Mixtape: Cashmere Killer
Artist: Stevie Crooks
Released: June 12, 2012
“It’s for the players and the pretty divas”
You know… the Polo sporting, Henny sipping, blunt smoking, quick to spit game, fly gangsta ass mother fuckers. OR (situationally).. if you are a woman: the Louie Vuitton handbag rocking, champagne popping, moscato honeys that look just as good in a pair of Jordans as they do in some red bottoms.
Really tho.. it’s for anybody who likes macadelic poetix in hi-def for CSI and kahlua sounding, cookies & cream mudslide vibes.
It’s part Crooklynite and all Californication as Riverside’s most villainous strikes back on some Reasonable Doubt shit, you know… cocaine and caviar. Upscale smooth raps to pull dimes to and still make you wanna rubber band the knots on your gwop. Sade could freak this cashmere just as easily as Crooks delivers his manifesto over the sultry golden era production on this project.
Stevie Crooks drops on everything from the DJ Premier outro to Jay-Z’s “A Million and One Questions” to the instrumental for Ras Kass’ “Marinating.” But it’s more than Crooks’ ability to rhyme over vintage rap breaks that makes this project ILL, it’s the way he splashes his lyrics like lobster sauce over angel hair pasta and maintains the rock like cigar smoke and apple martinis. It’s the skits from Paid in Full and Above the Rim. It’s a combination of elements. And you can tell Stevie tips his hat to Hova stylistically, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It’s just the tip of the iceberg for the young emcee as he carves out his own dynasty in the dungeons of rap.
your gucci belt ain’t nothing if you ain’t got game
that’ll give you a pass… homie you still lame
i will give you my last so you could maintain
hoping if i got crammed, you’d do the same thing
brother’s keeper, drop gems on a GP,
drop ends for some rims on a GT
she in a benz with her friends playing Pimp C
stoplight with a grin, trying to tempt me
i play it cool, i got missions that i gotta make
future revenue to insure i’m living great
so incredible, the jet skis on the lake,
move the same way the lex do, gimme space,
i got vision, i was born to use mics
or fall for the mic, be a don and buy minks for the wife
this is right, lyrical hitman, verbal assassin,
stay true and you’ll be ever lasting… that’s a fact.
The Hustle Trees logo branding on this release cements it as next level freshness. The album artwork is a portrait.They musta really been doing some Lifted Research when Grouping this project together. Crooks drops that gemstar ramon razor flow he’s known for, but never strings pearls before swine. He paints the mind state of a kingpin in his bars just as skillfully as Van Gogh swirled his starry skies on canvas. Don’t play yourself… you can check this shit out here.
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