EMC - The Show
Monday, September 15th, 2008www.m3hiphop.com - $$$$
Interludes (except in the nude) are rarely a good idea. Often, they are space-filling, imagination lacking,
smack-worthy and pompous expressions of “just because I can”. The interludes on this emcee merger of an album, though, work to counter that status by digging deep into The Real. The interactions with the agent/publicist is telling of the truth stranger than fiction, from the runaround that accompanies day-to-day dealings with the industry’s go-betweens, to the drama incurred by the artist (divas) that gets too big for his/her britches. The frustration of the unappreciated merch guy is hilarious, and anyone who has ever had a shit service job/helped out their starving rapper friends will identify. But like Skeelo warned us so many years ago, the people you step on to get to the “Top of the Stairs” are the same folks you’ll meet on the way down, and believe me, they have every right to be merciless. To the poor boyfriend who gets beat up by the bouncer because his girlfriend wanted some rapper dick, awww, you don’t stand a chance, buddy, but more on that later.
The chemistry between Masta Ace, Stricklin, Punchline, and Wordsworth is clear, through their flow and their sense of humour, and this is the perfect example of what good can come of assembling your own crew and making a record you can all be proud of. It may not be flashy or sexxxy (like Jay-Z and R. Kelly, or Bow Wow and Omarion, for example) but nor will it sound like it was all recorded in separate basements and linked up through internet like a Beenie Man and Janet Jackson duet either. No mash ups here, and by definition, no mash. All the food is distinct and equally nutritious (unlike the Jim Crow attempts of the aforementioned). Egos (between doods, not the general swagger of the sausage party) are checked, cats are rhyming heavy like first day periods, and there’s something for everyone-plenty for the heads, and enough for the ADD set (good on first listen, great after multiple rotations).
Although subject matter in music has basically plateaued, there is still creativity in how you flip it. It’s not what you do, but how you do it. And the relationship track, “Don’t Give Up on Us”, is great because it’s honest (I think I made this comment about E-Dot and Darp Malone, as well as Truth Universal and I’m glad that fellas are finally starting to speak realistically about love on wax), “I know I haven’t worked in two months…birthdays, I was late with gifts…picking you up, I straight forgot…but don’t give up on us”.
You don’t have to have dated a rapper to feel that, you just have to have dated, and it’s nice to hear believable experience reflected in the sea of ridic(k)ulous anthems to weed out gold diggas like “21 Questions” along the lines of “If I wasn’t a six-figga ni**a by the name of Jigga…”, the truth is, most rappers are broke, and most of their ladies are champions for sticking it out. Especially since, as evidenced by the track “Borrow You”, they don’t cheat on their wives/girlfriends, they only fuck on tour (bigup to Eternia, who not only voiced the answering machine recording for the album, but also provided the insight/advice to ladies to get tested every time their man comes home from an extended bizness trip) The song is slick and everything, but really, that’s how cats roll, they come through for a fortnight, pick a lady (regardless of whether or not either one of them is attached), wine, dine, pump a rump, and bounce. So, hopefully, for all parties involved, people are wise enough to wrap it up.
The nostalgia track is also great in the way that it’s not preachy, anti-change, or lazy in the way that it exempts everyone from even engaging with the musical work that is still being done (it doesn’t stop at, “Aw, shit’s not the same as it used to be, man”). It does state in factual examples, that just because something is new, doesn’t automatically guarantee that it’s improved. Look at Barbie, her hair used to be made out of cornsilk, and now it’s so cheap, you can’t even brush it, like Britney, she had to downgrade her weave and the shit looks permanently jacked up as soon as she comes out the box.










