This deserves to be held as one of the greatest gangsta rap albums of all time. In my humble opinion, you can put it up there with The Chronic because this was The Chronic of the New Orleans. G-Slimm just came ruthlessly real, tearing every track apart over some of the tightest, most appealing beats around for ‘94. You can’t help but feel him through his struggles as he details times of growing up as a boy, to a man, and to the more current situations he finds himself in society, where death by the gun is a way of life. Some of his lyrics are a heartfelt plea for help in a life that was tough. The thing about G-Slimm was that he was much more than a plain old ordinary gangsta rapper. He had a consciousness, with lyrics that take you down the path of reality, through a blazing display of tongue twisting words and intelligent punchlines with deep thought. Maybe, the best rapper from New Orlean, his lyricics, makes one think … Rest In Pease, lover Kenneth. It is always sad to think what could’ve been next for Slimm had it not been death, but his only album here was nothing but classic… |
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