Montana Rolex flash of ‘Going

Crazy.’ Other guests include an off-his-game Lil Wayne on the skippable ‘Bout That’ and the

departed Bankroll Fresh on ‘All There’, the latter a bitter reminder of his once-promising

prospects. While in no way an essential release, Trap Or Die 3 works as a serviceable

addition to a fairly consistent discography, and a welcome one at that.

NxWorries – ​Yes Lawd!

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Setting aside Anderson Paak’s tremendous 2016 momentarily, the key to understanding the

immediacy of the music here lies in the other half of this hip hop duo. Even after scoring a plum

placement on To Pimp A Butterfly and delivering the masterful Hud Dreems album

on his own, Knxwledge has yet to receive credit as the rightful successor to Dilla and Madlib’s

legacy. If not for his higher profile partner on the mic, Yes Lawd! might draw reasonable

comparisons to Donuts by savvy listeners. Even at nearly twenty tracks long, the relative

brevity of the release jibes with Knxwledge’s beat tape roots (‘Can’t Stop’). His sample-centric

productions on ‘Best One’ and ‘Starlite’ never overwhelm the stirring vocals, but on repeat

listens it becomes clear how well they distract from the singer’s occasional tendency for

discursive riffing. Of course, a focused Paak can be a damn powerhouse, evident when he’s

elevating the resplendent single ‘Lyk Dis’ or the ‘71 Temptations-esque ‘Sidepiece’.

Jay Prince – ​Smile Good

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It takes some chutzpah to call yourself Jay Prince when Rap-A-Lot Records’ living legend J

Prince still lives and breathes. Chances are good that this London-based junior probably didn’t

even realize his rap game faux pas. In turn, listeners to this mixtape might not catch his accent

on first listen, and it’s to Prince’s credit that he eschews hyper-regional grime trappings to better

blend in with the American set. The mangled gospel of ‘Father, Father’ conjures Big Sean,

Chance and Kanye all at once for a modern ditty worth of some Midwest blessings. He wants us

to believe he’s got soul to burn on ‘Go East,’ but falters by flexing the admittedly limited range of

his singing voice. To aid in that department, he employs Aussie backup singer Jordan Rakei for

‘Where You Belong’ and, to lesser effect, Raheaven for the late ‘90s R&B genericism of ‘All In’.

Fresh off the Fudge record, rapper Michael Christmas brings bits of Boston to Prince’s insular

‘Squad.’

Self Provoked – ​Triangles

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Supported here mostly by beats from Low End Theory resident Nobody, this Los Angeles area

emcee may not have appeared on your radar before now. Admittedly, it took that sort of co-sign

for Self Provoked to make it onto mine. For those who prefer rappers of the lyrical miracles

variety, his Triangles might provide a worthwhile listen (‘Dumb,’ ‘Young Man Sport’). For

the rest of us, well… Look, it’s not as though he’s untalented, as highlights like ‘Cameras’ and

the Daddy Kev-produced narrative ‘Friend To Foe’ prove. But much like the finest modern day

vaudevillians, Self Provoked overachieves at something simply outdated in a genre naturally

and perpetually moving forward. Ostensibly unperturbed by such stylistic criticism, he rattles off

a few fuck yous before plowing through the paranoid ‘Supposedly.’ Given that his vocal tone

and flow sometimes recalls that of Slim Shady, the overt Eminem interpolation on ‘Life’s Love

Letter’ causes more cringing than it perhaps ought.

Swet Shop Boys – ​Cashmere

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On Eat Pray Thug, former Das Racist member Heems deftly mixed socio-political

commentary with Queens insularity to make one of last year’s most interesting and important

rap records. Slightly tweaking that model, his collaborative Swet Shop Boys project with British

rapper/actor Riz MC balances devastatingly heavy topics with more upbeat diversions,

frequently in the context of a single track. Finding commonality in their unlikely

Indian-meets-Pakistani pairing, ‘T5’ and ‘Shoes Off’ force the unpleasant realities of travelling in

a post-9/11 world to the fore, while party rocker ‘Tiger Hologram’ brings their shared aesthetic to

the club. Though Heems tends to shine brighter in places, both vocalists hold their own from

track to track, even trading bars back and forth on ‘Phone Tap.’ But what largely keeps

Cashmere cohesive is London-based producer Redinho, who gleans from Western and

Eastern sources for a signature sound (‘Half Moghul Half Mowgli,’ ‘Shottin’).

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